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I looked up at the giant house that lay ahead of me. The perfect white walls of the mansion seemed to stare back down at me, almost as if they remembered me the same way I remembered them. I stood on the sidewalk as I took in the scene. The small pond, the yellow flowers, the stone path… It was all too much for me. Despite my hesitations, I took a deep breath and walked up to the house. The door was unlocked. As I slowly cracked open the door, a familiar chill hit me, and with it came all of the memories. I remembered faces, faces of girls I would see only once and never again. I remembered my father looking down at me and telling me he only had me because he had no choice. I remember the beautiful face of a little boy…
Sorry, let me start from the beginning. My name is Josh Bolden, and I just inherited my father’s mansion. The same one I grew up in as a kid. I got a call that my father died about a week ago, though I still have no idea how it happened. I can’t say I’m too sad about it. My dad was a decent guy, but he was never around when I was a kid. I hardly knew the man. But to tell you the truth, I’m not sure if anyone really knew my dad. He didn’t let many people in. Or maybe he really was just that shallow, I honestly don’t know. I haven’t even spoken a word to him in two years. Err… sorry. Let me start even earlier.
When I was a child, my dad was never around because he was always out picking up girls, who he would then bring back to our house and take into his room. I saw a new girl almost every day, even when I tried locking myself in my room just so I wouldn’t have to see another strange woman. I never knew any of them, or saw them more than once, but each face was burned into my head. Each day, after my dad’s daily companion left, he would tell me he “scored” again. Like it was some sort of competition and he was keeping points. He would then proceed to give me tips on how to get girls and “score” like him when I got older. I was only 8 at the time.
“Daddy, everyone at school has 2 parents. They say their mommy and daddy only kiss each other and nobody else.”
“Well kiddo, that’s because they don’t have cool dad’s like me.”
“Isn’t that how babies are born? By kissing on beds and stuff?”
My dad let out a small chuckle. “Haha! It sure is, son.”
“What happens if one of the girls has a baby?”
“Don’t worry about that! It’s alright to get girls knocked up. That’s what they’re there for. They’ll deal with it.”
I paused for a moment, thinking.
“How did you get me then, daddy?”
He gave me a sideways look.”Your mother, uh… passed away not long after you were born. Car accident or something. I didn’t have any choice, being the father I had to take you.”
“Oh….” I said, turning my gaze towards the floor.
My dad smiled. “No worries, champ! I just know you’ll be a son that makes a father proud.”
I don’t know if that was the best or worst conversation in my life.
Anyway, when I was about 12, my father got “stuck” with another baby. A little boy named Michael. Michael’s mother was a big drug addict. She was taken into the hospital for an over-dose when Michael was 2, and was soon declared an unfit mother. I remember the first time I laid eyes on him like it was yesterday. It was the best day of my life. He had the sweetest dark brown eyes and the chubbiest cheeks. I couldn’t stop smiling when I looked at him. I held him in my arms the best I could at the time, desperately making sure he didn’t fall. He looked up at me so innocently, and giggled just a bit. At that moment, I knew I loved him with everything I had.
Since my dad was almost never home, it was entirely up to me to take care of the baby. And I didn’t mind one bit. I would get up in the middle of the night, even if he wasn’t crying, just to check on him and make sure he was okay. I played with him, I hugged him, I fed him, I loved him..
I loved him so much. But when I turned 15, my dad finally decided to send me to this boarding school I had wanted to go to for so long. It sounded so amazing. I had been wanting to go since I was 10, but they had an age limit of 14 or older. They had everything there! I was so excited, I packed my bags right away and called for them to pick me up the very next day.