Only You

Present...

 

Born: 1977

Past: 1982- 1993 (age 5-16)

Current: 2007 (age 30)

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Then...

"I was goona talk to Nathaniel..."

I walked over to Nathaniel and patted his shoulder, "I didn't mean that there was a witch livin here, there ain't no witch... I was just jealous."

"Jealous of what?" a sniffling Nathaniel asked.

"Of your pretty house, I said with a sniffle of my own, I, Uhhh... well I wanted ta live in that house. But my momma and ma poppa already had this house so I used to go play in there."

"Ohh, Nathaniel nodded contemplating that information with a wise tilt of his head, "I guess its all right then." he said giving me the benefit of a doubt. I took a small hand and patted his back just like I'd seem ma momma do ta ma daddy.

"Y-y-you wanna be friends?" I asked softly feeling incredibly guilty for making him sad.

He gave me what I later called his puppy dog face. He scrunched up his features and stuck out his bottom lip; locking my gaze with those big brown eyes. "Yep." he said

"But don't ever do that again. He looked my way as I stood awkwardly to the side," Well, come on!"

I followed, to be introduced to his tree-house in the backyard his dad had just built. "This will be our spot, okay? He looked at me questioningly

"Alright, I promised, nobody else... just Nathaniel and Bliss."

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Now...

Beep! Beep! Be-e-e-p! My alarm clock rang out on this Monday morning and as always I rolled out of bed, took off my robe, jumped in the shower, brushed my teeth, blow-dried my hair, put on my grey/black/navy suit, then headed out the door. I walked down to the car-park where I kept my car at under my apartment building.

A black Mercedes Benz '05 and with only 1000 miles on it was my choice car. I sank into the leather seats and shifted into gear; I drove out and headed on my way. Today was another day as a corporate worker.

I owned a company, Goodlett Law, we specialised in civil law; myself especially divorces. I really couldn't care less if I was helping pull some poor couple apart--After a certain incident in my teen years.

Passing through security I checked with my secretary to see if I'd had any messages from the other departments of my law branch in the past several days. I'd lived and worked in New York for the past decade or so... Right after I'd achieved my law degree I'd got on with Bensen and Blake co-operatives; there I had gained infallible experience. Now I was one of the most sought after lawyers in the business, my branch--Goodlett Law was created as an affiliation of the large company; I'd finally made my parents proud.

Glancing at the files on my desk I groaned, not the Porter's, not today when I had a migraine and a dire need to just go home and relax.

As I went through my daily papers time passed until my original work start time of 8:00AM changed to 11:30AM. Suddenly my secretary, Nicole Upton buzzed my intercom. "The Porters are here to see you Ma'am, she politely toned, shall I send them in?"

"Yes, fine, whatever..." I growled back, now don't get me wrong--I do appreciate my secretary, in fact I know I couldn't live without Nicole; but I was not feeling very happy about this morning visit.

An older couple opened the door to my room just as I said that, both immaculately dressed and made-up. The man had salt-and-pepper hair with a crisp navy business suit and a physique that was still attractive on a man his age. His age probably being around 50 or 60 years old.

The woman had artificially blonde hair, and a gracefully lined face, she was a fine boned person and by judging from her fingernails an ascetic person as well. Her fingernails were fire-engine red.

"How may I help you?" I asked

"Ummm... well we're the Porter's if you don't remember." I signed.

"Yes, yes I know. So? A divorce? Separation? I can have the papers drawn up right now."

They looked at each other uncomfortably, "Well, we, Uhhh, were looking for... if you could..."

"What is it? I asked angrily, "I'm busy, I have 4 more clients this morning."

"We are... I don't know what to call us, the woman looked at her husband, More... then anything... he looked at me, we specialise in finding long lost relatives included in people's will's."

Looking blankly at them I tilted my head to the side, "What do you mean by that?"

"Do you remember the Morrison's?" they both asked me. I nodded and moved my hand in a keep going gesture.

"So."

"They passed away in a car accident several weeks ago, the man said calmly; they've left you the beach house and 10,000 dollars. If anything, it should help you financially."

I sat there at my desk numbly as they got up out of my leather chairs and walked to the door, but first leaving their business cards on the table. I had beach house! It seemed impossible, how could it have happened?

Then I made a decision that I was hoping I wouldn't regret, I left a message at my office I was taking a three-week sabbatical, then hoped in my car and left.

I was head'n back to Sweet Carolina, and even on the interstate it was feel'n as though every second I was gett'n one step closer to home...

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