Beautiful Nightmare

He never trusted anyone, not after he had been deceived. He kept secrets from anyone who has ever known him. He lived in fear until he found the one place that helped him escape. He discovers the reasons of his mother's death and the betrayal of his friends. A life he has chosen to live. A past that cannot be left behind to find the truth of this Beautiful Nightmare.


2. One

Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, England. A beautiful place where I grew up and called home. I lived with my mom Anne and my older sister, Gemma. I was taught about how to treat a girl the correct way. I grew up in a house full of course, what more could you expect from me?

I started college when Gemma stopped talking to me. I always assumed that we just lost contact. I remember that day very vaguely. She and I have always been so close growing up. The day came when I graduated from college.

My mom was so proud that her baby was venturing off on his own in the world. I decided to leave the place I called home and moved to London where I bought a flat.

My friends and I were heading down to a local bar in London. They felt that it would be good of me to celebrate my new journey after college. We entered the bar and sat down on the barstool. “Why can’t I find a good man around here?”

Her voice was so lovely. I wanted to get to know her name. I saw her upon entering, just sitting on a barstool talking with her friend. “What about that guy?” I noticed that her friend motioned towards my direction.

The girl’s head towards my direction. Her long brown hair and those eyes - brown, but yet inviting. She smiled at me and I felt myself getting up and walking towards her direction. I sat down on a stool beside her and she ordered me a drink. “Genevieve.” She held out her hand towards my direction.

“Harry.” I shook her hand and something in-between us ignited as soon as our hands touched. “What’s a beautiful girl like you in London?” I asked. She took a sip of her drink and told me that she was from France, but was staying in London.

“I love the sense of adventure, don’t you?” Her eyes gleamed. She had me hooked from the very instant I laid eyes on her. I have never felt this way about any other girl before. My heart was beating loudly against my chest.

I invited her to come over. She agreed and we left the bar together. We walked down the street chatting away. I was mesmerized by her accent. We arrived at my flat and there she spent the night.

“I have never met anyone like you before Harry.” We’ve been together for a few weeks. Honestly, I could say that I found the girl of my dreams. “A beautiful girl like you must’ve attracted so many suitors and not some recently out-of-college kid like me.” I said.

“You don’t seem to understand, do you?” She sat up in bed and stood up, putting on her clothes. “You’re different from other men I’ve met. I admire the way you treat women Harry.”

“Stay with me.” I stood and faced her. I knew it was too soon, but I was falling for her. I didn’t want her to leave my sight. I would be heartbroken if she did. “We can start a life here Genevieve.” She turned around and I could see it in her eyes. They were cold, much different than the way they were when I met her at the bar. “I cannot stay.” she said.

“Why are you in London? At least, tell me that.”

“You’re always asking me that.” she said.

“Come with me to America then. We can go anywhere you want.” I was desperate. I didn’t want any other girl, but her. Honestly, I wanted her to meet my mom but she would decide against it.

Always claiming that it was too soon to meet my family. My mom was my only family, the only person I was ever close to. She wasn’t hesitant about going to America, but it didn’t sound like she was agreeing with me.

“I have to go Harry.” She kissed my cheek, then stormed out of the flat. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked her so soon, but I wanted to start a new life there. London was great, but it just kept me closer to home, closer to my mom.

I wanted to start fresh. I wanted to go out and explore, even if I have to go at it alone. I packed my bags and immediately and bought a ticket to the United States.

So many places to choose from and it was until I decided on one. It was a highly populated city, but it didn’t matter. I was glad to step foot in a new place, glad to be away from all the troubles I left behind.

I became a citizen here and got my own apartment. I entered the elevator and pressed the button for the twelfth floor. I exited out into the hallway and stopped when I reached the room. 1215.

Entering the room, the first thing I spotted was the double glass doors leading out to the balcony. I think I’m going to like it here. I thought to myself and began to move my stuff in. For the weeks I was adjusting to my new life and ventured out of my apartment.

I passed by a local coffee shop. I wasn’t much of a coffee drinker, but it was something to get used to. “Hi, are you new around here?” A girl came up to me while I was waiting for my coffee. I looked around, making sure she was actually talking to me. “Yeah, just moved here a few weeks ago.” I replied.

“Oh yeah? Where you from?” she asked. I told her that I lived in Holmes Chapel, but moved to London after graduating college. “You lived in the UK too? I was there for my entire life until I decided to move here for school. I’m Jesy.” She held out her hand towards my direction.

“Harry.” We shook hands and I grabbed my coffee cup. We emerged from the coffee shop and began to walk down the street. “It’s hard to make new friends at first, but people will get to like you eventually.”

Jesy was unlike any girl I’ve ever met. She seemed real nice and I enjoyed her company, but I would only see her as a friend. “How long did it take you to adjust?” I asked her.

“I’ve been here since my first year of college, so a good year or so. You’ll be just fine I bet.” she smiled. “Are you looking for a job?”

“Yeah, actually. I have to start somewhere right?”

“Well, I know a place that’s hiring. If you’re interested, just give me a call.” She took out a pen and wrote down her number on my hand. “Do you need a ride somewhere?”

“I’m fine walking.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll see you around Harry. It was nice meeting you. Hope we run into each other again!” She waved goodbye before getting into her car. I watched her back out and drive down the street in one quick movement.

I approached the park and saw a brunette sitting on the bench. Genevieve. She turned around as I approached her direction. “Harry.” She stood and we met face to face. “It’s so good to see you.” She gave me a hug, wrapping her arms around me.

I felt my heart leap with joy as I hugged her back. I felt so good to finally have her in my arms. “I missed you.” I said. “What are you doing here?” I pulled away from the hug. Again, she didn’t give me a definite answer but she wanted to see me. I took that as an answer instead. We went back to my apartment where we just caught up on everything that’s been happening.

I took her to a local restaurant which I discovered while walking around the city. We were having so much fun. I didn’t want this to end, but everything has an ending. The next morning, I woke up and she was gone.

She left without saying a single word. My heart felt like it had broken into a million pieces. What was I to do now? I opened my phone and scrolled through my contact list. I stopped on Jesy’s name. I pressed the call button and waited a ring or two. When she picked up on the third ring, “About that job…”

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