Chapter One
I COULD NOT BELIEVE THAT I WAS ACTUALLY DOING THIS. That I was actually going to West Virginia. That I was actually going to try and find him. Of course, it took longer than I anticipated, but I'm here now and that's all that matters. Though, he didn't know that I was coming. This was a really big surprise for both of us actually. I know you're probably getting antsy about who I'm talking about, so I'll just tell you.
(A bit of some back up history...)
HIS NAME WAS JOHN, but I personally call him Bobby. We met on FriendBook.com. It's been so long, I barely even remember the story. Well, I got on the site when I was 17 years old. I was still in high school. Actually, a senior. I had definitely been on chat sites before so I knew basically what to expect. Why would a 17 year old girl get on a chat site, you ask? Well, some girls would do it to find a boyfriend that nine times out of ten, was a creep. I, on the other hand, went on them because of pure boredom. See, I am the type of person that enjoys their own company. I don't need to go out and drink to have fun. A nice romance novel, and a comfy bed would do just nicely.
But back to my story. Sometimes, I like to mix up my persona to cure my boredom. That day in November, 2011 was when I'd met John. I'd posted a message on the chat room that I don't think I should say, but let's just say it had to deal with being a pro at a certain sexual... act. (Keep in mind, I have had NO sexual experience at all.)
Anyways. John had been interested at the time, and decided to message me. I was skeptical at first, but eventually got over it. At the time, he'd told me that his name was Robert. I forgot what I told him my name was. But he'd said that his name was Robert, so I called him Bobby for short. He didn't tell me until about a couple of months later that it was really John. (I still called him Bobby anyway.)
There was a lot of lying going on in the beginning. But it was fun as hell. I loved the beginning, when everything was great and dandy. Of course, it didn't stay that way. I believe when he started asking for pictures of my body was when it started going downhill. I'd always tell him no. It took him a whole year to even get a picture of my face.
I lied to him about my age. He lied to me about his also. He said that he was 38. I told him that I was 18. He kept lying to me about his age until I told him to be real with me. He gave me the year he was born, and I subtracted it from the year we were in, and it turned out that he was actually 51 years old. Not 38, not 45, but 51 years old. He was older than my dad, but I still decided to talk to him. I'd told him that I was really 17 numerous times, but he said that he didn't care, which was cool with me.
(I just want to apologize ahead of time... I know that it is a long story, but you'd have to know a bit of our past to understand our present.)
But back to the lying games... Even though he lied, I was in too deep to care. He'd sent me a picture of his self and I didn't think that he was bad looking. He actually looked as if he was in his thirties, but the next one he sent, it was a whole different story. He was not at all like I'd imagined. But they really aren't ever. I still messaged him. I didn't care for looks, but I did get angry every time he asked for a boobs pic. Which he did every time we messaged each other. Sometimes we'd even go three months without talking. I always messaged him back. He always pretended like he didn't know who it was. I'd say never mind, but he'd always find a way to get me back talking to him.
Bobby was a 51 year old construction person. I forgot what his job title was called, but I know that it had to deal with cement. He said that he'd been working less because of his age. Sometimes, he would even send me pictures of what he'd built from his job. I'd always got happy when he'd done that because it showed he was proud of what he did. Which didn't happen often. Although Robert was an older man, he lacked will and faith. He didn't believe anything. He didn't care of dying alone. It really broke my heart. Still does. He said it was after his divorce. His wife had taken everything from him. Everything. I always wished I was there to help him.
Just listen to me. Sounding like a young, stupid teenager. Well, that's exactly what I was, but I have an old soul. I always have. I grew up, very open-minded. So, his age and stance in life did not matter to me. It was just another experience that I could learn from.
It wasn't always nice and happy with Robert. We definitely did fight and argue all the time. But we always ended up back conversing. Once, he'd hurt me big time though. I'd asked him why he kept responding to my messages if he was so bored with me. He said that it was the "nice" thing to do, and he just wanted a picture of my body anyway... Yes. That had hurt my heart majorly.
Robert and I haven't talked in a long time, though. Well, it feels like a long time. The last time I'd messaged him was on October, 6, 2013. I had told him that I couldn't take his disgusting messaging anymore. Of course, he kept trying to change the subject and keep me talking. Something that used to work, but didn't anymore. I told him to have a good life. He replied by saying that I wouldn't know because we wouldn't be talking anymore. I told him that, that was the point, and he said bye... I didn't message anything else after that. That was it. That was the complete end of Bobby's and I's communication. I'd changed my phone number, and deleted every message out of my phone that I had with him. I deleted his picture (that I'd wished I had now). I still even remember his phone number.
But that's not needed right now because currently, I was on my way to West Virginia to see him. I just had no idea how I was going to find him, or what I was going to say exactly when I seen him. I did know which city he was currently residing, what his first and middle name was, and that he lived alone... Now I just needed to find him.
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