The Summer of '08

"A Past Memory" ch.1

I couldn't sleep.No matter how hard I tried,my body wouldn't come to the realization that it was 2:00 in the morning.

The little girl I was, got out of bed and ventured downstairs to the kitchen.The light was on.

"Mommy,what are you doing up?"

"I could ask you the same thing ,sweetheart."

Okay, I guess my mom wasn't going to answer my question.

She was acting different.Like she was hiding something.

A tear slid down the face of my sad mother.

"Mommy,mommy,What's wrong?you never cry!"

My dad was always going on business trips.That's what his job called him to do.Every month my dad would have to travel at least 7 times.

He owns 7 banks around the U.S. , so he has to travel to all of them to make sure everything is working properly.

My mom was always sad when my dad had to leave.He was always back within 3 days.

Another tear fell from my moms face.

"I don't know how to tell you.

"Tell me what...what is it?" I kept trying to get it out of her.

"It's your father..........there's been an accident."

-6 years later...-

"Noooooooooo!! .. No, no...no!"

I screamed as I gasped for air.I awoke from the dream.It all seemed so real.And that's because it was real.It did happen.

6 years ago my dad was murdered in cold blood.

That was the day when rain started streaming down our faces.

That was the day,when everything changed.

September 24,2008.

I was 10 years old at the time.My brother doesn't remember much,but I do.

My brother is named "Remy Taylor," he was 5 years old at the time of the occurrence.

My name is "Genesis Taylor," and I remember everything like it was just yesterday.

"Gen,it's just a dream,it's okay,everything will be okay!" My mother reassured me.

She doesn't seem surprised,does she?

No,that's because I have had the same dream every night since I was ten years old.

Sometimes I will dream the same scenario , but I change it where my dad had never left to go to his bank in New York.

It was called "6th Taylor Bank of York."

I loved that bank! my dad let me pick out the name when I was 8 years old.But now,I will forever hate that bank.

Since my mom couldn't take over the 7 banks,she sold them.We had to tell sell cheap because no one was buying.The banker who bought it was "Vincent Bank."

So it is now renamed "New York Bank of Bank's"

Clever,huh? Yeah, I threw up in my mouth a little when I first heard that one.

"Honey,I hope I'm making the right decision here.When we leave,we won't be back."

"But mom!you said that we would always keep this house.Dad loved this house." I sat up in my bed.

"I don't want to have to deal with it when we leave.I want to be free of it.No worries."

"I can't do this right now.I need to be alone." I said getting up and pushing my mom out of my room.

I turned around and rested on the back of my shut-locked door.

I took in my surroundings,remembering what my room used to look like not packed up in big brown boxes.

I thought I would be fine.But I was wrong.Sometimes,things don't seep in until they start happening and things get serious.

Like when I was 10,I didn't believe my dad was dead. I couldn't believe it.For the longest time I felt as if he would walk through the front door and I would run up and scream "daddy!" And he would wrap me up in his arms and everything would be okay again.

But that never happened.