My last three days in the South Eastern European State, Bulgaria were absorbing. My dad had struck an handsome deal and spent almost all his time either in the hot, aerated water of Hotelgenix’s spa or at the massage parlour giving his ol' skin a treat and rarely at a casino not too far from our hotel just to test if the “lucky necklace” my mum had given him once before his biggest contract signing was still potent.
My last days were top notch fun. I visited parks and gardens. A museum also – with Maisie but finally, the day of my departure arrived and it was an emotional one.
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The cold wintery breeze reduced the temperature of every thing – living or dead in Sofia and not even the heater in me and my dad’s rooms could save us. Snow had been falling for hours non-stop which was revolting because I wanted to see the finest skier I had ever met, someone I loved very much, Maisie, before we went to the airport and back to America but the snow made it impracticable.
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My dad employed there workers of Hotelgenix to help us pack our stuffs as we got ready to leave Bulgaria. I video chatted with Maisie for about forty-five minutes straight.
The roads were snowclad still just like it was on the evening we arrived in Bulgaria – an incessant white world of sleet and we had to go with the helicopter.
The Hotelgenix workers piled up all our belongings – including the ones we’d bought in Bulgaria into the elevator straight to the 11th storey. From there, they carried it up to the greatly tall and frighteningly chill helipad.
We got into the helicopter and it hovered for a few seconds over the helipad with its noisy metal blades swinging at their maximum potential before lifting us into the air and in the direction of Sofia International Airport (SIA).
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The memories of how the airport was were blurry. All I remember was that our flight was delayed for an hour because of the great deal of snow that was on the runway. Along the line, my dad got an important phone call that made him roam out of my view subconsciously but I wasn't bothered, not in the least. It wasn't his first of doing such and I could bet it wasn't going to be his last either and if you told him about it, he just said that changes in his environment helped him mull over the impediments that came with his business.
A white vapour breath escaped through my lips as I dragged my head warmer over my ears and closer to my chin with my fingers that were well protected from the cold thanks to my woolen gloves as I sat down on a cold black and gray metal bench. The old granny next to me had a lot of freckles on her hands and a really dark mole that I had seen with the corner of my eyes on the left side of her nose. She smelt of an excessive intake of alcohol and I felt nauseated. I generally felt terrible and there was no worse way to end a splendid holiday.
I took my phone out in boredom, removed the glove on my right hand and scrolled through my Instagram news feed. After a while, Sal, my best friend that I hadn't spoken to since my arrival sent a message. I couldn't read it because my dad returned from wherever he had wandered off too with the good news that the runway's issue had been fixed. Good news right?
There was no proof of it because the speakers were yet to announce but if only for the sake of saving my nostrils from extermination, I stood up instantly. As we were heading to the spot check, the speakers blared loudly saying that the snow had been cleared and the passengers could now proceed to the checkpoint and I tried pretending like I didn't see my dad beam with pride but he knew that I saw it.
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It was a dull flight from Bulgaria. The meal wasn’t too good, we had a stop over at Andorra and Bosnia-Herzegovina which only extended the nine hours flight to twelve.
On the bright side, I didn’t see the hazel eyed waitress. She was probably being banged on another flight.
Not that I was timid or fearful but there was something spooky, creepy and spine chilling about the way her eyes burnt into mine and even thoughts of her gave me a mild hurt on my head.
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The thirteen red and white stripes that represented the thirteen colonies and fifty stars – each representing a state of the United States of America waved elegantly with the breeze filling me up with pride and patriotism.
As much as I enjoyed Bulgaria, I was back home – in America, in John F. Kennedy Airport, New York City, and I loved it. I loved nudging other innocent Americans – my countrymen and apologizing in the language I was familiar with – English.
I loved being able to read and understand the blue placards, variegated handbills and virtually every thing I could in English and not with the help of Mr. Sullivan.
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My mum and her Chauffeur were there. She was in a white Faux-fur-trim hooded puffer coat, standing next to her yellow Audi 5 cabriolet convertible, tapping her feet impatiently and glancing at her watch impatiently while her Chauffeur stood like the amazing art work of a sculptor until he saw my dad and a young, 19 year old man – me, struggling to get his travelling bag to move at his pace.
He was of an Italian descent and was easily made amused. His English accent was still trespassed on by Italian but other than that, he was a jolly, well groomed fellow. My dad's had gone back to his family back in North Carolina on his winter leave.
On our way back home, mum stopped by to get new pairs of woolen gloves for the twins, they were always losing theirs and I low key hoped that their fingers had frozen before we got home, that'll teach them a good lesson.
As soon as we got home, I went straight to my room to suck in every feeling of nostalgia still left there. It was almost the exact way I left it just tidier.
Every of my stuffs that seemed to be in the right place when I left remained intact and those that could be left the way they were although they weren't were they should've been remained in the same position, like my skate board that had Chris Brown's autograph on it. Normally, I kept it under my bed but when I was leaving, it was at the back of my door and it was left that way till I returned.
I was also bothered that Mason would have come snooping around and might have found somethings I didn't want him seeing or Madison might have done something crazy like spilling her nail polish on my bed or something but I decided not to let those two bother me as I jumped on my cold bed and got swallowed in it's comfort.
I took my phone out and read my best friend, Sal's message. It said:
We need to talk, something bad is up.
Yeah, the sky except that it wasn't bad, just cloudy.
I tried imagining what was wrong to reduce the shock.
My girlfriend, Amaya, wasn’t pregnant, hopefully.
I replied him immediately asking what was up and after a few messages from the both of us, my life had spun round! Rounder and faster than a merry-go-round will.
