Started When We Were Younger Novelas e Histórias

Brandon interrupted with a mischievous grin, "Let's go back home—our home, where everything started." The mention of our home brought back all the memories we created together, from the first meeting to the countless adventures we shared. It was a place that held not only our belongings but also the essence of our friendship and love for each other. The memories of laughter, tears, and growth flooded our minds as we eagerly agreed to embark on the journey back to where it all began. I nodded my head in agreement, feeling a mix of excitement and nostalgia. "Let's move back home," I said, my voice filled with anticipation.

He meant it. Gabe was just going to lie there with me. I took a deep breath and relaxed. The moment reminded me of our overnighters when we were younger, sleeping out on the trampoline in our sleeping bags. The seven of them and me all started out at typical distances from each other, but by morning we'd all slid into the middle - a pajama-clad mashup of arms and legs. I'd always been the first to wake up, lie there, listen to them inhale and exhale, and wish that was how we could be every night - my brothers and me sleeping under the stars.

At that moment, I realized that we were like the sunrise. And this is our new beginning.

[Elaine] Ever since Faye was about 13, we started jokingly calling ourselves “the Ladies of Lake Merritt.” If only Faye knew where the nickname started. I don’t know if I could ever tell her the truth. There were parts of me that I kept hidden, even from her, especially from her. How do you explain to your child that her father was not the love of your life?

“We’re just getting started.” -

I wasn’t exactly lying, but was she old enough to start understanding our bloodline? Was I? Considering I had only just begun to understand it myself.

I lay there thinking about our childhood, thinking about mama and pops and how they never seemed like the ‘crime-family’ type. Every weekend we went somewhere when we were younger, before we rebelled and got too wild to trust on the trips. I remembered how we used to be so oblivious to the shit we know now, never thought of death, violence, or betrayal, until mom’s death. That was the first time we all saw the dark side of life, leaving the rest to unfold.

But I had never been more certain of anything in my life. “So.. when do we start?“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

This was really real… We were indeed starting our own family.

Now? We were the hunted.