1.3 Who is The Father?

Author’s Note Just to let you guys know, so that there is no confusion, I think that sometimes in first person legacies, there are somethings that need to be said, but its not from the heirs perspective. So, like I did in the prologue, whenever I need to say something in someone else’s perspective, I will do it in third person, and usually it will be in the perspective of the first person’s name that I mention in the little smidgen of the chapter. This chapter is longer than my other ones. Close to 2000 words. Also, I want to get as close to real life as possible, and life isn’t always sunshine and roses, so it is a litttle disturbing(ish) near the end. I’m not sure if I went to far. If you have not been scared off yet, Enjoy!!!

 “Hey little Buddy!” I said to the little baby boy I was holding in my arms. “Your birth may not been in the best of circumstances, but I promise, no matter what happens, your mother will love you, and I will love you, forever.” The baby looked at my face, and cooed, making me smile.

Your probably wondering a couple of things, like who this baby belongs to? Or where did I get him? Well if you want to hear from the beginning, I guess it started a short while after the whole art gallery fiasco. I had discretely searched through the information that the salon had on Odine, don’t judge me, and miraculously found her phone number. I figured that if she is not interested, I’d get a good friend out of it.

“Hey Odine, its Conrad… How did I get your number? Uh… I’d tell you, but I’d have to kill you… So I was wondering if you would like to hang out someti… the Kiddie Park? Really?… Uh, o-okay. What time do you want to meet up? 3 o’clock? Al-alright, I will see you then. Alright, Bye!” And from then on, you could say we were inseparable. Like Siamese twins, except we don’t have to share our organs.

We went everywhere together, the park, the mall, the art gallery, and I can gladly say that I had a feeling that I hadn’t had in a while.

Happiness.

Then came the day that would change my life. It started just like every other day.

Wake up, work with clients, Eat plastic wannabe food for dinner, hey beggars can’t be choosers, and then paint until bed time. I was putting my paints away, when I heard frantic knocking at my door, when I answered it, it was Odine, and I could tell that she had been crying.

 “Odine? What’s up? Is everything okay?”

“Conrad? Do you think I could stay with you for a while? Please?” She asked, while wiping her eyes.

“What? But what about the Littler’s, don’t you live with them?”

“Please, you’re my best friend, and the only one I can trust now.”

What was I going to say, No? I said yes, and lead her to my couch asking her if she can tell me what happened. Taking a few deep breaths she responded “I… I think I’m pregnant.” Then she burst into tears.

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Odine crouched over the chair at Conrad’s sketching table as he lay sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag. He had told her that art can be very soothing, so she tried her hand at it. But she was no artist, so in frustration threw down the brush. Cooking is more her forte.

Conrad, he was a true friend, who accepted her in her time of need, no questions asked. All of her other friends had quickly abandoned her once they found out, but he had welcomed her with open arms, not caring that she had nothing to bring to him.

He even gave her his bed, stating that a sleeping bag is no place for a pregnant woman to sleep. Oh my God, I’m pregnant. She thought every time she woke up in the mornings. This was not the way she wanted her life to be. Unmarried, yet pregnant at 18, and no way to provide for the growing baby in her womb. She did not despise the child, it was not its fault, but the pain in her back, and the nausea that she felt constantly was not making her love it, nor the father, any more. The father, he had no idea that she was pregnant with his child. He wouldn’t care.

He’d probably toss me out on the streets, saying that I seduced him. She figured, as a wave of nausea hit her. Running outside, she emptied her stomach, then proceeded to rub her stomach as she said “I don’t care about your father. You are and always will be, my baby.”

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Since Odine moved in, pretty much everything has doubled from what it normally was. Double the mess, double the need for food, double the people. I mean, both of us are relatively organized, but with all of the messed up appliances, and since I flat out refused to let Odine fix anything for worry that she would hurt herself, life can be pretty stressful.

Odine, however, has decided that I am never allowed to touch the stove ever again, claiming that my food tastes like chalk, so she has taken up the role of house chef. I’m not complaining though. Its her fingers, they make everything taste better.

My career hasn’t necessarily skyrocketed, most people want the more well known, more expensive, stylists to fix ’em up, so we have been living from paycheck to paycheck. Also, both Stella and Sugar had recently quit, and I have a new boss, named Marcel, who I still need to get used to.