The birds cooed gaily not minding the whiter, foamier and more inviting snow that fell peacefully from the bluish sky.Perfection and high-spiritedness filled Fairford Overlook. Christmas flutes, fireworks and “Fairforders” teemed the streets – a few adults dressed in Santa's costumes while the kids that really did look like they had just arrived from the North Pole were dressed in green; Santa's elves, sharing gifts to all houses.Now! That was the kind of aura I loved waking up to meet after spending half my night wrapping gifts; a chevron necklace and a trinket dish for Madison, a Virtual Reality headset for Mason, a moonlight pyjamas for my mum and a wine subscription for my dad and even something for Sal, my best friend; a Phone Wooden Docking Station and AirPods leather case. It was a perfect Christmas but little did I know that it was to be a very horrible new year with tons of...**
Our home's entrance boomed through the air as I slammed it shut and hastened toward my room.“Where are your manners, Russell?” my mum’s thin voice said finding it’s way to the staircase where I was – a few steps left before getting to my room.“Sorry mum, evening!” I shouted back as I hastened to my room, locked myself in and slumped on my bed and ended up regretting it as a loose sock with blotches of different colours bounced off my bed and tried suffocating me with it's densely chummy stench as it landed directly on my nostrils.My throat went dry and itchy instantly, my head was heating up really fast as the hazy memories hidden behind time's facade of last winter began to unveil itself. I took an half empty bottle of water that I had left on my table last
So, as I pulled up in the garage, I could smell the pungent odour of problems brewing. Everywhere was unusually silent and as I got out of the car and slammed it's door, birds on the roof flew away in a rowdy flurry. Scared-y cats! Or do we still say bats?As I walked to the front door, I caught a face at the window peeking at me. It was Mason looking at me from above with eyes that screamed “doom!”. I rolled my eyes at him, got to the door and let myself in.**My dad wasn't back yet and that'd have been a good thing if mum wasn't going to snitch on me. She was still telling me about the things I should've done so that I could've gotten to school on time to prevent having detention but the sole thing I could conceive as she "ranted on" was... MAISIE!.
"I still don't get how you could've ever been with her bro" Sal said as he stuck his thumbs in the straps of his bag leaving room between his elbow and his abdomen. He kicked an empty can off the walk way as Mer interlocked her arms into his and caused a few bumps as she skipped a few times along with us.I sincerely didn't know either how I'd gotten together with Amaya. I never loved her because she'd always been way too fussy and awfully picky. She did almost whatever made her comfortable not minding others and that didn't still stop her from being a wimp. She was pained, pained that I wasn’t “hers” anymore and every single day made reality hit her more – she’d never get a chance with me, again. I was certain that I was accurate with my hypothesis because we'd grown almost together. We attended the same elementary school, high school and now, college.
A really long passage with small apartments, the size of two cubicles merged. From the petite or let's say trivial terrace, the third room on your left.Firmly held by old, red bricks bountifully garnished with cracks on its surface, a pallid ash gray door stood and on its other side, all her worth outside her homeland were kept. ALL.And there, behind the door with drapes drawn to prevent the incurs of the sun during the day- Just like a vamp will do, a small, portable plasma TV hung to the thinned walls, a stein with red, small cheap wine filled the air and a few inches from the cold dark walls, the soft thud of her heart reminded her that she was living as she lay on her single bed, curled up from the world outside and only peeking to know what was going out there through her TV.Life hadn't been always bad, in fact, it looked like it'd stored up the bad mo
The aura at home was so crisp and tense we could have an entrancing banquet of it and there will still be an ample amount of the "meal" left for Maisie. Our emotions flared when my mother began telling my dad how irresponsible I’d been by not picking up Mason and Madison and how I’d gotten detention. My mother had broken our deal, she’d snitched on me although she told me she wasn’t going to mention it, she broke my trust!I didn't plan on telling my parents that Maisie was coming over to hide till God-knows-when because she was wanted for the demise of a bully who'd come after her and even if I there was a slim chance of that happening before, it had been washed away.For the first time in a long time I was scared... No, panicking. The person I loved with all my life was wanted for murder, the person I had dated was probably assisting the pol
Simple smiles, a trivial pressure of bliss that wedged our lips apart and exposed our dentition. Loud, gaudy, unrefined mirths that sent echoes down the lonely but well-lit street.We couldn't help ourselves, we chuckled, grinned, burst out and even howled without the slightest caution that we were in Fairford Overlook, a residential estate and were expected to be calm and perhaps, be sipping a warm cup of coffee that wet night or reading a bedtime story.It was still raining heavily – hitting the road, our hair and rooftops too like it was in a feud but we didn't give a care in the world, we were soaked, we were drenched, we were wanted by the police and we didn’t have a plan then but we were happy, exceedingly happy!That moment was enchanting, flawless and magical - from the incessant rain that seemed to mat down my dark hair, through the gentle
Rows of lockers on both sides of the long corridor thinned out of my view as I raced with feet hastier than Iris', the goddess of the rainbow, swift-footed messenger of the gods. Their colours fizzled out - Magenta, hue of a perfect green lawn, a spotless blue sky and the golden shade of the sun.I went left, turned right and shot down the longer hallway that had two defective bulbs that flickered inversely to each other. I passed by exquisite and identical hazel coloured doors with brass doorknobs. I knew what was on the other side of those doors and I had been in most - Ruddy carpets, plastered cerulean and white snowy ceilings, air conditioners airing at their topmost potentials, black lounge chairs on one side and a tablet-armed chair on the other side of a desk messed with crisp, white papers.I got out of the building easier than I thought I would. I felt like I was running into a booby trap. I retrieved my four