The Unforgivable

Childhood Memories

I wake up to the loud banging on my bedroom door.

"Benjamin Marion, someone is at the door asking for you. Now get up!" My mother screams through the door.

I throw myself up and out of bed because my arms ache continuously. I hobble my way downstairs and to the front door.

"Hey, I brought games and snacks like I said!" Millie exclaimed.

I totally forgot that Millie was coming over.

"Uh hi, come in" I say widening the door enough for her to get past.

She takes a couple steps into the house when she stops dead in her tracks. Her mouth agape as she takes in her surroundings.

"You live here? I love it. It's so pristine and perfect. How rich are you?" Millie mumbles.

"My parents are the owners of the sports car dealership. They get a fuck ton of money every year. Usually about 178,000 a year."

"Holy shit. That's nearly 4 times as much as most people make! My parents are rich but not this rich. This is like a dream. A- a fairytale as you could call it"

"Thanks, my parents don't pay much attention to me though. They're too busy working to spend time with their son. Yay" I roll my eyes.

"I'm sorry" she whispers.

"It's ok, I try everything to make them notice me but it never works. Anyway, let's go to my room"

She follows me to my bedroom which I quickly have to clean up the dirty laundry. She places her canvas bag gently onto my bed and unpacks it. She lay a deck of cards, Snakes and Ladders, Monopoly, Chess, Cluedo and Operation. As well as some chocolate biscuits and bags of crisps.

"Wow, that's a lot of things that I've never seen" I mutter.

"Sorry, is it too much?" Millie asks

"No it's ok. It's just my parents never really let me have fun as a kid"

"WHAT? So you've like never had a child hood?"

"I guess not"

"That's it. I'm making you play these games!"

"Alright. Your choice"

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After multiple hours of hard work, sweat and tears (yes, tears), we sit on the floor with a banquet of Chinese, Indian, Greek and Thai food. I never got food like this as a kid so Millie made me try all of them to see which one I prefer.
By the end, I felt stuffed so we went to lie on my bed and watch TV. Millie's chosen to watch the Conjuring.
I hate horror movies by the way. But I didn't change it.
Near the end, the jump scares get even worse. My arse literally leaves the bed when I jump. My soul leaves my body. Yet I didn't feel a jump next to me. I turn my head to where Millie was but she is fast asleep. Her hair partially covers her face and her lips slightly parted.
I have no clue how she can sleep through a horror movie like the Conjuring. Especially when I keep jumping about. I leave her to sleep while I turn off the movie. I go onto my phone and message Radio Shack's Boss, Elijah, to tell him that I won't be into work for the next couple days until my bruising has gone down and my concussion has gone.
I throw my phone onto the pillow and then close my eyes.
Best day ever!
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Made by Soloxlolo
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