We also were able to adopt a puppy.

Odine had been telling me that when I would leave for work, she would get lonely, so one day I surprised her with a pup that we named Mickey.

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The day that Odine gave birth was a shock to us both, I had just come back from my work day to see Odine at the stove cooking some pancakes.

“Oh wow, for me?” I asked

“Haha! No.” She responded, flipping the pancake, then turned to face me. “The diner across town asked if I could make some food for a competition, and I could win us some money. So I decided to make some of my world famous pancakes. Now stop distracting me.”

She turned back to the stove and realized that they had burned. Scrapping them, She made grilled cheese instead and, with a hug, headed out the door.

After eating dinner, which greatly lacked Odine’s touch, I had decided to go to sleep earlier than usual, when I got a call on my phone.

“Hello? Odine? Its coming now? Alright, can you get to the hospital? You can? Okay, I will meet you there!” Hanging up the phone, I threw on the first pair of clothes that I saw, and ran outside screaming “TAXI!!!”

Lance Perry was born a very healthy baby, at 7 pounds, 5 ounces, 20 inches. When we were trying to go home, the nurses kept stopping us just to coo at the newborn. Shooing them all, I lead Odine to the taxi that was going to take us home.

When we got there, Odine gently placed Lance in his crib, and wiped a tear from her eyes.

“He’s so beautiful Odine. You did good.” I told her, leading her to the couch. I couldn’t hold it any longer, There was a question that had been nagging at me since she first told me she was pregnant. “Odine, who is Lance’s father?” She looked at the floor, and her shoulders drooped. Shakily, she told me. “Lance’s father…

“is Reuben Littler…” She put her head in her hands as a lump rose in my throat So the rumors are true? I wondered, until Odine interrupted my thoughts. “But its not what you think. I am not having an affair with him. The reason I was pregnant with his baby is because… because he… r-r-raped me.” she said shakily. “It all started two years ago, when I was 16. I had just started working for the Littler’s, and was loving it. Until one day, I had been reading to Deidre when Reuben called me to his bedroom. I was a little suspicious, since he had never really spoken to me before. When I went in, he closed the door behind me and asked me what I thought of the job, and his kids. I told him that I loved the job, and that his kids were little angels, then turned around to continue taking care of the kids. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward him. He caressed my cheek, and told me that he thought I was beautiful. I tried to move away, but the more I squirmed, the tighter his grip got. He started to pull at my skirt, so I slapped him. That’s when his look changed, from lust to hatred. He picked me up, threw me on his bed, and… and… I can’t talk about it.” She said, hugging her knees. “But after he was done. He told me that if anyone found out, or if I quit. That he would ruin my life. It wasn’t the last time he did it. When the paparazzi found out, he paid them off to keep quite, instead spreading the rumors that I was his mistress.”

I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. I mean, what do you say in a situation like this? I had no idea of all the things that Odine had gone through. But even with all the hardships that she has gone through, she still kept her bubbly personality. That’s what I love about her, and that’s when it hit me, I love Odine! I want to be with her forever, to protect her, and show her that she really matters. And once I realized it, I wanted to scream it out to the world.

Chill out Conrad, Rome wasn’t built in a day. I told myself. Just take it slow, figure everything out first.

“Conrad?” Odine’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “I-if you want me to leave and never want to be seen with me again, I understand.” I stared at her, thinking of how beautiful she was. How scared and vulnerable she must be. I just wanted to kiss her.

So I did. And everything seemed right, for about five seconds, which was when she pulled away. Before she could say anything. I shot out everything that I was thinking.

“Odine, I would never ask you to leave, I want everyone to see me with you, I want to wake up in the morning with you beside me, I want Lance to be my son, and I want us to be a family. Because I love you Odine.” So much for taking it slow.

“Conrad, don’t make this harder than it already is,” She responded, “You are a great guy, and I’m thankful for everything you’ve done for me, even being willing to risk being seen with me. But you deserve someone better than me. You deserve someone who is pure, I’m already damaged goods. I’m sorry.” And she ran out.

I just sat there for a while, with my mouth hanging open. I was totally unprepared for rejection. I clenched my fist as a deeply buried feeling rose in the pit of my chest. A deep and murderous hatred for one person, and one person only.

