1.03 – Party Time! …Or Not?

It was pretty late in the afternoon by the time I got to my old/new house. I only had time to hire a maid (to clean up the mess my dad had left) and unpack my things before it was time for bed. Not much got done that first day.  But luckily, today is an all new day! And what is the first thing you do when you move into a new house? Why, go out of course! For the last two years, I’ve been living under a rock…hardly living at all. It’s time to let loose and have a little fun. So, I hit the bars as soon as the clock ticked 11am! What? Don’t judge…

It was pretty empty when I got there, so I sat down and had a drink while I waited for someone to show up. And then I had another drink. And then another. And another…

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Needless to say, I was pretty wasted by the time a pretty blonde walked into the bar. Well, at least I think she was pretty. From what I remember, she was smoking! But for some reason I don’t think I’m very reliable when I’m drunk. Regardless, I headed over and started throwing out my best pick-up lines.

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“Do you have a library card? ‘Cause I’m checking you out!”

“Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living? Just Kidding, I don’t really care.”

“Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fiiine written all over you”

“I don’t know you, and you don’t know me…but let’s sleep together.”

You can say whatever you want about my pick-up lines, but she was all over me.

And before I knew what was happening….

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Wowza. That girl likes to have some fun.

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When we were done with that, she handed me her number and told me to call if I ever wanted to do this again. Unfortunately, that slip of paper got lost sometime during my drunken haze… Oops. Even though I only remember about half of it, that day turned out to be an amazing day. It really did feel good to finally get on with my life and have a little fun. It felt like I was alive again. I hadn’t like that way in a very long time.

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1.02 – I See The Light… Or Are Those Flames?

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3 years had passed since Michael s death. His loss had left a permanent hole in my heart that nothing could ever fill…but I managed to get passed his death, with the help of Rebecca. I couldn’t have done it without her. I had hit rock bottom, and like the angel she is, she had reached down and pulled me out of the deep hole I was stuck in. I owed everything to her. There’s no way I could have made it without her. She was so wonderful. I still remember the first day she came to visit me…

I was in the infirmary. I had to stay there for a few days, so they could monitor my behavior. They thought I might try to commit suicide, or maybe I’d just lose it all together and go crazy. I probably would have, too, if it weren’t for her…

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                 I was standing in my room, staring blankly out the window. Just like I had been doing for the past 3 hours. Everything felt so empty, it’s like nothing mattered anymore… Until the door to my room suddenly cracked open. I didn’t notice at first, I was too lost to notice much of anything. But then I heard her sweet, angel-like voice…

“Josh?” Surprised, I quickly turned my head around. What I saw could only be described as the light at the end of the tunnel. It was Rebecca, standing there sheepishly with flowers and a teddy bear in her arms. She smiled, and the room seemed to light up.

“Hey you! I know flowers and stuffed animals are a bit girly, but-” I interrupted her.

“No…Thank you.” I said, both confused and awe-struck.

She walked over to the bed, putting the flowers on a table and handing me the teddy bear before sitting next to me.

“If you don’t mind me asking…how did it happen? How did he die, I mean?” She looked at me with big eyes, full of curiosity and sorrow.

I paused, staring down at the brown bear in my hands.

“I’m sorry…It’s too soon..It was wrong of me to ask.”

“He, uh… drowned. He was only 5, and I guess he managed to get out the door, unsupervised somehow…” I trailed off, my gaze still locked on the stuffed bear.

She didn’t say anything, but after a few seconds she put her arms around my shoulders and gave me a small hug. I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do…

but her warmth felt so good. She made me feel something again.

She came to visit me every day, and each day she brought a new gift. Eventually, my once bleak infirmary room started to light up with the items she had bought me. She would stay with me for hours. Sometimes we’d talk, other times she would just keep me company. Pretty soon, I even started smiling again. She was so amazing. I couldn’t believe a girl like her would even give a guy like me the time of day.

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I’ve been with her for 3 years now. Possibly the 3 best years of my life. I never imagined that I would find a girl quite like her…I was in love. Head over heels in love. She was smart, pretty, sweet, and most importantly, she was mine. She was better than the girl of my dreams. I wanted to start a life with her. I wanted to start my life with her.

1.01 – An Angel Comes My Way

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The Bolden House

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…

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I know, I know. I'm just too handsome. It's okay, you can stare all you want.

I know, I know. I’m just too handsome. It’s okay, you can stare all you want.

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.

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“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.”

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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.

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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..

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Peek-a-boo!

Peek-a-boo!

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.