Imperfectly perfect life (Mayday parade fanfiction)

Venture in to the life of a lost boy who has found his way, lost everything he cared for and battled for control over his emotions. Based on a couple of mayday parade songs

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1. Imperfectly Perfect Life (A mayday parade fanfiction)

The warm breeze swept through my hair, or where it was supposed to be. The sound of birds chirping as they flew into the horizon was soothing, my crimson friend was about to lay to rest, the view of the mountains from the verandah of the farmhouse was breathtaking and my lawn chair was keeping me warm with its embrace.

I watched as my grandchildren played. Who would’ve thought that I would have such a blessing? Well not me. I used to think that I would be a lonely man with no family but what really happened was the opposite. I have 3 children and 4 grandchildren. I have everything I could ask for (almost). I have quite the great life.

I’ve retired and have a grand farmhouse. How did I get this you may ask, let’s just say that life gave me lemons and I made orange juice. Throughout my life I faced various challenges and hardships but I still had moments of happiness and because of them I’ve become who I am.  One of the hardest parts of my life was my childhood. Not a lot of good things happened there.

 

I was sitting in a corner of my bed; my chin resting on my knees as I waited for someone to open the door. The only source of light came from a lonely flame on my nightstand. I could barely see my fingers, I was shaking from the cold of my room; I had no sheets and my clothes were torn. If only my father would buy me some new clothes. I see him every day wearing new and clean clothes and I have to wear these torn and dirty clothes. The sound of footsteps interrupted my train of thoughts. I heard the lock on the turn unlock and the door knob turning. A smile had crept up my face; it was so big it could probably light up this room. The door slightly opened and I saw my father grab something before he entered the room. My smile soon faded when I saw that he was only here to change my pee bucket.

“Father, aren’t you going to bring me food or new clothes.” I said in a low tone.

He just gave me an annoyed look and returned replacing things in my room.

“Father” I called.

“Don’t call me that.” He yelled.

“But father.”

He walked towards me while removing his belt, and I knew that I wasn’t going to like this. After he was done with me he told me to never call him that again and I surely never will. The tears are still streaming down my face and my body is still sore. I can’t believe my own father would do such a thing to his child. I don’t really know why I expect him to change. It’s not the first time he has done this to me. It happens quite often but I choose to wish that he’ll change and maybe one day my wish will come true.

I was now lying on my bed as still as a crocodile waiting for its prey. The cold making me feel numb. I could smell food coming from the kitchen and my stomach grumbled but I knew that I wasn’t going to get any of it. I closed my eyes and sleep caught up with me.

I woke up with the light of my smiling friend, the sun. I wish I could smile as bright as the sun; illuminate everything in sight. If I could I would make the cruel soul of my father better. My stomach grumbled. I’m so hungry I could eat an elk but I don’t think there are any nearby. I heard the door knob turn and saw my father enter.

“Is your body hurting boy?” Father asked in the kindest voice he could possibly muster which is quite surprising and he had a smile plastered on his face. I never knew he could speak in such a way or smile, so to return his kindness I shook my head. “So let me make it hurt again.” His voice turned as cold as Antarctica and his smile turned wicked.

“Father, please don’t do this again.” I pleaded and covered my mouth as soon as I realized what I had said. He stalked towards me while removing his belt. He started lashing at me. With every lash I would let out a painful scream. He told me not to scream or else he would hit harder but it was too painful, I couldn’t hold back my cries. The lashes just got more painful. The lashes were so painful that I couldn’t even let out a scream and I was trying to dodge the belt but it kept catching me as I rolled around the bed. Father let go of the belt and left the room. I was crying quietly so he wouldn’t hear me but I don’t think that worked because I heard his footsteps approaching the room and he entered with a straightening iron in hand. His eyes full of fury as he approached me and…

Pah

There was a loud sound that came from the door and father stopped walking and fell to the ground beside my bed. A wave of sadness washed over me at this sigh t. It wasn’t because someone had been killed in front of me, but because it was my father that was shot. I did my best to get up from my bed but I ended up falling on top of him. Blood was staining my body. I was screaming his name to see if he would wake up but nothing happened. Blood just kept gushing from his neck and I could only watch. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. I just felt this bittersweet feeling come over me.

I felt an arm wrap around my small waist and carry me but by now I couldn’t see anything properly because of the tears that were obscuring my vision. I was being kidnapped.

This is a part of my life that I wish I could forget. I had nightmares of this day a thousand times, the memory of that man haunted me for a very long time, but I’m thankful because I learned a lot of things from this horrid experience.

A part of my life that I will never forget was the day that I met my real father.

 

8 years had passed since Achilles Woods –the man who had kidnapped me- had taken me. Achilles was a middle aged man probably in his mid40s, I never bothered asking him. He had a dark complexion, brown and hair and eyes like me. He was a very funny man, I hated him most of the times but he was so funny that I could forget what he did for a short while. I was now 15 years old; I grew a few centimeters in the past years. After Achilles took me he surprisingly treated me well. He gave me proper room, he gave me food and he taught me to read and write and had put me in school. There were a few cases where I tried to do a few simple things like murdering him, nothing big, just a simple murder, or I would try and run away from home.

