Friday: May 31st, 2010 – 7:56 P.M.

New York City. The magical place that never seems to sleep, however, tonight was officially embracing this particular saying. The reason why was because tonight was the night before the huge class trip for class 3-C in Garside Sr. /Jr. high school and everyone was certain that they wouldn't be able to sleep for one second due to the excitement. They were all scheduled to go to Disney World in Florida for senior grad night and stay for three whole entire days and three long nights. That's right, nothing but fun, excitement and great memories to share with your best friends.

Throughout the city, the forty two students in Garside, class 3-C were hastily getting ready for their soon to be, unforgettable Grad Night trip on Saturday. Taxi cabs raced through the neon highways, picking up passengers at light speed and numerous citizens crowded the NYC streets and sidewalks. However, in the crammed building just off of Lexington Avenue, between to tall skyscrapers, was the home that Beck Oliver has lived in for eight whole years. It was St. Josephs: Home for Boys, a place where all young male orphans could call home.

This place usually consisted of troubled runaways from the inner city streets or unfortunate children who no longer had an adult figure to take care of them. Beck was the unfortunate child. The memory of the incident that occurred when he was just nine has haunted him for years and has etched numerous questions into his head.

It was only the first day of 4th grade and as usual, children were bustling through the city streets with their parents eager to tell them all about their day whether they wanted to hear it or not. Beck was supposed to have been picked up by his father, but he decided to go home with a friend instead after he waited over an hour for him.

By the time it started to get too dark, Beck asked his friends mother to call for him, "Excuse me, Mrs. Parkins? Can you please call my daddy? He was supposed to pick me up hours ago." The middle aged women looked at Beck with wide eyes as she nodded and headed towards the phone.

"What's your dad's number sweetie?" she said kindly.

"Uhh," Beck always forgot his father's phone number when it counted the most. "I think it is 397-2784… yeah! That's it alright," Beck smile rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay honey. I'll talk to your dad and see if everything is okay. It's getting pretty late though," Mrs. Parkins dialed the number and paced into the kitchen hoping that the man didn't wind up getting in an accident.

Beck's dad has been acting rather strange lately. Everyone's been making comments on how he would have odd outbursts at work or shout at people he works with. People have suggested that the man probably developed some sort of brain disorder, but that was highly impossible. The other suggestion was that he lost it after his wife left him and Beck a few months earlier for a younger moron. Whatever the reason, it caused the most horrendous event to arise.

"Beck," Mrs. Parkins said loudly from the kitchen, "Your dad said that he was holed up at work and that he apologizes for the wait."

"Okay, tell him I forgive him. Oh, and that I love him lots and lots," Beck made an exaggeration by stretching his arms as far as they could go causing the woman to laugh. Mrs. Parkins delivered Beck's message and hung up the phone. She grabbed her key from the granite island in the middle of the kitchen and dashed off to get her heels on.

"Beck, Timmy! Both of you get your shoes on okay. I need to drop you off okay Beck," the sound of videogames ceased and both of the boys raced each other to see who was a true winner.

"Ha! I won Becky!" Timmy cried in victory as he held his converse shoes high in the air.

"Uh-uh, I won! Didn't you see how wicked fast I was," Beck winked while running his fingers through his hair.

"Whatever," Timmy laughed while double-knotting his shoes and dashed off to his mother to the car with Beck.

After Beck was dropped off at his apartment complex building he said his thanks and waved good-bye to Mrs. Parkins who seemed to have a great deal of worry in her eyes as she looked back in her car.

Beck entered his home and realized that no one was home. He switched on the lights in the living/dining room and found it looking like a tornado valley. What happened in here? The couch was flipped completely on its back, the items in the kitchen cabinets were scattered all over the floor and the TV was turned on to the news where it said "Ms. Oliver marries big time New York doctor, Harold Klum." That's… my mom… she… she married someone else…

A young man in his twenties kept telling news reporters that she was the best thing that could have happened to him. "I'm so glad I met her. Thank God she didn't bring her kid. I always told me that he was a spineless little freak like his father," Harold laughed nasally after he finished his statement. The reporters laughed along as well but didn't even find this particularly funny in the slightest.

Anger swelled inside of Beck as he clenched his fists and bit his bottom lip. "Spineless freak, huh!" Beck kicked the television cabinet with great force and turned off the television. He went into the kitchen and snatched a chocolate milk carton out of the refrigerator and punctured the carton with his thumb, taking huge sips of the creamy beverage.

A weird feeling started to fill the air along with a strange smell. It seemed to be coming from one of the bedrooms. Beck staggered across the room over to his father's bedroom door, while throwing his backpack mindlessly to the side. It honestly didn't matter where it ended up considering the condition the house was in.

Once Beck opened the door the most gruesome sight he had ever witnessed was just before him. He dropped his milk carton to the floor and fell to his knees with a thump. His face turned pale and he felt sick to his stomach. His father was just six feet away from the door, blood outlining his entire body and his lifeless eyes staring straight up at the ceiling fan as it rotated endlessly.

"No…" was the only thing the nine year old boy managed to get out as he crawled a bit closer to his deceased parent. "Why would you… how could you…" He spotted the gun in his fathers hand and realized that it was a suicide.

Beck's mind began to take a toll as he stared at his father with agitation. He grabbed the gun and threw it across the room in anger. Blood painted the walls and dripped from the window curtains. He wondered if anybody could've heard the gunshots over all of the honking cars and construction coming from outside. They had to, it had to have been heard by the people in the next apartment over at least.

Beck sobbed into his father's blood soaked dress shirt uncontrollably. "Why! Why did you go off and do this daddy! Who's gonna take care off me now! Who's gonna be there for me now daddy? Who… who's gonna love me," Beck continued to cry hysterically until he spotted something on his father's bed. What is that? He wiped his teary eyes off with his sleeve and reached for the item.

It was a letter titled 'SORRY' in all capital letters.

Dear Beck,

I see that you've found me. I'm so sorry you had to come across me like this. I'm so sorry sport. I really want you to know that this all isn't because of, so if you thought that you'd better hurry up and put it out of your smart head alright! You're strong, you're brave young man Beck Oliver and you are always there for others. My last request to you little buddy, is that you pull through and realize that you have a bright future ahead of you. You can do it Beck… I know you can!

Love you lots and lots,

Daddy

Beck stared at the letter once more and began to sob again, clutching it close to his chest.

"I l-love y-y-you lots and lots too d-daddy," Beck choked as he stared straight up, hoping his father was in a much better place.

There you go, A look into the life of Beck Oliver. Intros to the other characters will be in the next chapter.

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