Secret Life of the American Adult: LIFE AFTER…
~HEATMIZZER~
Synopsis: ten years later & the secrets are only deeper. This will be an on-going series from me. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One:
Amy sat perched over her laptop typing, her attention remained completely focused on the screen however ever synonymously taking sips of her Starbucks chino. Her drive to continue this piece, this piece of literature, was present in her body.
"M'am would you like another cup?" a nearby waiter called out. Abruptly she stopped for a second and nodded no with a at ease grin.
"I'm good." she replied and then back, back to the clicking and humming sound of her laptop at work. AND WITH ONE FINAL BREATH, SHE LEFT...TAP TAP TAP; she brutally pounced against the backspace only leaving a blinking line. Suddenly a nearby couple walking their son in a stroller caught her eye. She focused, she paused as the eclectic jazz music faded into the near distance...She could picture it as night and day, a young Amy walking with a young Ricky, and John. Her life she had the life she felt trapped in. How could she? How could she choose to just leave John with Ricky? Walk away. It had been two years since going back, and accelerated plan, so she would finish sooner than other people she rather not named that she was neighbors with.
Creative WRITING...the classes she loved the most but hated as well. Her professor required truth, and she had a truth that she was trying to gracefully bow out from. Why drum up the pain of leaving her son, of her hurting the one man who she believed she loved. Suddenly, her eyes fell back on the screen, the blinking line that called out to her. Finish your sentence...finish your story...AND WITH ONE FINAL BREATHE, AMY LEFT AND NEVER LOOKED BACK. Period. How poetic she thought, a period signifying the end of her and Ricky. She supposed now it was her and Hudson, and him and Clementine at least from John's newly found love for the blond and her Father's phone calls that suggested the same. The last information she had received was that Ricky had moved up in the business, he was now one of the General Managers of Sausage King Incorporated.
Of course, it was a message clearly presented by Ben. Ben, had become out of control, he wasn't the Ben that had patiently loved from afar and wanted her. It was a Ben who feasted on his brand new freedom...his brand new life...
Ben sat closely between two half-dressed ladies finish his drink, as the small tunnel beat of the DJ's music played throughout the club scene. As he lifted up another crystal glass, everyone cheered "Sausage Prince". Clearly, he had now achieved a reputation as a party animal, a fiend for the ladies, an early night later mornings type guy. Of course, he still managed to have good grades, it's just now, he was able to think for himself and have certain perks.
"Excuse me ladies." he said as he stood up and made his way towards the men's room. Once inside he look at himself in the mirror, cuffed some water in his hand and then began to wash her face.
"Wow, you look wasted." a familiar voice announced.
"Look, you're not going to do this again. I told you I'm through; I'm through with anything in my past. Not Amy, not Alice and definitely not you." Ben snapped back.
"Look, man, are you alright?" Suddenly Ben shook his head and refocused.
"Henry?" he called out.
"I'm not Henry, dude. I'm Nathan." the guy replied. Suddenly Ben looked to the side and in the mirror stood Henry in his GI outfit staring concerned.
"You bastard!" Ben said as he bawled his fist and hit...SMASH! Ben fell to the ground.
"Oh my God." Nathan called out as he dropped to the floor, as nearby fellas tried to help. "Call 911, someone."
-End of Chapter One-