twisted*-story

"They have no right to take that away from me. But noo...my kindness was too much for them to bear. I will not take that sitting down.."


Jocelyn Stepahn Strasser sat staring at the velvet curtains that cleared her view from the mansion right across hers. The same gothic trim,the lining & the landscape seemingly the mirror image of her own.The very mansion where she began to know the truth. Or at least, what she thinks is the truth.

The eighteen year old orphan was the sole heir to the family's gadget design business. Her grandfather, Mr Jerrick Alvin Strasser was a natural genius, he brought the country-oriented Strasser clan from hog tying to microchip fit inside a hair. He devised a clever way to make stuff smaller for the convenience of military operations. He made chrome silver a standard issue and titanium lining for secret organizations' pre-made gadgets. He was keen as he was reckless. Together with luck, Santhrope electronics Corp. made a mark in the gadget and weapon industry.

Jocelyn sighed, she let the fury slip outta her and closed her eyes. It seemed as though years have past considering the events that happened in her family. But she knew it was only 5 months since everything has started. The explosion,the loss,the survival, the betrayal and the confusion. She tried to make the gory images of revenge go away. But as usual, they just played around her brain.

"ms. strasser, you're doctor is here to see you now" Curtis the family butler called out in his deep brit tone. She snapped back to reality and went downstairs to face the physician.At least, a little sense of normalcy in her, way unnatural life.

After a few tests, the doctor finally spoke up "ms.jocelyn, you seem to be far more better. You're anxiety and depression attacks are diminished. So, i now think its time for you to take the quarter of the dosage you used to take before."Jocelyn nodded, but inside she knew better. She was not cured, the damage was still there. It cannot be undone, yet it will seek revenge. But just the same, she nodded and smiled to the doctor's satisfaction. "i am very thankful, i guess i can go back to school now?no more home school then?"She asked. "yes, you may return, i have taken the liberty to giving your butler the doctor's note.you may bring it to school tomorrow."the doctor replied and scooted out.
She sighed relief and decided to take a walk to ease insomnia that was slowly making its prescence felt. Unknowingly,she began to walk aimlessly around the Strasser mansion,just to tire herself out. When she finally took conscious control, she was stunned to find herself in the family room. She felt bad instantly, the memories flooding her as she took a whiff of the homey odor the room acquired from being a little family gather place every evening. The painful memories began to flood her. Tears stung her eyes and sent silvers beads rolling down her face. It all came back. The visions of memory rocked her frail body.As she tried to get hold of herself,she found herself face to face with the huge family portrait that hung in the center of the room.The seven members of the Strasser family,posing at least eight years ago, just for a portrait to hang on the wall of their most loved place in the mansion.

Sitting in the long couch are the adults. Mr. Jerrick Alvin Strasser the grandfather sat in the middle, he smiled broadly with the ageless mischief twinkle in his eyes,the sign of creativity and fullness of energy still evident despite the jailing old man''s body he was in. He was dressed in a white suit and brown loafers. Ol daddy jerry,the refreshingly young grandfather he was. Sitting at his right was his only son Joseph. He sat with practiced formality and primness that no man has. He has the serious look in him. He was ol daddy jerry's younger version, with the same brown eyes and high shoulders, though he was as serious as his father loved creativity and designs. He managed the business part of the company while his daddy jerry, designed and produced works and electronics. He was a quiet man, who loves to sit with his children with a cup of chocolate. He had a rare gift for capturing the interest of people through his language in paper and by mouth. But dad rarely told as anything, so we relly listen if he does. At the remaining side sat Mrs. Cecille Lynn Flethcher-Strasser. The woman who loved us so much.

++++to be continued