Broken: Book One of The M Series
Ryanne Anthony
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Synopsis:
A family in pain, desperate to find
what is ripping their world apart and severing their once tight-knit unit,
turns to intense family therapy for answers. A marriage, once thought to be one
of the strongest of the family, is revealed to be in turmoil, the cause
devastating everyone. As they work on getting to the bottom of the marital
issues and start to resolve them during the powerful four hour session, several
more secrets are revealed from other family members, turning their once loving,
safe and protective group on their heels. Will these new revelations rip them
apart forever? Follow the Cannon, Harvey and Reed family as they take you on
their compelling journey toward healing.
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I
check the time then turn on the cameras. Looking into the one on my desk, I
say, “Please begin recording.”
“Recording,”
my supervisor murmurs.
“This
is Dr. Vicky Fields, 16 May 2022, 08:57.”
“Confirmed.
Good luck, Dr. Fields.”
I
nod then mute her and sigh. Finally, the Cannon/Harvey families... this should
be interesting. Looks like eighteen of them are coming... Marcus and Mariah...
Matthew and Madison... Joshua and Mandy... Russell and Evelyn... Stephen and
Katherine... Thomas and Rachel... Tom and Monica... Nathan and Lisa... Ethan
and Alissa.
I
wonder how many will actually show up this morning. Mandy says they
are pretty close knit and she expects them all to be here.
Let's
hope I can help fix this family, I think as I click the intercom.
“Marta,
are all the Cannons and the Harveys here?”
“I
believe they are, ma'am. I count sixteen and all have signed the consent.”
“No,
there are supposed to be eighteen. Can you ask who's missing?”
“Sure.
Mrs. Cannon? Dr. Fields would like to know who is missing.”
“Marcus
and Matthew; I believe they've been called.”
“They
have. I told them to hurry,” a man's voice murmurs.
“I
heard, Marta. Send the others in and usher in the last two when they arrive,
please.”
“Yes,
Dr. Fields.”
A
moment later, the family files into the room.
This
is going to be quite a session. I've blocked four hours with them today. It
will be interesting to see how many of them stick around the entire four hours.
I
watch and take note on who sits where and observe body language.
“Good
morning, family. I'm Amy Victoria Walmsley-Fields. Are we all aware this is a
four hour session?”
I
hear affirmations.
“Good.
Well, I'm Mandy's regular therapist. I will only discuss what she has approved.
Would anyone mind my addressing you by your first names? If it makes you more
comfortable, I prefer being addressed as Vicky. How about we go around and you
can tell me how you want to be addressed. Let's start with you,” I smile as I
look at a beautiful woman sitting to my left.
“Mariah
Cannon. I have several names I will answer to.”
“What
makes you more comfortable?” I note her posture. She's tight and clipped. She
knows what this is about.
“Cookie,”
she bites out.
I
smile and nod. “That's fine, Cookie.”
I
look at the next seat. “It's not necessary to introduce yourself, Mandy.”
I
get a tight smile and she looks down at her shoes. I smile to the next woman on
Mandy's left.
“Madison
Cannon. Madison is fine.”
“Is
there something else you're called?”
“My
family calls me 'Sugar', and my husband calls me 'Smooch'.”
“But
here, you want to be addressed as 'Madison'?”
“I
really don't care. ‘Sugar’ is fine. No one but Matthew can call
me 'Smooch'.”
“Matthew
is your husband?”
“Yes,
Vicky.”
I
nod. Her body is tight, too. And the scowl on her face is deep and telling. She
definitely knows why she's here. I look to the next seat.
“Thomas
Harvey, II, ‘Thomas’ is fine.”
I
nod.
“Rachel
Harvey, ‘Rachel’.”
“Nathan
James, ‘Nathan’.”
“Lisa
James, ‘Lisa’.”
Mariah
snorts.
“Is
there something wrong, Cookie?”
“Everyone
calls her 'Twinkie'. I
think she should stick to that.”
“I
don't care, Cookie! Whatever!” Lisa shouts.
“Let's
try to remain calm and hold all outlying issues until I find out who everyone
is and everyone has arrived, all right?”
I
look to the next seat.
“Stephen
Cannon, ‘Stephen’.”
“Katherine
Cannon, ‘Katherine’.”
“Thomas
Harvey, III, ‘Tom’.”
“Monica
Harvey, ‘Monica’.”
Interesting;
no nickname.
“Evelyn
Turner-Collins, ‘Evie’.”
“Russell
Collins, ‘Russ’.”
“Ethan
Harvey, ‘Ethan’.”
“Alissa
Juarez-Harvey, ‘Lissa’.”
“Joshua
Cannon, ‘Joshua’.”