Reuben.

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Author’s Endnote: (panting heavily) I… finally… gasp*… FINISHED!!! Sorry it took so long, I just had no time really to play, even though I had finished writing it last week, and sorry for the fact that Odine was wearing different clothes from when she was putting Lance in the crib, to when she was sitting with Conrad on the couch. My next post is going to be something surprisingly different (I think). As usual, comments, encouragement, and constructed criticism are always welcome. God Bless!!!

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1.2 Me And My Big Mouth

I felt as if I was floating, over a town that I did not recognize at first, due to disorientation. Only when I started to rapidly descend did I recognize Sunset Valley. Bracing myself for the long-awaited impact of smacking my falling body against asphalt, I closed my eyes, until I stopped abruptly.

When I opened them, the scene had changed, and I was standing in a living room, staring at a couple, lying on the floor. Motionless, while blood flowed from underneath their bodies.

I desperately wanted to run, but my body was not corresponding with my brain, and I took a step closer. When suddenly, the man’s eyes opened, and it seemed as if everything around us disappeared from my line of vision, and all I could see were his evil, obsidian eyes, and his sadistic smirk.

This is all your fault! Was the thought that kept coming into my mind, louder and louder, as the man began to cackle maniacally until my head felt like it was going to explode. Falling to the floor, I clutched my head and cried out.

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“Noo!!!” I yelled, as I shot up.

It was only a dream. I thought. A dream that I had been having for a long time. I stretched, and rubbed my eyes to wake myself up fully, when a girl came out of the bathroom.

She screamed, and before I could do anything, she ran to the alarm, and pulled the lever. In a state of panic I scooped my clothes off of the floor, slid down the pole, and ran out of the fire station only in my underpants.

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Two weeks later:

 I had the dream again last night, and I woke up screaming and sweating profusely. I’ve got to shake this off. I thought as I got ready for my last day of being watched, if I pass today with flying colors, then I’m home free! So far Stella Striker, my other boss, said that I had been doing a satisfactory enough job. But I still remember what Sugar had said about being fired if I made any mistakes, so I need to give my all today.

“Alright Stella, who do you have set up for me today?” I asked her after signing in. Stella is an awesome boss, and she lives near me with her husband, the famous soccer star Richie Striker, and her 1 year-old son Sebastian. Rumor has it that she only married her husband for his money, and his celebrity status, but Stella has never been one to listen to rumors, and she tells me that it makes life more exciting proving the paparazzi wrong.

“Your first client for today is Odine Perry, age 18.” She replied, pointing to a young lady standing in the corner of the salon , looking thoroughly uncomfortable. “She is the live-in nanny for Reuben and Renee Littler. She wants a full make-over. Hair, wardrobe, the works. Don’t let me down!” She then turned to speak to the client that she had been taking care of.

I pranced over to Odine, and introduced myself, telling her basically what I planned on doing. She seemed overly nervous telling me that this had not been her idea, and that her boss, Renee Littler, decided to do this for Odine’s birthday. I reassured her that it was alright to be nervous, and that I had done this plenty of times as I led her to the mirrors.

“Alright now, spin around slowly and let me get a good look at you.” I told her. “Oh this is gonna be fun! Lala!” I called my assistant, telling her what clothes to get me, while I took Odine to a chair to cut her hair.

 When I was done with her make over, I led her back to the mirror and removed my hands from in front of her eyes, only to quickly cover my ears from her exceptionally high-pitched shriek.

“OH MY GOD! Is that really me?” she asked.

 “Nope, its our trick mirrors, designed to over exaggerate the beauty of our clients.” She gave me a look, which caused me to laugh.

 “I look amazing! Thank you so much!” she repeated over and over. I told her it was my pleasure, and felt like I was on top of the world, until Sugar walked by, muttering something about incompetent schmoozers. I frowned, knowing that its better to ignore whatever Sugar says. When I turned back to Odine, she was holding a wad of cash, gesturing that I take it. She had given me $100 more than what was required. Before I could object, saying that I couldn’t take all of the cash, she hugged me, thanking me again, and rushed out the door.

I took care of more clients, and though their pleased faces made me smile, I couldn’t get Odine out of my head.

