The Forbidden Children

1: No More Barriers

November 6th, 8018

RALPH POV

It was Monday morning when I sent the message that held a spontaneous, so called stupid Idea. I don't even know why I had the strongest urge to contact everybody In person out of the blue. Maybe it was the seclusion getting to me or the lack of epinephrine, but I held no regrets for the action that could change our lives for better or for worse.

It was Thursday night when I snuck out of the house at 7pm, well more like walked out, both of my parents weren't home. My mom was out grocery shopping while my dad was at work...just the usual. Anyways I made It to my grandpas house around 9pm since Benson Utah is an hour and forty one minutes walking distance from Logan Utah. 

It was a simple, relaxing, and quiet trip since both cities mainly consist of trees. My grandpa, Harold Miller, is also one cool dude. He's crazy, but the good kind of crazy. For instance, me knocking on the door led to him to opening it with a shotgun while wearing boxers, an old tank top, and blue monkey slippers. 

"What kind of fuckery is this!?" He shouted.

"Gramps it's me, Ralph?!" I tried to explain hoping he'll remember me while instinctively raising my hands in defense. 

"Ah Ralph!!! My boy, come in come in." He exclaimed while practically dragging me inside.

Thank God he knew about my existence, because I'm definitely positive he's not scared to use that thing.

"I like what you've done to the place..." I stated while he sat down on his recliner. 

"Please boy, I may be old, but I know you've never seen my cabin before." He sighed while taking a sip of his Jack Daniels. 

"I mean, I've seen pictures." I turned to face him while shrugging my shoulders.

I can obviously tell it has changed a lot. The wooden beams are freshly coated while the kitchen is a complete mess. There's a nasty smell throughout the place and the living room literally looks like his bedroom. 

"Damn Ralph, the only time I ever saw you, you were this little." He gazed at me while squeezing his fingers together.

"So I have met you..." I spoke while looking at pictures of him and grandma. 

"Yes, glad you matured into a man, you were one hell of a monster when you were young." He chuckled while chugging another shot.

"Who says I'm not now?" I looked at him while smirking.

"What brings you here anyway? I know your mom and dad would never approve of this, Aren't you...what's the word?" He asked getting lost.

"Forbidden Grandpa, don't you listen to any broadcasts, or watch TV?" I asked while sitting on the blue sofa that matched his recliner.

"News rhymes with schmooze for a reason." He stated bluntly.

"Mom did say you were old fashioned." I remarked without correcting his "rhyming" words.

"Im surprised your mom even talks about me. She was a huge fan of my son but not the person who created him." He continued while taking a pipe out of his pocket to smoke. 

"Why?" I asked officially now intrigued.

"Who cares? She said I have no respect for current laws. Which is absolutely true, who kills children because they exceed a limit people just like us created." He tried to explain while going into a coughing fit.

This man already became my favorite relative. 

"I completely agree. Mom's just in a frenzy all the time because of the result of their rule-breaking." I concluded while closing my eyes.