Ah,
so this is Mandy's husband.
“Asshole
is better.”
“Mariah!”
Rachel gasps. “Why are you calling your brother-in-law an asshole? Is that
joke? It's not funny at all.”
“Look
at my face, Mom,” Mariah snorts. “Do I appear to be in a joking mood?”
I
clear my throat. “I think I have it, pleasure to meet you all.”
They
murmur back and pay attention to my face. Good.
“Okay,
so this session is for Mandy, who is in a great deal of pain. This is a step to
helping her heal. Most of the distress she's feeling is from the 'fallout', as
she calls it, of her family; namely, you all. I will discuss any and everything
you want in these four hours, but Mandy's issue is first and foremost.”
“Heal?”
Lisa asks. “From what? Are you going to tell us what's going on, Vicky, because
my sister doesn't tell me shit anymore?!”
She
didn't acknowledge the fallout; interesting.
“I
asked her not to,” Mandy says quietly.
“Mandy!
I'm your friend, too!”
Mandy's
eyes well. “I know you are, Twink. I just-- I...”
“That's
fine, Mandy,” I murmur. “Twink, you'll better understand in a moment. Mandy is
not trying to slight you in any way. Please try to be patient.”
“Fine,”
Lisa mutters, crossing her arms and legs. Her husband rubs her thigh, but she
ignores him. She is deeply hurt. She probably feels betrayed.
“I'd
like to ask you to separate, please; men on one side, women on the other,
directly across from your spouse.”
“Vicky...”
“Please,
Mandy.”
She
grunts but gets her chair and moves it in a row, with Madison and Mariah still
flanking her, protectively.
“Cookie,
Mandy, Sugar, Monica, Rachel, Lissa, Evie, Twinkie and Katherine, correct?”
They
nod. I turn to my right.
“Joshua,
Tom, Thomas, Ethan, Russ, Nathan, and Stephen, and we are waiting for
Marcus
and Matthew, correct?”
They
nod again.
“While
we wait, would anyone like refreshments, or a bathroom break? Need a smoke or
fresh air?”
They
shake their heads.
“Good.
Let's just take a moment and catch our breaths. There is a lot of tension in
the room.”
“It
should be,” Madison mutters, shooting daggers at Joshua.
Mariah
snorts. “I agree, don't you, Twerp?”
“Twerp?”
“Yeah,
it's what his brothers nicknamed him. Never thought it was fitting, until now,”
Mariah snarls.
“Okay,
what the fuck is going on?” Lisa shouts. “You love Joshua, Cookie! And so does
Sugar! What are you keeping from us?!”
“Not
yet, Twinkie,” I say softly.
There
is a knock at the door and as it opens, I stand. Two tall, handsome men walk in
and approach me.
“Sorry
we're late. Game ran over at the gym,” the first one says, extending his hand.
“We completely lost track of time. Hi, I’m Marcus Cannon.”
I
nod back with a smile. “You’re Mariah's husband, right?”
He
smiles. “Yes, I am,” he says as he goes to his wife and kisses her.
“Matthew
Cannon. That's mine right there,” he grins as he points to Madison while
shaking my hand.
I
chuckle. “Of course,” I say as I watch him kiss his wife and she turns her
cheek to him.
Huh.
“I'm
Vicky. Gentlemen, if you don't mind taking a seat across from your wives, we
can get started.”
They
nod and go to their seats.
“So,”
Marcus slaps his brother's back. “What's the urgency, Josh?”
“Yeah,
Twerp, I have shit to do, you know. I can't sit around and listen to you whine
about Crawford's for four hours,” Matthew laughs.
A
tear rolls down Joshua's cheek as he looks at his brothers. His arms tighten on
his chest as sobs rack his body. This is guilt. He’s going to have to confess
to his brothers, whom I’m suspecting he looks up to.
“What
the fuck? Did something happen to someone?” Matthew says looking around the
room.
Stephen
looks at Mandy. “Is something wrong with one of the kids?”
“What
is this? Dammit, Twerp, stop crying and say something,” Marcus frowns.
Joshua
calms but says nothing as the room stares at him, waiting.
Mariah
speaks first. Or should I say snarls… “You need to take that bastard out back
and beat the shit out of him.”
“Baby,”
Marcus frowns, looking extremely confused. “What the hell is going on?”
“Matthew,
are you just going to sit there or are you going to do what Cookie said?”
Madison screeches on my left.
“Smooch,
why am I beating the shit out of my little brother?” Matthew frowns.
“Because
that fucking bastard cheated on me,” Mandy screams out in a cry and runs out of
the room.
Silence
fills the room as everyone turns back to Joshua. Matthew smacks Joshua hard on
the back of the head.
