The Golden Boy (COMPLETED)

Chapter 16

I sit there, letting myself deteriorate, letting all remains of the old Hudson Burke break away and fall into oblivion.  I am barely aware of my surroundings; the nice leather seats of the limo, the corn fields and small, weather beaten farm houses flying by.  I sit there, a statue; not moving, not thinking, not being.

After long hours of driving, a little over a whole day, I subconsciously climb out of the limo.  The old Hudson would've been thrilled with the limo.  But no.  That guy is gone.  

I shield my eyes from the rain and stare at my new home.  My expectations fall even lower.  The house is on a corner, and the outside of the building sure isn't promising.  The paint is peeling and some of the wood looks close to rotting.  The whole thing is painted tumbleweed brown.  

My mother tries to sound cheery.  "Well, this is our new home!  Isn't it great Hudson?"

I just stare at her, not uttering a sound.

"Look Hudson, I know it'll take some getting used to, but can you please just give it a try?" She begs.

I heave a sigh and grab the handles of my bag and trudge to the door, my parents behind me.  The car starts to roll away.

"Wait!?" I say the first words I've said for almost a day. "Where's the driver going with our car?"

"Hudson, that's not our car anymore.  We'll have to use a rental until we can buy a new one." My father explains as I forlornly gaze at our tiny driveway.  My parents unlock the door and I take a step inside.  Whoa.

There is a super tiny kitchen and pantry, next to a small counter.  To the right, there is a closet and a hallway, followed by a couch and dining table.  The sofa has some scuff marks and smells... interesting.  

There is a tiny TV with rabbit ear anttenae.  There is a chair that is in a worse state than the couch, and a lamp with the UGLIEST lampshade known to man.  The whole house smells like dust.  

I trot over to the closet and attempt to open the door.  The doorknob comes right off.  

I trudge down the hallway, which has three rooms, along side another hall closet.  There is a bathroom doesn't look too sanitary.  There is a master bedroom and another bedroom.  I go into the single bedroom (obviously mine) and dump my belongings on the floor.  

I yank open the door that leads to a very small and dusty closet.  I cough and wave my hand around before opening the curtains, pink may I add, and looking out the window.  Wall.  Brick wall.  I go to the other window and open it.  Luckily, it has a view of the street.  But the glass is so old that there is dust INSIDE the pane.  It gives the window a foggy look.  

I climb into bed and pull the sheets with flowers on them over my head.  Oh my God, this house makes me cry.  There are cracks in the walls and the ceilings.  All heck has broken loose.  I'm done.  Maybe this is a dream.  Here, I'll go to sleep and see if it was a dream.  I sift around in the bed and whimper myself to sleep.