Once I tried to stab him and he acted as if he was dying and I started crying and apologizing and he stopped and he told me to never try that again and I definitely didn’t. There were a couple times I tried to run away but I always ended up running back home because I got scared that I was going to get kidnapped.

One thing I noticed about Achilles is that he never hit me, he would always try to resolve things with dialogue and when that didn’t work he would lock me in my room for an hour or two. It was really nice but that didn’t stop me from hating him. He killed my father and I wasn’t going to forget that.

I was now a few years away from university. I had made quite the handful of friends and a few enemies but I didn’t let them bother me much. I had made one special friend (girlfriend) called Alexis Reed. We were going great; we had been together for a year and 4 months. We were in love.

One day, I was just walking through the hallways of my school and a lot of whispers and stares were being directed at me but I just brushed it off as nothing. I was just walking into my first period class and found Alexis standing by the board kissing another guy who happened to be my best friend. They had the courtesy to pay me a glance and they just returned to their session as if I was a ghost. I was filled with so much rage that I could kill a dragon. I wanted to fight him but I knew better than to use violence, so I just grabbed my bike and went back home. Warm tears trickled down my face.

As soon as I got home I stayed under a tree in the backyard. The sky was grey and it too started to cry. I was protected from the cries of the sky by the sagged shoulders of the tree. I felt betrayed by the people I trusted and loved the most. She was the apple to my eye. He was the robin to my batman.

I heard Achilles sit beside me and put his arm around my shoulder but I pushed it back.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“You don’t need to know.”

“Did that filthy girl cheat on you?” He asked. I gasped at his response.

“She’s not filthy! I love her!” I exclaimed and I heard a thunder rumble through the sky.

“Son, love is just an empty word you say. She was just in your way.”

“Don’t you dare call me son; you’re not even my father!” I shouted as the sound of thunder loudened. “You killed my father! If that’s what love is then I don’t love you either.”

He wore a shocked expression that soon changed to anger and it scared me because it reminded me of my father. “I feel offended. I saved you from that… that person and is this the way you repay me?” He said and tried calming down but seemed to fail. “I am your father! That bastard took you away from me and your mother before she died! I searched for you for seven years until now! I couldn’t sleep properly for seven years because I didn’t know if you were safe. I lived a life of worry and guilt.”

Tears were just falling like a waterfall. I didn’t know if I should believe him but I sort of knew that what he was telling me was true. My father, I mean that man never let me call father while Achilles encouraged me, that man never treated me properly while Achilles did, I was living a lie and Achilles met me on the other side.

Achilles had sat down again and I just hugged him as tight as I could and he hugged me back. I finally me someone (or acknowledged) someone I could trust and it felt good. We had stayed like that for quite a while because my tears were uncontrollable. I guess I was crying because of all the things that have happened in my life and because I never knew my mother and held a grudge against Achilles from saving me.

When I had stopped my crying spree I told Achilles everything and apologized for everything that I had done and I started calling him father and it felt good. By the time Achilles cracked his famous jokes the sun fought through the clouds and smiled at the joke just as I did. I’m glad I had finally opened up to him.

From that day onwards I trusted my father with all my heart. I only wish I had done it sooner and I might have had happier memories of him. We spent a lot of time together after that day; we would go fishing or hiking or just have a laid back day and just stay at home, but unfortunately I had to go to university and had to move out. It was a bittersweet feeling.

I was taking a business course because I found it entertaining. I finished my course after 4 years and I luckily got a job in a successful company and my father moved in with me and we resumed our lives together which filled me with joy. I also found a person that made me really happy; her name was Amber Lynn.

I met her when I entered Garamond industries; she was the head accountant before I took the spot from her and made her assistant head accountant which infuriated her and caused her to hate me, but I believe that there is a thin line between love and hate. We had to go for lunch together a lot of times to discuss a few things but one day it all changed.

We were in a small coffee shop close to the company having lunch together. I couldn’t stop staring at her (like always). She was like a goddess who decided to come to earth to show me her beauty. She wasn’t just beautiful but she was elegant and intelligent; she was a picture of perfection. Her beautiful blonde hair fell flawlessly on her shoulders, her face didn’t have any make-up but it was still mesmerizing and her physique suited her perfectly.

“Are you from Tennessee?” I asked her.

“No, why would you ask that?” She asked back.

“Because you’re the only ten I see.” I said smoothly.

“You’re funny.” She said with a soft chuckle.

“I do my best to be.” I said and gave her a wink.

“Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?” She whispered to me.

I nodded with a curious glint in my eyes.

