Premeditated Pseudonym

10|A Life We Forgot How To Live

It took approximately ten hours between offloading, bringing in and setting up all my stuff from the truck into the house, but we did it. Once my stuff was inside, I set up the place just how I wanted it. I was proud of myself. I began to feel a bit of hunger after all the hard work so I decided to pull up my restaurant app, in order to find the closest eating spot. Bocci Trattoria and pizzeria seemed like a nice place to eat.

I ordered an extra-large Chicago deep dish pizza and I waited ten minutes for it to be ready. I got back into my car and drove home to devour it like a carnivore on a fresh carcass. I was soon interrupted by a ring on the doorbell. As I opened the door, these two guys called my name.

"Dylan, wats up buddy?" The first one said. He held a bottle of Ciroc in his left hand waving it around like a firearm. The other found it suspicious that I didn't open the door, letting them in.

"Hey, what's the matter D? You don't recognize us? Ferg and Austin... Hello? We're your friends!"

"Oh, sorry guys. I hit my head really hard earlier today so I'm still a bit shaken up."

"Sorry to hear that, you okay?... Pussy!"

"Haha, very funny."

As they entered, they spotted the pizza on the table where I left it. Ferg reached for a slice before he offered Austin.

"This is our house warming gift, hope it's good enough," Ferg said as he handed me the Ciroc and proceeded to sit on the couch with a slice of my pizza.

"Yeah man, thanks," I said to him while hogging the rest of the pizza to myself.

Alex then reached for the remote, then changed the channel to a basketball game. Lakers were playing Golden state, which was a really tense game. Ferg and Alex were more into basketball, but I would rather watch soccer any day. Just give me food and a Manchester United match and I'm set.

The end of the last quarter left Alex and Ferg full of energy since their team won the match. It was getting really late and I had already started yawning so the guys said they'd be back tomorrow. They left in Ferg's silver Mazda 3 that was parked behind my Prius. I locked my door and proceeded to the bedroom, where I fell asleep shortly after.

* * *

"So this is what I get for giving him, tough love." I thought to myself as I looked around our empty apartment. Even the keys for his car was gone, so I was a pedestrian once more. Getting a taxi from here was close to impossible, so I had to ask my neighbor to carry me to the city.

Luckily I spoke to at least one of my neighbors, so there's that, but I still had to reside at my parents again. The hurt Taylor left me with, would not heal anytime soon and I knew he was somewhere out there. That's the part that hurts the most to me.

I lost everything but gained two friends, so it's not the worst thing that happened to me, but it's definitely devastating. It took two taxis to get to my parents, but I was finally here. When I told my dad what happened, he didn't believe me fully about the secret facility in the building, but he believed that Taylor left without a trace.

Daddy didn't like Taylor, but for making his daughter happy, he'd learn to tolerate him. He knew exactly how hurt I was and I know it hurt him too, but being a man, he would never show it. He just hugged me and rubbed my head, since he knew that always used to make me feel better when I was younger.

It didn't fully work at my age and because of the situation, but it was a very nice gesture on his part. As he released me, I went straight to my room and locked the door behind me. My kids were asleep, which I found strange for the time, but I guess they were tired. It made me feel better just being around them because I know that I have to be a strong role model for them.