The Chronicles of Two Broken Wings { Robert Downey Jr.} [First Book]

Chapter 1 I've seen your face a dozen times...

I've been on this road a dozen times. I remember the first time I set my foot on this dark alley. I've never wanted to be where I stand. I never wanted to read "In loving memory of a great husband and father".

This is how my story starts, or maybe, this how I want it to start. This is me. My name is Jo. I'm a 23 years old, young woman, who tries her best to not give up on life. I'm just another piece of this puzzle we love to call life. I'm the starring act in my own "movie",  a movie I'd like to call "The Chronicles of two broken wings".

I'm an only child. I was born in a normal family, and to be honest I wouldn't have it any other way. My dad was always away so I got stuck with my mom most of my childhood. No...my dad wasn't a rock star or a movie star. My dad was a navy commander. My mom, I guess, was the normal one of the family. She always had an office job and she always was the one doing the hard thinking around the house. Me and my dad, well, let's just say, that you could of easily fit us in another story. We were the dreamers. We were the ones that never took life seriously. Mom would always end up saying " Wake the f**k up you tards. Money will never fall out of the freaking sky!". I never believed her and to be honest I think that my dad shared my way of thinking.

Everything was perfect. From my point of view everything was fine, but, what did I really know back then?!? I was laughing and smiling all the time and it usually became contagious. I was always joking and having a good time, but now, here I am in front of a grave which has the word "father" engraved into it.

I take one more look at the head stone as I rise slowly from the ground. I take a few steps towards the exit, but as I'm moving I suddenly stop and look at it one more time. It's ripping my heart out but I've always tried to hide my emotions. I hold back the tears and bite my lower lip so hard that I start to feel it go numb. I start running not looking back. All these pictured start showing up in my head. Those pictures are the only ones keeping me sane and living. They are of me and my dad back when we were glued to the hip, way back when he was always there besides me even in those times I was screwing all up. Now I have no one to feel proud of what I have achieved over the years.

It's been 9 years but the pain feels the same as the day I found out that I lost him for good. I walk out of the grave yard and into the street. I plug my earphones in and press play. "White Balloons" from Sick Puppies starts playing and as I try to hold in the tears I find myself running towards the nearest park. I look up to the sky and think to myself " Dad I miss you. I'm sorry for everything.". I had to apologize to him because I haven't exactly behaved when it came to my mom. I was a hand full.

I run towards a bench and I sit down bringing my knees up, hugging them to my chest. I bury my head into them and, for the first time in so many years, I let myself go. I let the tears fall free down my face.

" Hey! Are you okay there?" , the man standing besides my bench asked.

But I was too busy trying to cope with the feelings buried deep inside for so long.
I suddenly feel a hand on my right shoulder, squeezing it lightly. As I feel that I look up. I try to wipe my tears away but before I could do that, the guy in front of me hands me a tissue.

" Thank you, but I'm okay really. I've seen better days, but I'm okay!", I nearly whisper.
The man heard my whisper and looked worried at me. He knew that something was bothering me and it was like he was looking right into my soul. 2 big brown eyes were looking deeply into my own and I felt like the whole world just vanished and it was just the 2 of us in the entire Universe. I never felt that way before, because, I guess, no guy seemed to care that much about me.

" I don't think that you're really okay. You are hugging your knees and crying your eyes out in a park. I'm Robert, by the way."
"I'm just fine. I'm Jo. Nice meeting you Robert"
As my eyes began to dry I had a better view of Robert. His voice seemed so familiar but I guess I didn't know from where I knew it so well. But now as my sight began to clear, I knew exactly who was standing in front of me. He was Robert Downey Jr. . He was the one and only Iron Man in flesh and bones.
I never liked fangirling. I find it kind of disturbing, and to be honest my mood didn't help that much either. He knew from the look on my face that I have figured him out but, he actually seemed relieved to see me not throwing a fit about who he is.