“I can’t help but notice you staring at me, I know I shouldn’t say this, but I can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me.” She said and waited for me to reply but I was just speechless. I didn’t know what to say. Was it that obvious? A thousand questions started going through my head but she wasn’t finished. “The truth is that I can’t help but feel the same way” She had the most beautiful grin I’ve seen on a person. That grin of hers was contagious and I felt myself smile in the same way. I couldn’t help it but I stood up and let my lips unite with hers. For the first time in my life, I felt complete; I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. For the first time, I knew what it meant to love someone else. This felt amazing. It was almost like the kisses they describe in movies, but it feels even better. I should’ve done this sooner.

After that day we spent a lot of time together (more like every day). It was nice to have someone else I could trust, she even helped me take care of my father although he said he didn’t need it.

A few years later we were strolling on the beach since it was summer. I knelt down beside her, removed a small box from my pocket and said. “Girl can I tell you a wonderful thing, I made you a present with paper and string, open with care now I’m asking you please. You know that I love you, will you marry me.”

Her mouth was hanging open and tears of joy were racing down her face. She gave me her hand and I put on her ring and we spent the rest of the day wonderfully.

We got married after 6 months after a few long arguments with my father because he still remembered the incident that happened when I was 15. It was a long and hard process to convince him but it was definitely worth it. We spent our honeymoon in the Bahamas and I ripped my shorts quite a lot, by the time we came back I only had 2 pairs of good shorts. She definitely got me wishing for the stars.

We had three children -two of them being fraternal twins-, two girls and one boy. They were a wonderful blessing. I had fainted quite a few times -I was in a critical but stable state- on each of their births; the video is just hilarious for everyone but me. They make my life very enjoyable.

This is part of my life was very beautiful and it will forever be in my heart. It is something I could re-live a thousand times (even if I had to faint another thousand times over) and never get bored because it only gave me happiness except for the times that Amber was screaming a few profanities at me and squeezing my hand so tightly that my fingers turned into tomatoes. She was as strong as she-hulk. As beautiful as this time of my life was, it was still difficult due to finances, because we had 2 two year old twins and a newborn baby. The bills weren’t easy but it didn’t last long because I made orange juice.

I had bought a small piece of land and grew oranges and opened a factory. The factory progressed further. We started making all kinds of juices, before I knew it I was running a very successful juice factory whilst I was head accountant at Garamond Industries. I was living like a king. While I was at Garamond Industries I had introduced a new way to make control accounts and I was promoted to senior manager of the finance department. It was a good thing but it made managing the juice factories difficult so Amber quit her job at Garamond and took full control of the factories to ease my job.

When my kids reached adolescence it was a difficult period for me and Amber because they were experts in silent rebellion. It was extremely rare to have a proper meal with the whole family; they would say they were studying or were sick or tired. We didn’t bother them much because we knew how they felt. There were times when they would openly come to us which was great and made us know that they loved us. During this time a very unfortunate thing happened. My father had entered a deep sleep to never be awakened. It was a very sad time in the life of my family. My father had touched all of our hearts; from me all the way to my children. My children had entered in to a state of depression and we did our best to console them. They were only able to move on after a few months.

My father had taken a piece of my heart and left a void that would never be filled. I will love him unconditionally with all of his perfect imperfections, forever and always.

When I was 30 I had forgotten Amber’s birthday and she gave me the cold shoulder for a week and threw a few eggs at me. When I was 58 I had forgotten it again but I had gotten away.

It was one bright afternoon and I was just watching a few soccer games when Amber came and sat beside me with a bucket of ice and that had gotten me worried so I asked her “What’s wrong?”

She let out a breath that she seemed to be holding “I think you forgot my birthday, again.” Now her face was red with fury. My face was evident with shock but I quickly covered it with a wide smile that made my cheeks shine. “What’s so funny?” She screamed.

“How can I remember the birthday of someone that doesn’t look a day older?” I said confidently.

Her rage dissipated into a wide grin. She let the bucket tumble to the ground and she gave me a bone crushing hug. “You’re so wonderful. I hate it when you are right.” She whispered into my ear. She stood up and walked to the mirror behind me “You’re so accurate. I don’t look a day older than when I was 24.” I just laughed at her comment “You were being sarcastic weren’t you?” She said angrily. I stood up, walked up to her and kissed her to see if that would reassure her.

“Disgusting, that’s disgusting. Get a room. ” Said Dylan (my youngest son) as he took a picture. I didn’t let his comment stop me. “Emily, Nicholas!” He called out and my other children showed up.

“Gross!” said Emily and Nicholas in unison. Emily walked up to us and pushed us apart.

“Are you trying to scar us for life?” said Nicholas.

“Can’t we have a little PDA?” said Amber.

“No!” The children said in unison and we just laughed and resumed our little session and they walked away grumbling.

 

This was a funny moment in my life that I will never forget. Oh, and did I fail to mention that Dylan’s twins were born on that very day. It was nice to have new people in the family. I always thought that my first grandchildren would be from either Nicholas or Emily. Amber was extremely happy to have her first grandchildren being born on the same day as her and because they were both girls. One was named Aquila (After my father) and the other was named Kayla. I was so proud of my son, he added another person into our little big family.

