Prologue: A growing Discontent
My childhood was a happy one, I don't want you to think other wise. Mother and Father did everything they could to make sure both Malcolm and I had all we needed, and thensome. I can't exactly put my finger on what went wrong, and how I ended up banished from the family home, but I guess you could say it all started with a girl. How cliche right?
It wasn't just any girl, it was Brie Chow. Who is Brie Chow you ask? Exactly how my mother felt. She was a nobody in the town of Sunset Valley.
Malcolm did the right thing, he found a girlfriend from the 'right side of the tracks' so to speak. Bella Bacholar was from a 'good family', or that's how Mother always put it. She never made mention of the fact that Malcolm had wooed her away from his supposed best friend Mortimer. No, that wasn't a problem in her eyes. But I digress.
At the very party that my brother made his move on Bella, right under the nose of his 'best friend' Mortimer, I became a teenager. You know who else celebrated my birthday?
It had taken weeks to convince Mother to allow me to share a party with Brie. Her family was so poor they would never be able to afford what my parents could give me. I begged and begged until Father finally told Mother to allow it.
"The boy will grow out of this little crush darling," he drawled.
Perhaps he believed it himself. But what I had begun to feel for Brie was not like anything I had ever felt before.
This picture shows the growing alarm my mother felt. I was not growing out of Brie. We were growing closer every day.
The fight we had that night was the worst I had ever had before. I was forbidden to ever see 'that girl' outside school again.
"It isn't fair!" I yelled at mother.
But that was how it was to be.
In defiance, I took on a new look. I went with the most embarrassing thing I could find, using some of Father's acrylics on my hair. Mother was shocked, but Father shook his head.
"It's a phase, all teenagers go through it."
Even Brie seemed a bit confused by my new look. I laughed it off and reassured her by the time I was ready to settle down and have kids, I would go back to my natural blond hair.
I didn't share with her that it was right then I had decided I loved her more then anything, and would be willing to sacrifice everything for her. Even if it meant the luxury my parents life promised me.
And it was then that my descent into, as Mother put it, "Hell" began.
Prologue Part 1