Overcoming Tragedy

Two weeks have passed and more tragedy struck for Trent. His best friend, Mario Cruz and his family have moved to New Hampshire because of his father's new job there, the funeral and memorial service of his now late parents, and moving in with Anton Mercer as his temporarily guardian.

At the reading of the wills, it states that both of his parents left everything to him, including four million dollars from his late father's part of the will and a million dollars from his late mother's part of the will, and will get the money when he reaches the age of 18.

Trent was living with Mercer at his luxury multi-million dollar Château mansion in Holmby Hills. Since the funeral, he hasn't had any desire to get out of the bedroom that Mercer supplied him with. He left Trent alone in his room as he had work to do.

Trent just cried out his heart into the pillow and couldn't care about anything in the terms of what was happening to him.

Someone knocks on the door and it was Mercer.

"Trent, are you okay?" He nods his head no, rubbing his eyes, which was now red after crying for who knows how long. He walks over to his side and sits on his king-size canopy bed and sat on the bed next to him.

"Trent, it's not good to feel this depressed."

Trent kept facing the white wall as tears began to flow as Mercer continued to talk.

"Clearly something is wrong. We have to talk." He shakes his shoulder.

Trent nudged him off of his shoulder. "No, we don't. Now please leave me alone. I just wanna sleep."

Anton looks at the black clock by the bedside and checked for his forehead. "Trent, it's noon."

"So?"

"So…we still have to talk about it. Even if you don't want to."

Trent finally got up and rubbed his red eyes.

"Okay. My parents are gone, my best friend's gone and now, I have no one."

Anton placed his hand on his shoulder. "It'll be okay. I promise." His phone vibrates and asks him.

"I got to take this. Anyway, you want anything to eat right now? You have any food allergies I should know about?"

"Thanks, but no thanks. And I'm allergic to coconuts."

"Okay." He gets up and leaves Trent to be.

He steps into his home office and personal study and took his call. He told the person who called him to call him back later.

After the call, he takes a quick peak inside Trent's room and finds him fast asleep. A small sigh escapes him and goes back into his office to make an important call.

"Hello, I would like to speak to the head of Child's Services."

I'm giving some credit to Aethelgythe in my story