When I finished work, I timidly approached Stella, asking if I had a permanent job. She looked at me quizzically and stated “Yeah, you had a permanent job here from the start, not to mention that you are one of the best stylists we have ever had, save for Sugar and I.”

“But Sugar said…” I stopped talking when she started laughing. “Oh Conrad, don’t worry about her, she wasn’t serious, she just doesn’t like you.” Well that’s comforting I thought. Shrugging my shoulders, I said goodbye to Stella, and ran outside to catch a taxicab to the True Modern Art Gallery. It’s strange how out of everywhere I could be in Bridgeport, the art gallery is where I feel the most comfortable. Once I walk into there, everything seems to make sense.

“Ms. Perry!” I called when I noticed Odine leaning forward and squinting at one of the paintings. She turned, and when she recognized me, a smile spread across her face. I walked up to stand beside her, and asked “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Sure” She replied, “I don’t quite get it though.”

“Its pretty obvious,” I stated, “you can really see the emotional torment that the artist was going through, I think he killed himself shortly after.”

“Really?” She asked her eyes getting big.

“Nope, I don’t even know who this guy is. OW!” I yelped when she punched my arm.

Our small talk continued like this for a while, until I had her clutching her stomach from laughing. When she was able to breathe again, she sighed and changed the subject, stating “Well, all the art in here is beautiful.”

“True, but not as beautiful as you.” Whoa, where did that come from? Sure I had been thinking it, but I hadn’t planned on saying it. I panicked when I saw the smile drop from Odine’s face, and a tear fall from one of her eyes. Clearing my throat, I stammered “Odine, I-I’m so sorry, I…”

“Its okay.” She said, trying to regain her composure. “Look, I think I’m going to go home, if that’s okay with you.” Before I could respond, she hightailed it out of the gallery. Way to go Lee I berated myself.

Ring ring* “Hello?” It was Stella, letting me know who she had set me up with tomorrow, and to remind me that after tomorrow, I would have to get my own clients. When she asked what I was doing, I told her about what happened at the gallery with Odine.

“Umm, Conrad? I hate to tell you this, and I don’t usually listen to rumors, but I’m saying this to warn you. Word around town is that she is having an affair with her boss Reuben, and uhh… she’s the town floozy.”

“What?”

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Author’s Note

I’m back!!! MWAHAHA!!! Sorry if this chapter seems rushed near the end, or if it was cut off or something. I had been in a hurry considering that it was passed 11, and I had to get up at 6 for the 1/2 hour drive to school. But I really wanted to post, and I figured this chapter should have come out a while ago. It may take a while for another post since I’m not to far ahead after this chapter in my game playing (if that made sense).

1.1 A Stylist Comes To Bridgeport

   As the taxi cab drove across the hills of the suburban side of Bridgeport, I could not help but gawk at the beauty of the city. Most people may see cities as places filled with factories and smoke, but not me. My aunt Constance always said that I had an eye for beauty, but I digress.

  When I arrived at my lot, I stepped out of the cab, and, after asking the driver to wait for me, walked around, just to get a feel for the land, so to speak, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Conrad Alabaster Lee,” I told myself, “This is it, you can do this. Prove ‘im wrong.”

Readjusting my glasses, I climbed back into the cab and apologized to the impatient looking driver, asking if they can take me to the salon where I was due for an interview in half an hour.When we finally stopped at the salon, I stepped onto the sidewalk and took a few deep breaths before I marched into Barney’s Salon and Tattoo, and up to the stylist who was working.“Hello, I’m Conrad Lee, I had spoken to a Mrs. Striker over the phone about a month ago, and I have an interview with a Miss Bijou for the stylist position that opened up.” I said while I extended my hand for her to shake. She stared at it until I reluctantly dropped it.

“Let me see your credentials” she said with a sigh. Handing her the paper with a copy of my styling degree, and a letter of recommendation from my old boss, I stuck my hand in my pockets and waited, when I noticed a teenager standing over in the corner staring at me with a scowl on his face. The reception that I was receiving really pissed me off, and I had half a mind to walk out of their and get another job. But I was able to calm myself down until finally Miss Bijou looked up at me and said, “You can begin work here tomorrow, but we will be watching you. Any mistakes, and you are out. We don’t have time for nincompoops.” I nodded my head, but wondered if the job was worth the harassment. Miss Bijou, whose first name turned out to be Sugar, then turned on her heels and marched away with a huff. “Nice talking to you too!” I yelled before I walked up to the tattoo artist for directions to the nearest furniture store.

