![]() "No problem kiddo.but you have to get your things ready now.we have a long day tomorrow on the way there," he said as he gets up and walks out of the room without another word, I stared at the door as if something else was going to happen but then I jumped onto my feet and smiled brightly. "I know your mad at me for being drunk.but I got these so we can go on a trip.to get away from New York for awhile.AJ I know you've been doing your best helping around the place and I want to make it up for you for all the hard times you've gone through during the pass years," I sat there stunned and smiled from ear to ear, and hugged him tight, "Dad I don't know what to say than-?!", I stopped at my words and pulled away from the hug, dad.it was the first time I said that in along time, but when I looked up at Booker his face was red but he was wearing a smile along with it. "What do you want?", I asked him, he slowly sat next to me and pulled out what looks like two passports, my eyes widen with surprise as I looked at them. I looked towards the door and saw Booker with his guilt look, I sat up and we met eye to eye. ![]() I kept thinking to myself maybe I was never meant to go back home but just stay here.in this time.and grandfather.I sighed to myself and hugged my pillow as I worried about him.he must be worried about me.I missed him.Ī few hours went by and I was still laying in my bed thinking in my thoughts, I heard a door open that made me jumped. For some reason though it made me think about mom.the old memories started to flow through my mind, and the next thing I knew.I was crying. "What? No I'm not I just had a drink or two dear~", he said as I smelled his breath of alcohol, it digsust me and not only that I just wanted to slap him in the face but what good would it do? I screamed at him and just march to my room, surprisingly screaming snaps him back to reality but not for long though, Once I was in my room I slammed the door behind me and tossed myself onto my bed as I groan. By the time it was midnight Booker walk into the and was drunk as ever, my eyes widen with surprise as I rush over to him, "Are you drunk again?!", I yelled at him. One night I was home was washing the dishes like I would always do and was guessing he went gamgling once again, I always woprried about him, he would always lose a lot of money and it isn't easy earning cash during these days. I was homeschooled since grandfather or should I say Booker tought me everything I'm suppose to know, and from every weopan I organize from the years they are the same weapons grandfather haves back at my time, so he really did kept them. ![]() ![]() 2 years went by and still I'm in the year of 1913, but living the new life style wasn't so bad. ![]()
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