SECRETS

DING DONG DITCH

Beautiful, Absolutely Beautiful. The sound of the rain pattering against the glass windows was like soft, smooth jazz to my ears (which, might I add, desperately needed to escape this drag). It was like the type that had the ability to sooth your soul and take you on a blissful journey to places you could only dream about. Maybe even your own land of make believe if you were anything like me. Each patter, each splash, each drop serenaded me. It was addictive. "My own personal brand of heroine" to put it in the words of Edward Cullen.
     
   The only thing that seemed to stand between me and my fancy for the rain was this God Forsaken meeting that took baby steps, or rather, baby turtle steps to its adjournment. All I could hear were the husky voices of middle and old aged balled headed men yelling at each other while flipping through pages of the company's newest budget plan. But then again, there was the occasional silence that crept into the room as all these ancient men searched themselves for a new folly in the plan (as my patience wore thin of course). It was infuriating yet no one seemed to noticed the look of frustration that hung over my face. I mean, how much of this stuff did they think an eighteen year old could take?
   
  Glancing up at the clock I realized it would soon be time for this… this… whatever it was to end. I was finally going to get out of here and the thought of my freedom galloped in my mind like a happy Bambi prancing in the snow. Unnoticeably, my fingers began to tap the mahogany desk in front of me in the same rhythm as the ticking clock. I could feel eyes piercing through my skin especially his- my dad, Mr. CEO himself, but I didn’t really care. Well I mean, I did care. Really, I did but just not enough to show interest in what other people thought of me.

"Dong!" the sound of the ancient clock that hug gloomy on the wall consummated my bliss.

   I looked pleadingly at the silver haired man that had his gaze tattooed to my eyes as each of the men (his minions as I liked to call them) exited one after the other. He looked at me with stern eyes then nodded in approval realizing that there was no point in arguing with me as we always did when these things were done and he found my behavior "unacceptable".
I gave him a reassuring grin before practically springing up from the chair like a Kangaroo.

"Cal!", I heard him call my name just as I was about to step over the threshold of the room.
"Be home for dinner." His eyes didn't connect with mine. He said it so… nonchalantly.

Yeah Yeah, maybe I know what you are thinking. You probably thought that I was the irresponsible type that goes out and comes home at ungodly hours of the night drunk (possibly high) keeping my parents worried. Well, you're more wrong than right. I did go out and I did drink a little (depending on the occasion), but I never got high and the latest I would get home was at… well yea, I did get home at ungodly hours of the night but! I always informed my mom whenever I did because out of both of my parents mom was definitely the easier of the two to talk to. I was her baby. Her one and only baby.

"Sure dad". I replied shoving my hands in my pocket.

   I could legit hear the disappointment in his voice. He probably thought that his only son, his heir, was going to fail him and send the company plummeting down the whirlpool of bankruptcy. There wasn't much that I could say to defend myself from what he thought I was- an oncoming failure.

Oh well!

   I shot out of the place like my life depended on it fondling the keys of my Jag (my brand new Jag, my baby) in my pocket. I was bored, I am bored. I was just going through the motions. For my family mostly. Everyone expected "great" things from me, as did I of myself but I was missing something, something that would add that pop of color to my life.

    I ran my hand through my curly dark brown hair.

   I wanted something more. I was on my way to becoming the head of a company- IF my dad thought I was ready (which obviously he doesn't) but I just wasn't happy. I feel confined- burdened as if I was missing out on the simplicities of life that made the world of difference. Don't get me wrong, I party, I have my fair share of experiences with the opposite sex and I had the most amazing friends in the world if you asked me. So as I said, I don't know what's missing but I knew something was missing.