Approximately 9 months after Dylan had children, Emily and Nicholas had children and that got me wondering how and why but it’s not my business to dive into their private lives. Regardless of this I was extremely proud that my children have children. I was now a full-fledged grandfather. I have 4 grandchildren. Not a lot of people get to feel this emotion, not a lot of people get to feel this excitement. I wasn’t allowed into the delivery room because we all knew what would happen although Nicholas fainted in my stead. Emily was strong and I was told that she was screaming a few profanities just like her mother. They both had boys which was just perfect because they were arguing about the name.

“I’m going to name him Achilles!” screamed Emily. Her high-pitched voice made my ears ring.

“No I will!” Nicholas screamed back. His deep voice made me feel like I was in the middle of an earthquake.

“I’m so glad I had daughters.” Dylan whispered to me.

“Don’t you dare start this argument little brother.” Emily said to Nicholas.

“One, you started this argument and 2, I’m older than you and that gives me the right to name my son Achilles!”

“Children stop this arguing,” I said “Why don’t one of you name our son by your grandfather’s middle name Troye.”

“Okay, I’ll name him Troye.” Said Emily with a sigh.

“No, I will, you can take Achilles.”  Said Nicholas and the argument was about to restart.

“Oh no you won’t. Why are you copying me? I chose it first.” Said Emily or more like screamed.

“I thought of it first.”

Emily sighed and said “Fine, you can take Troye since you love high school musical so much.”

“Fine you can take it.” Nicholas gave up.

“Thank you.” Emily said with a smirk.

“Well, I’m glad that’s over. Call me when you catch up to me.” Dylan said with a wink as he walked out.

 

That was a very interesting day that surely marked the beginning of a new family. I love all these good unforgettable memories but there are those memories that are so bad that they’ll haunt you until the day you die for example the person I thought was my father. But the memory I will never forget is the day I found out of very terrible news.

I was sitting on an armchair in the living room whilst reading a paper and Amber came rushing in. She wore a sad expression and she sat beside me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her. Worry was evident in both of our faces.

“Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing, it seems that I’m ill and I’ve only got weeks, please don’t be sad now I’m asking you please; You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.” She said between sobs. My heart sank at her words, tears falling like a monsoon, I couldn’t hear her sobs anymore and I couldn’t feel her skin as my arms were wrapped around her in a protective manner. I was numb to the world, I couldn’t even feel her. I was feeling great sadness. I was about to lose another person that I loved. I don’t if my heart can handle this (literally).

We spent the weeks after that day in semi-happiness.  I would spend every waking moment of her life by her side even when she would go to the bathroom. She spent a few days in the hospital but was released after a few days. The children found out and also came to visit with the grandchildren that were now 7 years old. We spent breakfast in bed; we were living the life of royals. Until one day I woke up and she didn’t. My heart just stopped for a while and I was taken to the hospital where I was resuscitated. When my heart was stopped I saw all of the times that I spent with Amber; from when she was my superior to when she was my significant other. Amber Lynn you are the love of my life. You lit my dark heart in to something pure. You were there in my highs and lows; you were the wings that kept my feet above the clouds. Right before I was awakened from my deep slumber I caught a glimpse of her contagious smile and smiled as soon as I opened my eyes.

The funeral procession happened a few days later. It was a very sad event. What saddened me the most was seeing my kids crying; it was too painful for me to bear so I held them all in a bear hug and told them that everything would be alright and that she was now in a better place.

In the first few months my kids didn’t let me stay at the family farmhouse alone. I would spend a month in each of my kid’s houses and that went on for a good 7 months. I was being babysat. It was fun spending time with kids and grandchildren and I got the chance to teach them a thing or two.

After Amber’s death I retired and the kids took over the factory and I moved in to my huge farmhouse on the countryside; where I am currently seated. Life was full of ups and downs but they are what made me who I am today. Five years have passed since Amber’s death and I just wish she was here by my side to hold my hand on my 70th birthday but you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you get what you need. I also wished that I had known sooner and maybe I could’ve done something about her disease and she might’ve been here by my side today, but there is no use in thinking about the pas t because it’s just the future with the lights on so let learn from my mistakes and live a better life.

My grandchildren are now twelve and are playing on the field (so they say). I expected them to be running around playing tag or hide and seek; but all I see is a very large screen that is displaying some sort of interactive game; they call it a PS3. Kids these days will never know how fun it is to get dirty.

“Grandpa come play with us.” Aquila said.

“No thank you, I’m too old for these things.” I answered.

“You’re never too old to do something.” Kayla said.

“Okay, okay.” I said. I got up from my chair and walked to the big screen and they handed me something they called a joystick and showed me how to use it and I got quite the hang of it,

“Grandpa, you’re a natural.” Troye said.

