My name is bell ringer. I'm about 5'9"and 170lbs. I don't conceive myself the best looking guy around, but I do try to maintain up my appearance, and I am by no mean value ugly. near importantly, I am a twenty-three yr old 1 father. billy is two now, and he is my pride and joy. We live in a three bedroom firm in a farm town in the middle west. I used to be superior general labor in a manufacturing facility before I won 2.3 million clam in the lottery. Now I spend my days enjoying the exclusive right of watching my slight one grow up. His mother died when he was only a few months old and near of our family is back eastward, so it has been just billy club and I for as long as he can call up. So when the day came that I got those numbers, I couldn't pass on the hazard to enthrone the money so when could live on it, and get to pass all day with billy. I haven't been on a escort since his mother died, because I am afraid that any cleaning lady I bring around him, he will consider is his mother… It is just better for him for me to be single right now. It does get unfrequented though…

I struggle to reel in my line. I hoist the monumental Pisces from the body of water and as I reach out to net this amazing catch—the phone rings. I open my eyes and wrap toward this irritating racket. I see my caller ID informing me that someone is most definitely calling, and besides it the clock reads 3:24AM. I consider ignoring the yell, but the number looks familiar. It's a mobile phone phone number from back east—who the hell ? I do not sustain much to do with well-nigh of my family since the majority of them tried to convince me to put Billy up for adoption when his mother died… Insisting I didn't have what it took to be a single Father-God. If one of them is calling me at this time of Nox, it must be important. I retrieve the headphone from its provenance and imperativeness it to my ear."Yeah ?"… Silence… a faint strained breathing… someone is trying not to cry… Finally the shaking articulation draft up the courage to speak…"I need your aid Mark ; I don't know what to do."

Brittney is my eighteen year old cousin-one of the few menage members I actually like. In fact, over the years, she has been more like a baby baby than a first cousin. It has been about a year and a half since I moved away to escape our judgmental and under positive family—the move has been hard on all three of us. Since every time we speak her parents make her biography scurvy, we decided not to utter much until she graduates and moves out. It kills us both, and billystick too… Brittney is Billy's favorite person in the entirely world besides pop. Brittney stands about 5'2"and weighs maybe 102lbs. soaking wet. She has a very slender human body and beautiful facial nerve lineament which are framed by her light brown wavy hair. She would take a crap a real stop for any guy.

"I need your assistant Mark ; I don't know what to do."I realize who is on the other end of this early aurora song immediately."What happened Brit ? What's going on ?"“ Brandon… It's over… I don't know, he must have bumped his phone or something… I just hung up a call, actually listening to him have sex with her…"—the crying began in wide-cut military group again. Brandon and brit have been off and on since she was fifteen. The main understanding ? He is a year older and had lost his virginity a few month before they met. Once a teenage boy loses his virginity, he expects his sex life to rest at that new exciting level. Brit wants to expect until after gradation so she doesn't risk ending up just another fraught teenage girl. She loves him. He loves her. He loves sex more… The farthest Brit ever let things go is hard petting fully clothed. She knew oral sex couldn't get her significant, but she also knew as much as she loved him it was easier to stop it with their clothes on, and didn't trustfulness herself to go any further. I know this because their relationship has been a common topic of our correspondence. We both knew every meter he left her, it was to go have sex without the guilt of cheating, but neither of us ever said it aloud. Tonight she got slapped in the face with that fact… She was willing to survive in denial when there was a glimmer of hope she was wrong, but this changes things.

"I am so sorry love, I know you love him and you don't deserve this. Sometimes mass make pudding head mistake because of sex ; it's not your faulting Brit."The crying has subdued enough for her to respond,"I should have just had sex with him. We both love each other, and this would have never hap"-- --"Damn it Brittney ! Don't do that. You were right to await, you still are. He had a selection between having dearest and waiting for sex, or having sex and throwing away dearest. He chose wrong. You just ask to focus on your last couple of calendar month of school, avoid him, and get out of the after graduation."“ I don't want to avoid him. I want to go back and never hear that call Mark."“ truelove, you know I love you and I don't want to see you hurt… But we both know you can not just care this away, or pretend it didn't happen. What kind of a hereafter could you have with him when every day those strait will be playing in the spinal column of your mind ?"“ I've had all my cite since the inaugural semester of this year, maybe I should just strike down out."“ Britisher, you have a couple of months left… Go to schooltime tomorrow and ask to change around the classes you have with him. I know you have your recognition but you would repent not finishing your senior year, it wouldn't be the same."The shout has stopped now, she seems pretty calm considering,"I will try Mark, I promise. Can I forebode you if it starts getting bad again ?"I reassure her,"you know my headphone is on 24/7 for you sweetie, you can call up any time you need to. We'll get thru this, don't worry. Now go get some sleep."“ I love you Mark, and thank you."“ No need Brit, just remain strong."I return the telephone set to its cradle and lay awake the remainder of the Nox. Finally I hear billy up and around—at finis something to get my brain off this horrific event.

three weeks have passed since the call option. I haven't heard anything from her and I'm really getting worried. I can't hollo her given the immense tension between her parents and I. As I help billy club up and down the slide repeatedly, I assess my odds. George, her father, would most likely be at work. Her mother Cathy Could do the phone—she hates me the most. Timmy and Tommy, her little twin comrade are still on the bus I think. I just don't know how her sister Mary thinks about me after all this time ; she listens too lots to her mother. With those odds, I am not even going to think about calling. It would just throw it big for britt if they knew she still calls me."seed on billy goat, time to take the air home. We can number back to the common tomorrow."

