Forgive or forget? #Wattys2015

Prologue chapter one

As I walk out of her front door, I am immediately thinking of how great it was again. Stacey, I met her last summer in the Orizona Club just outside of London. She is 22 years old and has beautiful blond hair with perfect blue eyes. Over the year we met a couple of times. Seeing as we are both very young, I am 26, we were somehow falling in love with each other. 

It wasn't exactly love like you would think up of being in a relationship, but more loving each others body. We've had sex a couple of times and every time we've done it I can't stop thinking about her. 

As I pass the lamppost on the street on just a few inches next to me, I get somehow shocked up out  of my thoughts of her again. I continue to walk to my car to find  a fine pasted on the window. I forgot to pay for a parking ticket again. Well, that's gonna be an expensive day for me again, as I also had to get to the garage to have my car repaired. 

The backlights weren't working anymore so they had to be repaired, it would cost me around £350,-. While driving the car, I was thinking of Stacey again. Was it good that i was 'friends with benefits' with her? Wasn't I really feeling love for her, or was it just that I had to suppress my sexual frustration? I couldn't focus driving, but luckily my house was just a 20 minute drive from hers. When I came home, I immediately saw that something was wrong....

The neighbors never had any visits come over, but now there were 2 cars, I couldn't recognize, standing on their entranceway. One of the cars was a black Audi A3 including some thick 17" sport wheels. The other car was a white VW Transporter having a polish license plate. I knew something was extremely wrong overhere. 

I decided to walk to their back yard and try to look through their windows by standing on their backyard-veranda. As I did, the stairs were heavily creaking, which resulted in the neighbors coming out and looking very strange at me. 'Is everything alright with you, Travis?' asked the neighbor. 

'I thought... well...' I didn't really know what I had to say to all of this 'you never have any visits and now there were these  Audi and VW transporter on you entrance lane. So I thought, well... Maybe there would be burglars?'

'Don't worry, it is just the Polish family of my wife. She's having a Polish mother, so therefor there are these Polish cars overhere. And yes, normally we don't have that much visits, but everything is allright overhere Mr. Hammock' Peter Palesto, the neighbor, answered.

And with those words the conversation had ended. I knew Peter wasn't that much of a talker, in contradiction to his wife, who is always talking to everyone on the streets. 

I was standing in front of my house, as I grabbed in my pouch to get my keys...

But they weren't there. I took a look in the car should I accidentally have left them there. They weren't in the car as well. Where the hell are my keys? I started worrying because I always have them with me. I knew that Peter Palesto also had a key of our house, but I wasn't really feeling the need for going there again. So i was going to search my keys one more time. 

Maybe they had fallen on the ground of the car, and had rolled under the seat? I had looked through all of the goddamn car but couldn't find them. Then as I was thinking I knew one place they might be...