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Summary : What if Victoria Davis had made a mistake before Brooke was ever born? A mistake with a business client that nearly ruined her untouchable reputation, and her marriage? A mistake that resulted in an unwanted, illegitimate son? Explore the journey of Alexander Davis, a sixteen year-old boy that has lived in a hostile enviorment with his neglecful mother, harsh step-father, and his princess of a fifteen year-old sister, Brooke. And explore the feelings of Victoria Davis as she reluctantly attempts to raise her son without the help of her husband, and happily groom her daughter to be a successful woman. Can she balance both, even when she favors one over the other? Can Alex overcome being inferior all his childhood and confront his mother, and maybe try to find his father? Read to find out.
Prologue
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August 19th, 1991.
As I leave the office, I feel dirty, I have tears in my eyes, and no matter how much I hold my skirt down on my way to the car, I still feel like one of the prostitutes on the corner that I pass in my car on the way home.
I suppose that these feelings are justified, after all, I just had a one night stand with one of our top clients. He wanted to close a deal for another five years, and he just needed a little bit of prompting. And I wasn't reluctant to give it to him. It was just sex, nobody had to know, and nobody had to get hurt. Hence feeling like a prostitute.
But thoughts of my husband popped in my head, telling me that I was wrong. Nothing is ever just sex, and there are always consequences, whethere they be pregnancy, disease, or destroyed marriages. Hence my tears.
John and I had only been married for two years, and I felt that we had a strong marriage. But no marriage was strong enough to handle infidelity witout taking a few brutal hits.
I was decided that I wouldn't tell him. Because I had only done it to secure a business deal, and not out of unfaithfulness to my husband, he didn't have to know.
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September 16th, 1991
I can't believe it! A month after my one night stand with George to have that business deal for five more years, I missed my period. And now the pregnancy test that I took in the filthy convenience store restroom showed a smiley face under the positive side. If only they knew that this pregnancy wasn't a happy occasion.
I had completely ignored what happened with George after I had gone home. John had no idea about my infidelity and I had never planned to tell him. The only hint that I had left behind was that I refused to be intimate with my husband after. I felt dirty and that I didn't deserve it.
"Test may not be 100 accurtate"
My hopes looked up. Maybe this whole thing was a fluke and I could get along with my life with John happily. In an instant I was on my way to the planned pregnancy center.
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September 18th, 1991
My life is ruined. John has stormed out of our house, calling me a whore. George is denying that we ever did anything, and that I am trying to pin everything on him. And I am left with a five week old child in my uterus.
The doctor had confirmed my worst fears, telling me that I had in fact concieved a child. An extremely unwanted child. Abortion was no option for me. No matter how much I wanted this child out of me and out of my life, I didn't have the conscience for it.
I couldn't even pass the child off as John's either! We hadn't been intimate since my fling, for I felt too contaminated to bond like that with my husband.
How had my life taken such a turn downward? I had been in a perfect, loving marriage with a wonderful husband. We were both extremely successful business people, and extremely financially secure.
Now one night of unfaithfulness had driven my husband out of the house, possibly ruined our marriage, and saddled me with a bastard child. What was I going to do now. I had shamed my marrigae, my family, and myself.
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October 20th, 1991
John spoke to me today. For the past month I have been extremely lonely, for my husband has spread the news of my infidelity around the country club. All of the women that I had been friends with now only gossiped about my pregnancy and the lack of a present father for the child.
But life had looked up today. John had asked me to meet him at a restaurant to speak to him. We had met and had food, and for awhile, we spoke and it felt like our marriage wasn't close to ending. It felt like I wasn't carrying a child that didn't belong to my husband.
I had apologized to him sincerely asked him to please move back in the house. And while he said that he couldn't completely forgive me, he wanted to come back. The only thing that he said he wouldn't do was be a father the child inside of me.
Though I may have sounded desperate, I accepted that restriction. I didn't care that he didn't want the responsibility of being a father to a child that wasn't his. I didn't even want the responsibility.
But for now, though the unwanted fetus still grew inside of me, something had gone right. Maybe my life wasn't completely ruined after all.
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January 3rd, 1992
My stomach seemed to be growing by the minute as the boy got closer to being born. I was very disappointed about it being a boy. The only comfort that I had held about being pregnant was that I could have a beautiful daughter that looked like me. She would love fashion, cheerleading and shopping.
But now I was stuck with a boy. George's bastard son. And though John and I were living happily again in our large house, we still had our issues. Trust being the most abundant issue.
I despised what this little boy was doing to my previously flawless body. He was adding pounds to me by the day, and making my body fat. All the work that I had put into keeping my body perfect was being destroyed by a child that I didn't even want.
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March 28th, 1992
I went into labor prematurely today and had to have a Ceasarean Section to get the child out of me when his heart rate dropped. He was about a month premature, and had to be delivered immediately to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
John refused to have anything to do with the birth. He stood in the waiting room the whole time, and merely scoffed when the doctors delivered the information about him. I did appreciate that he came to visit me though when I was situated in my room.
What else is there to do but cry because I now had no choice but to raise this thing that has ruined everything that I cherished nine months ago.
The nurse placed the wrinkled, red skinned crying child in my arms. The baby boy seemed to calm down when he was in my arms, but I couldn't say the same for myself. I began crying when I saw the child because I was so ashamed.
Welcome to the world Alexander Preston Davis. Your mother is ahsamed of you and your father is long gone.
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Hi guys, this is an idea that I have been fostering for awile, and I understand that it is very unusual. But I hope that you can enjoy it. A little bit more information about the story is that this story is NOT centered around couples. If there even are couples, they will be very few and between. This is all about family angst what makes Victoria Davis and Alex Davis who they are. Brooke will also have a big part, but the other main characters will only have small appearances. This is also just the prologue, hence the shortness, but don't worry, the chapters will get longer. Please tell me what you think about the beginning and the idea. Thanks, Broody