“What
the fuck is wrong with you?” Marcus shouts.
“Joshua!”
Katherine cries. “I have never been more disappointed in my life!”
“I
hope that pussy was worth what you've done to your wife, Twerp,” Tom shouts.
When the hell did this happen?”
“Four
months ago,” Joshua mumbles.
“If
you say she's pregnant, Joshua, I will kill you,” Evelyn mutters.
They
all stare at Joshua.
“Is
she pregnant, Josh?” Nathan glares.
Joshua
slowly nods.
“I
don't believe this shit!” Evelyn jumps up and is
ready to tackle her brother, but her husband stops her. “How could you, idiot?
How the hell could you forget you were married and fuck another woman? How
could you hurt your wife like that? Now a child has to be robbed of its father
and she won't be able to call you 'Daddy'!
She won't ever be able to acknowledge you! Or you her, if your wife is brave
enough to take you back! What about your boys, Daddy? Got-dammit! How the hell
will those boys ever be able to understand this mess you've made? You should
have thought of them... all of this before you stuck your dick in another woman
instead of taking it home to your wife where it belongs!”
The
room freezes at her words.
“Evie,”
I say softly.
She
whirls at me, anger flashing in her eyes, “What?!”
“This
is Joshua,” I murmur, studying her face.
She
scowls at me. “I know.”
“You
just called him 'Daddy.'”
Evie
pales. Shaking her head she says, “No, I didn't.”
“You
did,” Matthew says to her looking at the floor.
“Fuck!
You see?!” Evelyn shouts, leaving the room and slamming the door.
“Dr.
Cannon?” I say, looking at the Cannon family patriarch.
He's
pale as he looks at me, mouth gaped. “Stephen, please.”
“Stephen,
I think it's only fair to tell you Mandy blames you and your, uh, previous
behavior on what she calls the'destruction' of her marriage.”
He
nods.
“Would
you like to comment?”
“Not
really, love,” he says looking at his wife.
“Speak,
Stephen,” Katherine sighs. “Your daughters are in pain over what you and Evelyn's
mother did and we never knew it. We never got Evelyn any therapy.”
“We, Katherine?” I ask.
She
nods. “Evelyn's mother died when she was ten. She's been with me since she
turned eleven, when Stephen got flustered and couldn't handle raising a girl alone.
She's the daughter I've never had.”
“That...
wow, Katherine. You should be commended. Not a lot of women would take in the
child that was the result of betrayal. Why would you?”
She
shrugs. “She needed me. It was not her fault how she came to be and she
shouldn't have been made to suffer because her father was ignorant.”
I
nod, “Ignorant in his actions or in raising her?”
She
looks at her husband. “Both.”
“I
take it you and your husband separated for a while.”
“Three
years.”
“What
made you take him back?”
“I
missed him. My boys missed him. My daughter needed him.”
“There's
another daughter?” I ask, confused.
She
smiles. “I meant Evelyn. She's my child as much as the three boys I birthed.”
I
nod; genuine love. What a remarkable woman.
“Stephen?
Have you ever explained why you participated in the affair?”
“No.”
“Was
it love?”
“No.”
“Would
you like me to move to another member of the family for their opinion?”
“No,
just...”
“Ask
better, more detailed questions?”
“Yes,”
he croaks out.
I
look around the room.
“Does
everyone want to hear this? If not, you can wait in the waiting room until
Stephen finishes.”
No
one moves.
There will be eight books in this
series:
Broken
Mariah
Marcus
Madison
Matthew
Monica
Major
Mended
About Ryanne
Anthony
Ryanne Anthony is from the Midwest
and has lived there her entire life. Ryanne Anthony is a lifelong
storyteller and avid reader. She enjoys sharing her stories and creating new
worlds and putting them on paper.
Her love of words began when she was given her first novel at age 11... Tristan & Isolde... by her father, who'd given it to her to stop her incessant talking.
"Life is unpredictable and loves to throw you curves, big or small. Despite that knowledge, I totally believe in happily ever after... even if your true soul-mate is named Jack Daniels."
Her love of words began when she was given her first novel at age 11... Tristan & Isolde... by her father, who'd given it to her to stop her incessant talking.
"Life is unpredictable and loves to throw you curves, big or small. Despite that knowledge, I totally believe in happily ever after... even if your true soul-mate is named Jack Daniels."
Asked recently what she was working
on, Ryanne said, "I have several books I'm working on at once and while
that may seem as though I may get mixed up, I don't; especially when I've sorta
fallen in love with one of my guys. I'm not telling ya who yet, but if you
follow me, you know exactly who he is and I'm a little stingy. I love
having him to myself... for now."
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