“Of course I am; I’m super grandpa, in these situations I would whip my hair if I had any.” I said with a cocky tone and they all laughed.

 

Being 70 years young sure is fun.The warm breeze swept through my hair, or where it was supposed to be. The sound of birds chirping as they flew into the horizon was soothing, my crimson friend was about to lay to rest, the view of the mountains from the verandah of the farmhouse was breathtaking and my lawn chair was keeping me warm with its embrace.

 

I watched as my grandchildren played. Who would’ve thought that I would have such a blessing? Well not me. I used to think that I would be a lonely man with no family but what really happened was the opposite. I have 3 children and 4 grandchildren. I have everything I could ask for (almost). I have quite the great life.

I’ve retired and have a grand farmhouse. How did I get this you may ask, let’s just say that life gave me lemons and I made orange juice. Throughout my life I faced various challenges and hardships but I still had moments of happiness and because of them I’ve become who I am.  One of the hardest parts of my life was my childhood. Not a lot of good things happened there.

 

I was sitting in a corner of my bed; my chin resting on my knees as I waited for someone to open the door. The only source of light came from a lonely flame on my nightstand. I could barely see my fingers, I was shaking from the cold of my room; I had no sheets and my clothes were torn. If only my father would buy me some new clothes. I see him every day wearing new and clean clothes and I have to wear these torn and dirty clothes. The sound of footsteps interrupted my train of thoughts. I heard the lock on the turn unlock and the door knob turning. A smile had crept up my face; it was so big it could probably light up this room. The door slightly opened and I saw my father grab something before he entered the room. My smile soon faded when I saw that he was only here to change my pee bucket.

“Father, aren’t you going to bring me food or new clothes.” I said in a low tone.

He just gave me an annoyed look and returned replacing things in my room.

“Father” I called.

“Don’t call me that.” He yelled.

“But father.”

He walked towards me while removing his belt, and I knew that I wasn’t going to like this. After he was done with me he told me to never call him that again and I surely never will. The tears are still streaming down my face and my body is still sore. I can’t believe my own father would do such a thing to his child. I don’t really know why I expect him to change. It’s not the first time he has done this to me. It happens quite often but I choose to wish that he’ll change and maybe one day my wish will come true.

I was now lying on my bed as still as a crocodile waiting for its prey. The cold making me feel numb. I could smell food coming from the kitchen and my stomach grumbled but I knew that I wasn’t going to get any of it. I closed my eyes and sleep caught up with me.

I woke up with the light of my smiling friend, the sun. I wish I could smile as bright as the sun; illuminate everything in sight. If I could I would make the cruel soul of my father better. My stomach grumbled. I’m so hungry I could eat an elk but I don’t think there are any nearby. I heard the door knob turn and saw my father enter.

“Is your body hurting boy?” Father asked in the kindest voice he could possibly muster which is quite surprising and he had a smile plastered on his face. I never knew he could speak in such a way or smile, so to return his kindness I shook my head. “So let me make it hurt again.” His voice turned as cold as Antarctica and his smile turned wicked.

“Father, please don’t do this again.” I pleaded and covered my mouth as soon as I realized what I had said. He stalked towards me while removing his belt. He started lashing at me. With every lash I would let out a painful scream. He told me not to scream or else he would hit harder but it was too painful, I couldn’t hold back my cries. The lashes just got more painful. The lashes were so painful that I couldn’t even let out a scream and I was trying to dodge the belt but it kept catching me as I rolled around the bed. Father let go of the belt and left the room. I was crying quietly so he wouldn’t hear me but I don’t think that worked because I heard his footsteps approaching the room and he entered with a straightening iron in hand. His eyes full of fury as he approached me and…

Pah

There was a loud sound that came from the door and father stopped walking and fell to the ground beside my bed. A wave of sadness washed over me at this sigh t. It wasn’t because someone had been killed in front of me, but because it was my father that was shot. I did my best to get up from my bed but I ended up falling on top of him. Blood was staining my body. I was screaming his name to see if he would wake up but nothing happened. Blood just kept gushing from his neck and I could only watch. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. I just felt this bittersweet feeling come over me.

I felt an arm wrap around my small waist and carry me but by now I couldn’t see anything properly because of the tears that were obscuring my vision. I was being kidnapped.

This is a part of my life that I wish I could forget. I had nightmares of this day a thousand times, the memory of that man haunted me for a very long time, but I’m thankful because I learned a lot of things from this horrid experience.

A part of my life that I will never forget was the day that I met my real father.

 

8 years had passed since Achilles Woods –the man who had kidnapped me- had taken me. Achilles was a middle aged man probably in his mid40s, I never bothered asking him. He had a dark complexion, brown and hair and eyes like me. He was a very funny man, I hated him most of the times but he was so funny that I could forget what he did for a short while. I was now 15 years old; I grew a few centimeters in the past years. After Achilles took me he surprisingly treated me well. He gave me proper room, he gave me food and he taught me to read and write and had put me in school. There were a few cases where I tried to do a few simple things like murdering him, nothing big, just a simple murder, or I would try and run away from home.

