I'm publishing my writing again! Is it a good thing or a bad thing? The world may never know.
This one was originally written as part of a fanfiction I wrote in high school, but I changed it a bit. But kudos to anyone who can figure out who it was originally written about.
Here is "The Boy". No relations to the horror film starring Rupert Evans, though I actually enjoyed the film.
She looked at the little boy. Everything about the child reminded her of his father. From his hazel eyes to his smile to the way he walked. Even those damn eyebrows Brooke loved.
But where was James? She hadn't seen him since she left Clarksville all those years ago. He had begged her to stay, but how could she? To him she was just his mistress and that's all she'd ever be if she stayed. She needed to get out for herself and for her son. There was nothing she wouldn't do for Bobby. Including leaving the city she called home her whole life. She wanted to give him a chance to be his own person. Whomever he chose to be.
If she stayed in Clarksville, he'd forever be stuck in his father's shadow as his older half-siblings were. She knew James would never claim Bobby. It would warrant too much negative press for him to have had a child in an affair outside of his marriage. He had a public image to protect.
She should have known what she was getting into. He was a married man in the public eye. But she never though much about it. She just fell blindly in love with him. His charm. The smile. Don't forget the eyebrows.
When she found out she was pregnant she knew immediately that James would never find out. The saddest part: James was a good dad and loved being a dad. But alas, despite his claims of love, Brooke knew he would never leave his family. Not for her. And not for their son. So she did what she had to do.
And she promised herself to never return to Clarksville.
This one was originally written as part of a fanfiction I wrote in high school, but I changed it a bit. But kudos to anyone who can figure out who it was originally written about.
Here is "The Boy". No relations to the horror film starring Rupert Evans, though I actually enjoyed the film.
She looked at the little boy. Everything about the child reminded her of his father. From his hazel eyes to his smile to the way he walked. Even those damn eyebrows Brooke loved.
But where was James? She hadn't seen him since she left Clarksville all those years ago. He had begged her to stay, but how could she? To him she was just his mistress and that's all she'd ever be if she stayed. She needed to get out for herself and for her son. There was nothing she wouldn't do for Bobby. Including leaving the city she called home her whole life. She wanted to give him a chance to be his own person. Whomever he chose to be.
If she stayed in Clarksville, he'd forever be stuck in his father's shadow as his older half-siblings were. She knew James would never claim Bobby. It would warrant too much negative press for him to have had a child in an affair outside of his marriage. He had a public image to protect.
She should have known what she was getting into. He was a married man in the public eye. But she never though much about it. She just fell blindly in love with him. His charm. The smile. Don't forget the eyebrows.
When she found out she was pregnant she knew immediately that James would never find out. The saddest part: James was a good dad and loved being a dad. But alas, despite his claims of love, Brooke knew he would never leave his family. Not for her. And not for their son. So she did what she had to do.
And she promised herself to never return to Clarksville.
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