1989: a story of two misfit kids from mid-west america making it big in the big apple. and in the true sense of the american dream they find themselves in a life of sex, money, drugs, and a little rock n roll too.
warnings: adult content, mature rea...
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February 1993
He arrived in his lonely penthouse in New York City after a nonstop flight. He left Seattle near 11 a.m., but because of the three-hour time difference between there and New York, he didn't get home until almost eight p.m. in the evening. He had locked the door behind himself and stood there briefly. The place felt cold.
"Hello." He said this to no one as his voice echoed, and he just sighed to himself.
He took the back staircase, strolling down the long hall and peeping into the empty rooms on his way up to his bedroom. Walking the length of his bedroom, he dropped his duffle bag by the couch in the loft area and riffled through bills and junk mail he had grabbed from the residential postal room on the building's first floor. One piece of mail Alma had sent was large and thin. Something in it was being supported with a piece of cardboard to keep it from bending, but he was looking for the other piece of mail she had told him should be there. Once he had found it, he tossed them on top of his bed and went to the bathroom for a shower.
His travel went smoother than when he went to Seattle. The only hiccup he had run into happened in Alma's apartment. He had lost the keys to the rental. Alma was the last person with them until they both realized it was actually Echo who had them last, jingling them in her hand without a care. They looked under the couch cushions, and he even tilted the couch back to look for them. While they tried to look thoroughly, they were also somewhat slow about it, whether they knew it or not. It was as if neither of them wanted the visit to end. Alma was looking in the bedrooms while he took Echo's toys out of the small chest in the living area, but even after he cleared the whole thing, they still weren't found. As he put everything back, he jostled a shape-sorter toy of hers. Inside were block shapes, but he heard a jingle from inside and opened it, finally finding the keys. Echo was close by, playing with the toys he hadn't put back in the chest yet.
"Did you hide these?" He asked, turning to her and picking her up. It seemed like she also didn't want him to leave. "I got to go, honey," he said, hugging her after announcing to Alma that he had found the keys. "I would take you with me if I didn't know you'd miss your mommy so much." Alma stood there listening to him before he turned to her.
"Call me when you land." She asked, hugging him tightly.
While he held it together, it was hard when he saw that Alma wanted to cry. It didn't ever feel good to watch him leave. She had never liked it since the day he left Missouri. However, she also felt bad because she had done it to him so many more times now. She bit her quivering lip after he had kissed her deeply. He reassured her that he'd be back soon, and off he went, feeling empty again as soon as he left. He waited until he reached the stop sign at the end of the block and sank in his seat, harshly rubbing his eyes as tears stung them.
After his shower, he decided to call Bianca, and he looked at his clock. It was early in the evening, at least early for him.
"Surprised you didn't pack your whole family back," Bianca said to him over the phone.