Once I tried to stab him and he acted as if he was dying and I started crying and apologizing and he stopped and he told me to never try that again and I definitely didn’t. There were a couple times I tried to run away but I always ended up running back home because I got scared that I was going to get kidnapped.

One thing I noticed about Achilles is that he never hit me, he would always try to resolve things with dialogue and when that didn’t work he would lock me in my room for an hour or two. It was really nice but that didn’t stop me from hating him. He killed my father and I wasn’t going to forget that.

I was now a few years away from university. I had made quite the handful of friends and a few enemies but I didn’t let them bother me much. I had made one special friend (girlfriend) called Alexis Reed. We were going great; we had been together for a year and 4 months. We were in love.

One day, I was just walking through the hallways of my school and a lot of whispers and stares were being directed at me but I just brushed it off as nothing. I was just walking into my first period class and found Alexis standing by the board kissing another guy who happened to be my best friend. They had the courtesy to pay me a glance and they just returned to their session as if I was a ghost. I was filled with so much rage that I could kill a dragon. I wanted to fight him but I knew better than to use violence, so I just grabbed my bike and went back home. Warm tears trickled down my face.

As soon as I got home I stayed under a tree in the backyard. The sky was grey and it too started to cry. I was protected from the cries of the sky by the sagged shoulders of the tree. I felt betrayed by the people I trusted and loved the most. She was the apple to my eye. He was the robin to my batman.

I heard Achilles sit beside me and put his arm around my shoulder but I pushed it back.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“You don’t need to know.”

“Did that filthy girl cheat on you?” He asked. I gasped at his response.

“She’s not filthy! I love her!” I exclaimed and I heard a thunder rumble through the sky.

“Son, love is just an empty word you say. She was just in your way.”

“Don’t you dare call me son; you’re not even my father!” I shouted as the sound of thunder loudened. “You killed my father! If that’s what love is then I don’t love you either.”

He wore a shocked expression that soon changed to anger and it scared me because it reminded me of my father. “I feel offended. I saved you from that… that person and is this the way you repay me?” He said and tried calming down but seemed to fail. “I am your father! That bastard took you away from me and your mother before she died! I searched for you for seven years until now! I couldn’t sleep properly for seven years because I didn’t know if you were safe. I lived a life of worry and guilt.”

Tears were just falling like a waterfall. I didn’t know if I should believe him but I sort of knew that what he was telling me was true. My father, I mean that man never let me call father while Achilles encouraged me, that man never treated me properly while Achilles did, I was living a lie and Achilles met me on the other side.

Achilles had sat down again and I just hugged him as tight as I could and he hugged me back. I finally me someone (or acknowledged) someone I could trust and it felt good. We had stayed like that for quite a while because my tears were uncontrollable. I guess I was crying because of all the things that have happened in my life and because I never knew my mother and held a grudge against Achilles from saving me.

When I had stopped my crying spree I told Achilles everything and apologized for everything that I had done and I started calling him father and it felt good. By the time Achilles cracked his famous jokes the sun fought through the clouds and smiled at the joke just as I did. I’m glad I had finally opened up to him.

From that day onwards I trusted my father with all my heart. I only wish I had done it sooner and I might have had happier memories of him. We spent a lot of time together after that day; we would go fishing or hiking or just have a laid back day and just stay at home, but unfortunately I had to go to university and had to move out. It was a bittersweet feeling.

I was taking a business course because I found it entertaining. I finished my course after 4 years and I luckily got a job in a successful company and my father moved in with me and we resumed our lives together which filled me with joy. I also found a person that made me really happy; her name was Amber Lynn.

I met her when I entered Garamond industries; she was the head accountant before I took the spot from her and made her assistant head accountant which infuriated her and caused her to hate me, but I believe that there is a thin line between love and hate. We had to go for lunch together a lot of times to discuss a few things but one day it all changed.

We were in a small coffee shop close to the company having lunch together. I couldn’t stop staring at her (like always). She was like a goddess who decided to come to earth to show me her beauty. She wasn’t just beautiful but she was elegant and intelligent; she was a picture of perfection. Her beautiful blonde hair fell flawlessly on her shoulders, her face didn’t have any make-up but it was still mesmerizing and her physique suited her perfectly.

“Are you from Tennessee?” I asked her.

“No, why would you ask that?” She asked back.

“Because you’re the only ten I see.” I said smoothly.

“You’re funny.” She said with a soft chuckle.

“I do my best to be.” I said and gave her a wink.

“Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?” She whispered to me.

I nodded with a curious glint in my eyes.