As he rounds the bend in our tree lined driveway, billy takes off running."Billy !"I run to catch him and figure out what got into him. I round the bend see her standing there with Billy wrapped in a big hug. I briskly walk over and best them both up in a Brobdingnagian hug."Your parents let you come in here ?"Her grinning fade as she begins biting her lip and avoiding eye contact. I put her down and take he-goat, setting him down and instructing him to go child's play with his ball."Briiiit ?"“ I had to get out of there fool, just for a couple of day. Please let me stay."As she begins to give me a somewhat pouty looking, I can say there is sincerely something going on."What happened ?"Her eyes get wide,"are you going to let me stay for the weekend ?"I raise my eyebrow and purse my lips,"What happened piddling missy ?"She explains that her kinsperson, her mother in particular, has been spreading rumors to destroy Brandon's future tense. Even though he hurt her, she still wants him to go on with his life and be happy—because she truly loved him. Her father even went so far as to imperil Brandon with physical harm."I just can't lead it anymore mark. They took the grueling things I've ever gone through and managed to progress to it even worse every day. I just want a couple of daylight away."I sigh,"alright, but how did you get here without them knowing ?"She grinned a slightly impish smile,"I've been working, and saving up money for when I start college. I used that to pay for the just the ticket, and they think I am at Melody's for the weekend."tune was a friend of Briton's that moved a few minute away stopping point year."Alright, well let's get your stuff inside. make out on Billy, time to go in buddy."

By the time she gets her things settled in the guest bedroom and we all visit a bit, it is 8:00PM Friday night. We determine it's time to fiat a pizza and have a otiose night in. Billy wanted Brit to be the one to lay him down after dinner, so I cleaned up and put away the leftovers. Britisher got a quick exhibitor and got dressed for bed and rejoined me in the living room where she spent a couple of hours filling me in on all the high spot of the last three weeks. By the time she got done her welled center were very tired and I sent her to bed with a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

billystick and I were finger painting in the kitchen when Brit came down at nearly noon. She apologized for sleeping so late. I stopped her,"you came here to take a breather and recover."“ I know Mark. This is the first whole night I have actually been able-bodied to really take a breather, thank you."I just smiled and reached up and touched a purple streak down the bridge of her nose."Watch Billy for a few arcminute so I can grab a shower, we have a big day."After I got dressed, I sent Brit to do the Saame while I got Billy's bag packed. Then we all spent an hour in the car with Brit being more impatient than Billy—she couldn't stand the melodic theme of having to wait for a surprise at her age, it just wasn't bazaar. Finally we arrive at the zoo. After a picnic lunch out front, we go in and spend the rest of the day enjoying the animals. When the vox on the PA informed us our metre was up, we piled into the car and headed for the Mungo Park near the theatre. We played, talked, and enjoyed each former's caller for a patch as Billy tired himself out. Finally the time came to lead him home base for dinner, bathroom, and bedtime.

Brit and I ended up on the couch watching a movie tonight. It was obvious she was tired of talking about Brandon, and tired of even thinking about her family. As the lengthy moving-picture show dragged on, the fatigue set in on brit. I found myself pulling the stroke off the spine of the lounge and covering her, wrapping my arm around her as she nestled herself against me. This little girl has been cuddling against me all her life sentence, but something about this time felt different, I'm not sure why. I sat like this dozing in and out for some time after the moving picture ended. I woke up a spell later hearing two things—an infomercial, and Brit whispering my name.
We adjusted ourselves on the couch to make eye contact."What's the thing Brit ?"She squeezed tighter around me and a desperate look washed across her side,"I don't want to go back tomorrow Mark. I can not take the emphasis back there. Part of me still loves him, and they wouldn't let me exchange my classes. I see him every day in almost every socio-economic class. My dad wants to belt down him and my mom is spread rumor about him to ruin his name. All of them are making me sense pudden-head for loving him after how he hurt me. Don't make me go back please."A unmarried tear trailed the bridge deck of her olfactory organ before she buried her cheek against my arm."You know I would do anything for you, but if you're asking to stay here, you need to realise your parents may not address to you anymore. They hate me for walking away from the mob, and it will only make it worse that you ran away, and of all places -- -to my house."She kept her face buried and I heard a barely hearable rustle say,"I know Mark. You're the only when one who has ever been there for me and always told me the Truth, and tried to do what was best for me even when it got me mad at you. They all just want revenge. I am eighteen now. I want this."She raised her face and her shine eyes met mine as she squeezed her blazonry tighter."I don't want to quit school ; it wouldn't be the Lapplander not to fetch up, even with a sheepskin. Let me detain here and transfer… please."I couldn't sales booth to see her in pain. Trying to withstand back tears of my own, I wrapped my arm tightly around her so she felt secure."If you're sure that's what you want, of course you are welcome to subsist here."She lifted up and pressed her teary lips to my cheek."Thank you Mark."Then laid her nous back down, nestled in near and drifted back to sopor .