you had a better childhood than we did.
I would like to meet. Maybe we can have lunch or dinner on Monday?
Thank you for contacting me.
-Seven
What else can I say? I hope you never meet Blue? I hope you didn’t get left alone by your mom for days on end? Spell out every fucked up detail of my shit-tastic childhood to make her feel bad if she actually had the chance to have a good life? I genuinely hope she has had a much better life than I have.
My mind repeatedly mulls over the idea of actually having a sister. What this could mean, and how this could change my entire world? Blue hasn’t been around for ages, and I don’t expect him or want him to be an uncle to my children. We call Star and Paisley aunts, but Marley would be able to have a real, true, flesh and blood aunt who is actually related to us. My heart skips a beat and I am excited about the possibilities, but also cautious because my gut tells me to slow the fuck down.
It isn’t what I needed on top of everything else going on in my life, but I think this may be a very welcome distraction from Vince and the fact that a video of Levi and I has been shopped around to TMZ today. There is no way I am going to tell Levi that though. Not until after dinner. Or until I hear back from Stella Finnegan to see what exactly she can do about it.
Hey, if my naked ass ends up all over the internet… at least I can be proud of the fact that I was able to take two dicks like a champ for the world to see. Not everyone can add that accomplishment to their list of achievements in life! I try and shrug it all off, not letting it get to me. Not allowing myself to be bothered by someone else trying to take control of my life. But the fact that I have no control over the situation is damn near eating me alive.
“You almost ready?” Levi asks from the doorway of our bedroom while I finish up the last couple keystrokes on the computer.
“Nope, gotta shower still.” I shrug and head in the direction of the bathroom. I know I am late, but I just haven’t been motivated to do anything but bark orders from my throne, which is exactly what I’ve been doing for months since I left the physical office of White-Woods Global. My mind shifts to James and what he would think if he knew I wasn’t fulfilling exactly what he had dreamt for me all those years ago. Would he be happy? Would he regret leaving it all to me instead of someone else? Would he resent me?
There are days I wish I could just sit down and talk to him. Like… have coffee and catch up. See what kinda hell he is raising in Heaven with Johnny Cash and Robin Williams. I think we have all been there when we have lost someone that important in our lives. Fuck, I hate death.
Pulling up the long winding driveway that leads to Star’s house I notice more cars and motorcycles than our usual Friday night family dinner. Something we have made a point to do every week no matter who is sick or who has a spouse out of town. Drama doesn’t exist at our dinners, it is just our time to catch up and come back to being one giant family. Tonight, I have more news to share than anyone else will. I can bet you that one.
We squeeze our Infinity SUV between two packs of motorcycles and make our way to the house. I start to count all the bikes, two, three, seven, eight, Jesus… what the hell does Chrome have going on? It has to be something big and I hope it doesn’t have anything to do with Star. Or any fuckin’ danger rolling into town. We just can’t take anymore right now.
Her long hair is back to blonde after trying out the whole brunette thing for a year. Star’s hands are on her hips as she gives me the evil eye. “You are late,” she says pointedly. A little less than amused that I decided to show up an hour later than we are all supposed to meet.
“It’s the baby’s fault.” I lie, “I had to take a shower because I felt like a frumpy mom, but I got some good dirt for you.” I add to try and curb her mood.
I would like to meet. Maybe we can have lunch or dinner on Monday?
Thank you for contacting me.
-Seven
What else can I say? I hope you never meet Blue? I hope you didn’t get left alone by your mom for days on end? Spell out every fucked up detail of my shit-tastic childhood to make her feel bad if she actually had the chance to have a good life? I genuinely hope she has had a much better life than I have.
My mind repeatedly mulls over the idea of actually having a sister. What this could mean, and how this could change my entire world? Blue hasn’t been around for ages, and I don’t expect him or want him to be an uncle to my children. We call Star and Paisley aunts, but Marley would be able to have a real, true, flesh and blood aunt who is actually related to us. My heart skips a beat and I am excited about the possibilities, but also cautious because my gut tells me to slow the fuck down.
It isn’t what I needed on top of everything else going on in my life, but I think this may be a very welcome distraction from Vince and the fact that a video of Levi and I has been shopped around to TMZ today. There is no way I am going to tell Levi that though. Not until after dinner. Or until I hear back from Stella Finnegan to see what exactly she can do about it.
Hey, if my naked ass ends up all over the internet… at least I can be proud of the fact that I was able to take two dicks like a champ for the world to see. Not everyone can add that accomplishment to their list of achievements in life! I try and shrug it all off, not letting it get to me. Not allowing myself to be bothered by someone else trying to take control of my life. But the fact that I have no control over the situation is damn near eating me alive.
“You almost ready?” Levi asks from the doorway of our bedroom while I finish up the last couple keystrokes on the computer.
“Nope, gotta shower still.” I shrug and head in the direction of the bathroom. I know I am late, but I just haven’t been motivated to do anything but bark orders from my throne, which is exactly what I’ve been doing for months since I left the physical office of White-Woods Global. My mind shifts to James and what he would think if he knew I wasn’t fulfilling exactly what he had dreamt for me all those years ago. Would he be happy? Would he regret leaving it all to me instead of someone else? Would he resent me?
There are days I wish I could just sit down and talk to him. Like… have coffee and catch up. See what kinda hell he is raising in Heaven with Johnny Cash and Robin Williams. I think we have all been there when we have lost someone that important in our lives. Fuck, I hate death.
Pulling up the long winding driveway that leads to Star’s house I notice more cars and motorcycles than our usual Friday night family dinner. Something we have made a point to do every week no matter who is sick or who has a spouse out of town. Drama doesn’t exist at our dinners, it is just our time to catch up and come back to being one giant family. Tonight, I have more news to share than anyone else will. I can bet you that one.
We squeeze our Infinity SUV between two packs of motorcycles and make our way to the house. I start to count all the bikes, two, three, seven, eight, Jesus… what the hell does Chrome have going on? It has to be something big and I hope it doesn’t have anything to do with Star. Or any fuckin’ danger rolling into town. We just can’t take anymore right now.
Her long hair is back to blonde after trying out the whole brunette thing for a year. Star’s hands are on her hips as she gives me the evil eye. “You are late,” she says pointedly. A little less than amused that I decided to show up an hour later than we are all supposed to meet.
“It’s the baby’s fault.” I lie, “I had to take a shower because I felt like a frumpy mom, but I got some good dirt for you.” I add to try and curb her mood.
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