“I can’t help but notice you staring at me, I know I shouldn’t say this, but I can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me.” She said and waited for me to reply but I was just speechless. I didn’t know what to say. Was it that obvious? A thousand questions started going through my head but she wasn’t finished. “The truth is that I can’t help but feel the same way” She had the most beautiful grin I’ve seen on a person. That grin of hers was contagious and I felt myself smile in the same way. I couldn’t help it but I stood up and let my lips unite with hers. For the first time in my life, I felt complete; I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. For the first time, I knew what it meant to love someone else. This felt amazing. It was almost like the kisses they describe in movies, but it feels even better. I should’ve done this sooner.

After that day we spent a lot of time together (more like every day). It was nice to have someone else I could trust, she even helped me take care of my father although he said he didn’t need it.

A few years later we were strolling on the beach since it was summer. I knelt down beside her, removed a small box from my pocket and said. “Girl can I tell you a wonderful thing, I made you a present with paper and string, open with care now I’m asking you please. You know that I love you, will you marry me.”

Her mouth was hanging open and tears of joy were racing down her face. She gave me her hand and I put on her ring and we spent the rest of the day wonderfully.

We got married after 6 months after a few long arguments with my father because he still remembered the incident that happened when I was 15. It was a long and hard process to convince him but it was definitely worth it. We spent our honeymoon in the Bahamas and I ripped my shorts quite a lot, by the time we came back I only had 2 pairs of good shorts. She definitely got me wishing for the stars.

We had three children -two of them being fraternal twins-, two girls and one boy. They were a wonderful blessing. I had fainted quite a few times -I was in a critical but stable state- on each of their births; the video is just hilarious for everyone but me. They make my life very enjoyable.

This is part of my life was very beautiful and it will forever be in my heart. It is something I could re-live a thousand times (even if I had to faint another thousand times over) and never get bored because it only gave me happiness except for the times that Amber was screaming a few profanities at me and squeezing my hand so tightly that my fingers turned into tomatoes. She was as strong as she-hulk. As beautiful as this time of my life was, it was still difficult due to finances, because we had 2 two year old twins and a newborn baby. The bills weren’t easy but it didn’t last long because I made orange juice.

I had bought a small piece of land and grew oranges and opened a factory. The factory progressed further. We started making all kinds of juices, before I knew it I was running a very successful juice factory whilst I was head accountant at Garamond Industries. I was living like a king. While I was at Garamond Industries I had introduced a new way to make control accounts and I was promoted to senior manager of the finance department. It was a good thing but it made managing the juice factories difficult so Amber quit her job at Garamond and took full control of the factories to ease my job.

When my kids reached adolescence it was a difficult period for me and Amber because they were experts in silent rebellion. It was extremely rare to have a proper meal with the whole family; they would say they were studying or were sick or tired. We didn’t bother them much because we knew how they felt. There were times when they would openly come to us which was great and made us know that they loved us. During this time a very unfortunate thing happened. My father had entered a deep sleep to never be awakened. It was a very sad time in the life of my family. My father had touched all of our hearts; from me all the way to my children. My children had entered in to a state of depression and we did our best to console them. They were only able to move on after a few months.

My father had taken a piece of my heart and left a void that would never be filled. I will love him unconditionally with all of his perfect imperfections, forever and always.

When I was 30 I had forgotten Amber’s birthday and she gave me the cold shoulder for a week and threw a few eggs at me. When I was 58 I had forgotten it again but I had gotten away.

It was one bright afternoon and I was just watching a few soccer games when Amber came and sat beside me with a bucket of ice and that had gotten me worried so I asked her “What’s wrong?”

She let out a breath that she seemed to be holding “I think you forgot my birthday, again.” Now her face was red with fury. My face was evident with shock but I quickly covered it with a wide smile that made my cheeks shine. “What’s so funny?” She screamed.

“How can I remember the birthday of someone that doesn’t look a day older?” I said confidently.

Her rage dissipated into a wide grin. She let the bucket tumble to the ground and she gave me a bone crushing hug. “You’re so wonderful. I hate it when you are right.” She whispered into my ear. She stood up and walked to the mirror behind me “You’re so accurate. I don’t look a day older than when I was 24.” I just laughed at her comment “You were being sarcastic weren’t you?” She said angrily. I stood up, walked up to her and kissed her to see if that would reassure her.

“Disgusting, that’s disgusting. Get a room. ” Said Dylan (my youngest son) as he took a picture. I didn’t let his comment stop me. “Emily, Nicholas!” He called out and my other children showed up.

“Gross!” said Emily and Nicholas in unison. Emily walked up to us and pushed us apart.

“Are you trying to scar us for life?” said Nicholas.

“Can’t we have a little PDA?” said Amber.

“No!” The children said in unison and we just laughed and resumed our little session and they walked away grumbling.

 

This was a funny moment in my life that I will never forget. Oh, and did I fail to mention that Dylan’s twins were born on that very day. It was nice to have new people in the family. I always thought that my first grandchildren would be from either Nicholas or Emily. Amber was extremely happy to have her first grandchildren being born on the same day as her and because they were both girls. One was named Aquila (After my father) and the other was named Kayla. I was so proud of my son, he added another person into our little big family.

