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.
Michael was almost 5 now, and could talk pretty well.
“Michael? I’m leaving tomorrow. Don’t you want to say goodbye?” I asked, talking into his closed bedroom door. I heard the pitter-patting of his feet across the wood floor before he cracked his door open and looked up at me. He had his pouty face on.
“But why? Why are you weaving me? Was I bad?”
I felt a stabbing in my chest. That broke my heart, but I knew I needed to go. I needed to get out of this house.
“Awww, Michael! I’m only leaving so I can bring you back lots of gifts!” I said, pinching his nose.
His pouting continued.
“I dun wan’ more toys! I want you!”
My heart began to feel even heavier. I sighed before kneeling down to look him in the eyes.
“Michael, you know I love you and want to be here with you. But I can’t. This is my education – my whole life. You’ll understand one day….but I promise I’ll be back soon. And when I get back, we can spend even more time together! I won’t have any more homework of my own, so I can help you with yours when you get home from school. Then we’ll spend the rest of the night playing together. Okay?”
He just looked at me with this blank expression for the longest time. I was beginning to worry he wouldn’t understand, but then, out of nowhere he pulled me into a tight hug. My worried expression instantly turned into a broad smile.
“Ima miss you, Joshy”
“I’ll miss you too, buddy.” my eyes started to tear up. I was beginning to doubt myself. I really didn’t want to leave him…
I stayed up the rest of night questioning my decision. Morning came all too soon, and before I knew it my ride was honking outside the door. I reluctantly said my last goodbyes, and headed to my new home.
Boarding school was everything I had hoped it would be, and more. It was fun, it was different, it was away from home, and I met a lot of cool people there. I got an awesome roommate, who quickly turned into my best friend. He was always there to look out for me, he was the one person I could really trust and count on (Michael being a little too young to really count on.). Well…almost. I had also met a girl there. Her name was Rebecca…she was so lovely. But more on that later. There were so many things to do at boarding school, after being there for 5 months I had barely scratched the surface. For the first time ever, I felt like my life was on the right track. I did miss Michael dearly, though.
One early Saturday afternoon, I was in my dorm practicing for a speech I had to give on Monday. I had practiced so much, I was pretty sure I was mumbling the words in my sleep. I couldn’t help myself, I was just so excited. And ready! I was so confident I would go up on stage and do great. Maybe I’d even impress Rebecca! But my practice was cut short when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a number a didn’t know. Annoyed, I rejected the call and got back to practicing. Almost immediately, the number called again. “UGH!” I sighed, while flipping open my phone to answer.
“Hello. Is this Josh Bolden?” I heard a kind female voice coming from the phone.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“We’ve received some bad news…it’s about your brother, Michael.”
I felt my heart start to hammer against my chest and my eyes open wide. A sick feeling took over my stomach.
“What about him? Is he okay? What happened!?” There was a pause on the other line.
“..I’m sorry, sir.”
“I’m sorry?! What does that mean? HELLO?!”
“There’s been an accident. I’m afraid he’s no longer with us…”
My whole world stopped. Time froze. My breath was suddenly gone. I couldn’t breath…no, no! This couldn’t be happening! Not to me…not to my baby brother…this isn’t possible…
The last words she said seemed to echo in my head over and over again. I tried to fight with them, to reject and deny them, but my brain lost the battle and the reality started to sink in.
The world suddenly started spinning again. I could feel tears stinging at my eyes.
“No..” I just managed to whisper. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to throw my phone against the wall, but I couldn’t. I was too sad to be angry…
I fell to my knees as my palms went weak and the phone dropped out of my hand.
“No!!” I said again, louder this time.
“Hello? Sir? Are you still there?”
I crumpled into a heap on the floor as the floodgate opened and tears started to violently fall. Images of my baby brother flashed through my head. His smile, his laugh…how could that be taken from me? Just like that? I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. I cried until I couldn’t move anymore. I laid on that floor, nearly lifeless, for almost 2 hours before my roommate came back and found me. Almost as soon as he opened the door, he rushed back out, heading towards the infirmary for help.
I couldn’t go on without Michael. I couldn’t…
This is the first chapter of a story I’m writing on my new blog, Hailey’s Sims 3 Stories. As the name suggests, the story is played out through the Sims 3. However, as you just read, it can be enjoyable for anyone. So check it out if you get the chance.