It was pretty late when I got to the Landgraab Sell And Swap Consignment store. Yanking open the door, I barged inside and walked to the only person in the store.“Hey, I understand that it is late, and you are probably closing right now, but I don’t have any furniture at my house, I’m new to this city and I don’t have anywhere to go. So please, let me at least look at one of your catalogs.” I begged, debating whether or not I should get down on my knees to add effect. With an apologetic face he stated that there was nothing he could do. Dejectedly, I began to walk out. Until he spoke again with a sigh telling me to be quick bout it, and that no one else could know about this.

Its amazing what you can buy from a store or online these days. I bought a bed, a toilet, and even a battery-powered refrigerator! Which only left me with ten bucks until my first paycheck, not counting the cost of taxicabs. Lenny, the cashier, told me it would take about a week for the delivery, so until then, I still had nowhere to sleep. Feeling that I had just wasted my money, I thanked Lenny, and walked out to hail a cab, pretty sure that I would have to sleep on the grass on my lot. As the driver drove me toward home, I relaxed my head against the back of my seat, when I had the feeling that I should open my eyes. When I did, I noticed a big building.“Wait, stop.” I said, “what’s that building?”

“That would be the fire station.” She stated. Fire stations usually have fridges and beds, so I asked her to drop me off here instead of at my house.

Getting inside was not as difficult as it should have been. I mean, who leaves a window open at a fire station? After I raided the fridge for some delicious snackages, I went straight to bed, thanking God that I had a pillow to rest my head on.

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Extras and Author’s Comments:

  • I had struggled with this chapter because I wanted to give Conrad a good introduction, and I didn’t want it to be a “Conrad moved to Bridgeport, Conrad got a job, Conrad bought stuff for his house/lot” chapter. But then I realized that no matter how hard you try, every first chapter of a legacy blog is that way, it’s the details that make each one different. Once I realized that, writing wasn’t so hard.
  • Tell me honestly what you think of Conrad’s first chapter (criticize the heck out of it if you feel that is necessary). and it would be awesome if you could give me some suggestions to make my writing better. Thank you much!

1.0 Prologue: Conrad


Sunset Valley seems to most as a quiet, peaceful town. A place where people can set aside their differences, and live together in harmony for the good of everyone. But not everything is as it seems.

It was a normal Tuesday morning for Patrol Officer Miraj Alvi, getting up at six o’clock in the morning just like every other day.

Jogging around town for and hour and thirty-six minutes, just like every other day. Then a hearty breakfast of exactly four low-calorie apple pancakes with sugar-free maple syrup, just like every other day.

And just like every other day, around nine o’clock was when the shouting began. Ever since his neighbors, Archer Weaver and Brianna Kelly, with their son Marshal, moved into the house next door sixteen years ago, mornings have been troubling for Miraj. But after years of practice, he has eventually been able to drown out the arguments, and the screaming.

So today, just like any other day, Miraj continued about his business, until he noticed that the fighting had abruptly stopped. Breathing a sigh of relief, Miraj went back to his pancakes.

Miraj jumped when he heard the sound of a gunshot. Dropping his fork, he rushed to the window nearest his neighbor’s house. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until he saw Marshal dash out the front door, get on his bike and ride away.

Teenager Shoots Parents

A young couple was shot and killed early this morning

Archer Weaver, 32

Archer Weaver, 32

in their home on 55 Water Lily Lane. One of the victims,

Archer Weaver, received a shot to the chest, while the

other victim, Brianna Kelly, received a shot to the

Brianna Kelly, 33

Brianna Kelly, 33

forehead. Local patrol officer

Miraj Alvi stated that shortly after

the gunshot was heard, 16-year-old

Marshal Weaver was seen fleeing the premises. If anyone

has seen Mr. Weaver, police urge you to call

(747) 758-6262 and report where the suspect was last seen. Do not

attempt to stop the suspect, as he may be armed and dangerous.