Shattered Illusions
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
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1,492
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Chapter 3.
Chapter 3.
My daughter shook me from my thoughts.
“Mom!” she said. “Are you going to check my homework now?”
I looked at her, seeing Luke’s face, I smiled. “Yes”
When I got up to go to the kitchen she said, “Mom, are you crying? What’s wrong?” She had a worried look on her face.
“Nothing” I sighed as I sat down at the table with her homework in front of me. “I was just remembering some things from the past.”
“Well don’t cry, mama. I love you.” she said putting her arms around my neck.
“I love you too, sweetheart. Now go take your bath and get ready for bed.
I began to check her homework but found it difficult to concentrate.
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Luke and I sat in my room listening to Metallica. He wasn’t very talkative. I could tell he was nervous and trying not to show it.
“Hey, why don’t we go to the park?” I said. He watched me pull a pack of Marlboros out of my desk and smiled, “Sure”
The park, illuminated by a single street light, was 2 blocks from my house. We lived in a great neighborhood so my parents never worried about me going there at night as long as I wasn’t alone.
I sat down on a swing, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, offering one to Luke. “Those are bad for you.” He said as he lit his cigarette.
“I know.” I said.
Luke chuckled. “You’re pretty cool.”
“Yeah, I know” I told him making him smile.
“So what’s the name of this school we are going to?” he asked me.
“Westerburg” I told him, trying to blow smoke rings. Something I hadn’t mastered yet.
“Ah” he paused. “The names all start blurring together after a while.”
“So how many schools have you been to?” I asked him.
“Ever? Um....” He paused and looked up as if trying to count them. He turned and looked at me and said, “7. This will be 8”
“Wow!” I whistled. “This is only my 3rd. I’ve been here my whole life.”
Luke nodded and was silent.
I hesitated then asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, how many different families have you lived with?”
There was a long silence as Luke stared off into space. “I was adopted as a baby, by a woman named Sylvia Walker, who gave me my last name. Then when I was 5, she got pregnant and decided she didn’t want me anymore so she gave me up for adoption. I guess she would rather have her own child.” I could see anger flash in Luke’s eyes. “After that I went from state homes to foster families and back again.”
I sighed. I’d never heard anything so tragic. “That’s really horrible. I’m sorry.”
Luke quickly turned to me. “I’m not looking for sympathy.” He must have seen the hurt look in my eyes because he quickly added, “It’s not your fault. It’s that Sylvia bitch who gave me up.” His fists were clenched. “How the hell do you give up a child you’ve had for 5 years? I’ll never forgive her.” He almost yelled. The sudden
change in his personality startled me.
”So what happened to your biological mother?” I asked him.
“I heard she was an alcoholic and a prostitute.” he said.
He was staring up at the sky still looking angry. He seemed to forget I was there momentarily. I reached over and touched his shoulder making him jump slightly.
“I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t have asked you those questions.” I said to him.
“It’s ok. It doesn’t matter.” After a few minutes he said, “I’m sorry. You seem like a really nice person. I don’t normally tell people that but you seem easy to talk to.” he smiled.
“Thanks” I smiled back at him.
“Hey, you want to see something?” Luke asked, clearly changing the subject.
“Sure” I told him.
“Ok, give me a cigarette”
I took one out of the pack and gave it to him wondering what he was going to do.
He covered his nose with one hand and seemed to shove the cigarette up his nose with the other. I laughed and clapped my hands. His eyes sparkled and he suddenly looked very happy.
“That was cool. Do you know more tricks?” I asked.
“Lots” he said.
“Will you show me sometime?”
“Sure but not tonight.” he said.
“Ok” I began to swing and soon we were both swinging as high as we could go.
My daughter shook me from my thoughts.
“Mom!” she said. “Are you going to check my homework now?”
I looked at her, seeing Luke’s face, I smiled. “Yes”
When I got up to go to the kitchen she said, “Mom, are you crying? What’s wrong?” She had a worried look on her face.
“Nothing” I sighed as I sat down at the table with her homework in front of me. “I was just remembering some things from the past.”
“Well don’t cry, mama. I love you.” she said putting her arms around my neck.
“I love you too, sweetheart. Now go take your bath and get ready for bed.
I began to check her homework but found it difficult to concentrate.
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Luke and I sat in my room listening to Metallica. He wasn’t very talkative. I could tell he was nervous and trying not to show it.
“Hey, why don’t we go to the park?” I said. He watched me pull a pack of Marlboros out of my desk and smiled, “Sure”
The park, illuminated by a single street light, was 2 blocks from my house. We lived in a great neighborhood so my parents never worried about me going there at night as long as I wasn’t alone.
I sat down on a swing, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, offering one to Luke. “Those are bad for you.” He said as he lit his cigarette.
“I know.” I said.
Luke chuckled. “You’re pretty cool.”
“Yeah, I know” I told him making him smile.
“So what’s the name of this school we are going to?” he asked me.
“Westerburg” I told him, trying to blow smoke rings. Something I hadn’t mastered yet.
“Ah” he paused. “The names all start blurring together after a while.”
“So how many schools have you been to?” I asked him.
“Ever? Um....” He paused and looked up as if trying to count them. He turned and looked at me and said, “7. This will be 8”
“Wow!” I whistled. “This is only my 3rd. I’ve been here my whole life.”
Luke nodded and was silent.
I hesitated then asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, how many different families have you lived with?”
There was a long silence as Luke stared off into space. “I was adopted as a baby, by a woman named Sylvia Walker, who gave me my last name. Then when I was 5, she got pregnant and decided she didn’t want me anymore so she gave me up for adoption. I guess she would rather have her own child.” I could see anger flash in Luke’s eyes. “After that I went from state homes to foster families and back again.”
I sighed. I’d never heard anything so tragic. “That’s really horrible. I’m sorry.”
Luke quickly turned to me. “I’m not looking for sympathy.” He must have seen the hurt look in my eyes because he quickly added, “It’s not your fault. It’s that Sylvia bitch who gave me up.” His fists were clenched. “How the hell do you give up a child you’ve had for 5 years? I’ll never forgive her.” He almost yelled. The sudden
change in his personality startled me.
”So what happened to your biological mother?” I asked him.
“I heard she was an alcoholic and a prostitute.” he said.
He was staring up at the sky still looking angry. He seemed to forget I was there momentarily. I reached over and touched his shoulder making him jump slightly.
“I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t have asked you those questions.” I said to him.
“It’s ok. It doesn’t matter.” After a few minutes he said, “I’m sorry. You seem like a really nice person. I don’t normally tell people that but you seem easy to talk to.” he smiled.
“Thanks” I smiled back at him.
“Hey, you want to see something?” Luke asked, clearly changing the subject.
“Sure” I told him.
“Ok, give me a cigarette”
I took one out of the pack and gave it to him wondering what he was going to do.
He covered his nose with one hand and seemed to shove the cigarette up his nose with the other. I laughed and clapped my hands. His eyes sparkled and he suddenly looked very happy.
“That was cool. Do you know more tricks?” I asked.
“Lots” he said.
“Will you show me sometime?”
“Sure but not tonight.” he said.
“Ok” I began to swing and soon we were both swinging as high as we could go.