The Anonymous

Chapter 8: Jérôme's Story

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-----Four years ago

The dark clouds hovered over the Pilmsy Cemetary. The smell of rain and dirt laced the air, as everyone draws their black umbrella in unisons. I lite the cigar and exhaling a few times before casting it down into the hole. As the dirt fell on the black and gold casket. I thought of memories never held, memories never experience with him. I think I have this one memory of him. It's a little fusty, as I was extremely young. I remember running into his study and holding up a blue ball, signaling that I wanted to play. I looked up as his similar blue eyes stared down at me. His blonde hair a mix of grey was slicked back neatly on his head. He rubbed my head and smiled gently at me. " I can't right now"

He guided me towards my grandmother, who looked up at him worried. She smiled at me and asked, "you want to play catch." I nod my head smiling with saddest in my eyes, as I looked back at my grandfather disappearing back into his study."

Let's go Jérôme. Mother said breaking my gaze at the now, a newly filled grave.

We droved up to the old brick mansion in Greenwich. The memories of many summers passed by at this old mansion with Jessica and a few of my other cousins playing in the garden, swimming in the lake, and play high-and-seek the big old mansion trying are best to get lost. A placed that once filled me with so many happy memories, finally enrolled a sad one in my mind. I stood on the balcony looking down at all the car filling up the driveway must have been about 20. The rain had finally stopped creating a sunny yet cloudy sky. I've never seen so many people at this mansion before. It's funny how people only come to visit you when you're dead. This place hasn't been this alive in years. Lighting a cigar. "I never knew him." "He never wanted to know me."

A hand touched my back causing me to turn around. "How are you holding up," she asked

"I'm fine," I replied looking down at her. Jessica Ford was my cousin on my father's side of the family (his sister's daughter). I had a lot of cousins on that side. Jess and I were always close since childhood. I told myself I would always protect her. She looked like a Ford; light brown skin almost like a permanent tan with very curly long dark hair. Sometimes it looked fizzy but I thought it was cute. She had big dark eyes that seem to match with her hair, just like my father. Jessica's nose pointed out straight. With a slender built but also shapely. In the summer times in the Hamptons, all my friends would gawk over her. I punched a lot of people in the face for her. Jessica is about four years younger than I so obviously, I did not want my snobby friends messing with her.

Are you sure, drinking a lot there," she giggled breaking through my concentration? I almost forgot about the glass of scotch in my hands.

"It fits for the occasion," I said raising the glass to my head. "How's high school?" I asked turning around facing the opposite direction.

"It's annoying, I just want it to be senior already so I can graduate."

I remember that feeling. I countered smiling.

"How is college?"

"It's alright," "I'm almost done." shrugging my shoulders.

"You're just chill about everything huh?" She said not facing me, looking down the balcony.

"You have to be, life is too serious," I smirked at her. Jessica stared shifted downward onto my glass she picked it up and drank it.

I stared at her for a moment not knowing what to say, until I notice blond hair invaded my peripheral vision. I shift my head to see a heated Kendal.