Approximately 9 months after Dylan had children, Emily and Nicholas had children and that got me wondering how and why but it’s not my business to dive into their private lives. Regardless of this I was extremely proud that my children have children. I was now a full-fledged grandfather. I have 4 grandchildren. Not a lot of people get to feel this emotion, not a lot of people get to feel this excitement. I wasn’t allowed into the delivery room because we all knew what would happen although Nicholas fainted in my stead. Emily was strong and I was told that she was screaming a few profanities just like her mother. They both had boys which was just perfect because they were arguing about the name.

“I’m going to name him Achilles!” screamed Emily. Her high-pitched voice made my ears ring.

“No I will!” Nicholas screamed back. His deep voice made me feel like I was in the middle of an earthquake.

“I’m so glad I had daughters.” Dylan whispered to me.

“Don’t you dare start this argument little brother.” Emily said to Nicholas.

“One, you started this argument and 2, I’m older than you and that gives me the right to name my son Achilles!”

“Children stop this arguing,” I said “Why don’t one of you name our son by your grandfather’s middle name Troye.”

“Okay, I’ll name him Troye.” Said Emily with a sigh.

“No, I will, you can take Achilles.”  Said Nicholas and the argument was about to restart.

“Oh no you won’t. Why are you copying me? I chose it first.” Said Emily or more like screamed.

“I thought of it first.”

Emily sighed and said “Fine, you can take Troye since you love high school musical so much.”

“Fine you can take it.” Nicholas gave up.

“Thank you.” Emily said with a smirk.

“Well, I’m glad that’s over. Call me when you catch up to me.” Dylan said with a wink as he walked out.

 

That was a very interesting day that surely marked the beginning of a new family. I love all these good unforgettable memories but there are those memories that are so bad that they’ll haunt you until the day you die for example the person I thought was my father. But the memory I will never forget is the day I found out of very terrible news.

I was sitting on an armchair in the living room whilst reading a paper and Amber came rushing in. She wore a sad expression and she sat beside me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her. Worry was evident in both of our faces.

“Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing, it seems that I’m ill and I’ve only got weeks, please don’t be sad now I’m asking you please; You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.” She said between sobs. My heart sank at her words, tears falling like a monsoon, I couldn’t hear her sobs anymore and I couldn’t feel her skin as my arms were wrapped around her in a protective manner. I was numb to the world, I couldn’t even feel her. I was feeling great sadness. I was about to lose another person that I loved. I don’t if my heart can handle this (literally).

We spent the weeks after that day in semi-happiness.  I would spend every waking moment of her life by her side even when she would go to the bathroom. She spent a few days in the hospital but was released after a few days. The children found out and also came to visit with the grandchildren that were now 7 years old. We spent breakfast in bed; we were living the life of royals. Until one day I woke up and she didn’t. My heart just stopped for a while and I was taken to the hospital where I was resuscitated. When my heart was stopped I saw all of the times that I spent with Amber; from when she was my superior to when she was my significant other. Amber Lynn you are the love of my life. You lit my dark heart in to something pure. You were there in my highs and lows; you were the wings that kept my feet above the clouds. Right before I was awakened from my deep slumber I caught a glimpse of her contagious smile and smiled as soon as I opened my eyes.

The funeral procession happened a few days later. It was a very sad event. What saddened me the most was seeing my kids crying; it was too painful for me to bear so I held them all in a bear hug and told them that everything would be alright and that she was now in a better place.

In the first few months my kids didn’t let me stay at the family farmhouse alone. I would spend a month in each of my kid’s houses and that went on for a good 7 months. I was being babysat. It was fun spending time with kids and grandchildren and I got the chance to teach them a thing or two.

After Amber’s death I retired and the kids took over the factory and I moved in to my huge farmhouse on the countryside; where I am currently seated. Life was full of ups and downs but they are what made me who I am today. Five years have passed since Amber’s death and I just wish she was here by my side to hold my hand on my 70th birthday but you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you get what you need. I also wished that I had known sooner and maybe I could’ve done something about her disease and she might’ve been here by my side today, but there is no use in thinking about the pas t because it’s just the future with the lights on so let learn from my mistakes and live a better life.

My grandchildren are now twelve and are playing on the field (so they say). I expected them to be running around playing tag or hide and seek; but all I see is a very large screen that is displaying some sort of interactive game; they call it a PS3. Kids these days will never know how fun it is to get dirty.

“Grandpa come play with us.” Aquila said.

“No thank you, I’m too old for these things.” I answered.

“You’re never too old to do something.” Kayla said.

“Okay, okay.” I said. I got up from my chair and walked to the big screen and they handed me something they called a joystick and showed me how to use it and I got quite the hang of it,

“Grandpa, you’re a natural.” Troye said.

“Of course I am; I’m super grandpa, in these situations I would whip my hair if I had any.” I said with a cocky tone and they all laughed.

 

Being 70 years young sure is fun. 

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