Raising For 500 Days PROLOGUE!
The prologue of the sequel to that cheerful story you've always wanted to read.
It's just telling you what happends after Lani was born. What happened to her and what happened to Milo.
YEAR 1 WITHOUT DELILAH
Everyday and every night was painful. I couldn't go on without her. Everything this past year have been a blur. I woke up, I went to work, I came home, and went to sleep.
That's all I've been for a year. Avoiding contact with any of my family, or anyone. Paying my bills, waking up to an empty side of the bed.
I made Ms. Aliana raise Lani. I saw her a couple times when I came over to collect Delilah's belongings, I could barely look at her.
I couldn't look at my own daughter. I'm such a pathetic loser.
YEAR 2 WITHOUT DELILAH
Lani called me 'Daddy'. I cried. I came over to get Delilah's wedding dress for storage and as I was walking out the door, Lani called "Bye, bye, Daddy!" I cried in my car for ten minutes until Ms. Aliana came in.
"Milo," she started, "I know your hurting, I've been hurting for two years also. But I've learned to move on. It's time for you to move on, also." "How could you say that?" I yelled, "You raise a beautiful daughter for eighteen years, and you just let it go! I wasn't even married for one year! But I fell in love! I will NEVER let her go!"
That night I went out on a rampage. I bought a gun and was ready to shoot anybody who pissed me off. Stupidly, I went to George's party. He spilled some beer on me and called me 'pussycat'. So I shot him. Right in the gut. He didn't die, though.
The next week I plead guilty. Ms. Aliana and Mike were the only two people, I knew, who showed up. Mike dressed up in his best suit. He probably thought that they were going to let him speak for me. Idiot.
YEAR 5 WITHOUT DELILAH
I got released from jail. I moved back into my apartment. Mike threw me a 'Welcome back' party. I got drunk and, surprise-surprise, I got in a car crash. I ran into a gasoline truck. It exploded three other cars. Killing a mother and both of her sons. Her sons were only three and seven.
Even though I wanted to do time for the accident I caused, my lawyer saved me.
YEAR 6 WITHOUT DELILAH
I almost pulled the trigger into my mouth. Almost. But of course, Mike ruined everything. He snatched the gun from my hand. "Are you crazy, Milo?!" He screamed, "Your such an idiot! Do you really want to die?" "I just held a gun in my mouth, what do you think?" I said sarcastically. "Milo, your my brother, I love you. I'm not going to let you die because of something that happened six years ago." "Fvck you." I plainly said.
YEAR 7 WITHOUT DELILAH
I took Lani to school. I watched her run into her classroom. Her teacher, Ms. Vien, asked who I was. "I'm Lani's father." I replied. "Well, your pretty young to be a father." "Yeah. She was born when I was just eighteen. Man, looking back, I was a idiot for having a kid that young." "I don't blame you, though. I've wanted a baby for quite some time now. I regret not having a baby young."
I took Ms. Vien on a couple dates. Her first name was Heather. I told her everything about me and my past. About Delilah, about my childhood, and how I lived years without forgiving the reaper.
Then maybe six months later, I proposed. Like most women would, she said yes.
YEAR 9 WITHOUT DELILAH
Heather just walked out. Just fvcking left like it was no big deal. That's when the depression swallowed me up again. Ms. Aliana suggested that Lani should move back in with her. I just let her take her. Just like it was no big deal.
YEAR 11 WITHOUT DELILAH
I went back to how I was after Delilah died. I woke up to an empty bedside, went to work, came back home, and went to sleep alone. Sometimes I'd cry myself to sleep, hoping that I'd dream of a happier time. Avoided, family, or anyone in this case.
Now I'd lost two people who I loved and cared about. Both of those losses were because of me.
I didn't take care of Delilah, she got sick, she died.
I didn't love Heather as much as I could, she cheated, she left.
Both of those losses are my fault.
YEAR 12 WITHOUT DELILAH
The same as I always lived. Alone. All by myself, and sometimes liking it that way.
YEAR 13 WITHOUT DELILAH
I remember the morning when Heather came marching into the apartment and smashing all my pictures of Lani and Delilah. "STOP IT!" I screamed. "YOU DIDN'T LOVE ME, MILO! YOU NEVER FVCKING DID!" She hit Delilah's and my wedding picture. Thank God, only the frame broke.
I grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her out the apartment. She banged on the door. "LET ME IN!" she yelled.
Heather banged and screamed for two hours, until I finally called the cops.
Of course, like the weak man I am, I bailed her out. She's been through to much to be in jail, anyway. Especially since we lost the baby. She hugged me as soon as they let her out the cell. "I'm sorry." she whispered.
Then Heather officially left. She moved to Florida. Where I've always wanted to go.
That's when I got the painful memories back.
YEAR 14 WITHOUT DELILAH
So here I am. Slightly vulnerable, some optimistic, and completley depressed.
I'm thirty-two now.
Man, looking back, I wish I was seventeen again. When I was slightly confident, some talented, and completley happy.
I was only happy because Delilah made me who I was. She made me a who I was then, and who I wish I could be today.
Everyday and every night was painful. I couldn't go on without her. Everything this past year have been a blur. I woke up, I went to work, I came home, and went to sleep.
That's all I've been for a year. Avoiding contact with any of my family, or anyone. Paying my bills, waking up to an empty side of the bed.
I made Ms. Aliana raise Lani. I saw her a couple times when I came over to collect Delilah's belongings, I could barely look at her.
I couldn't look at my own daughter. I'm such a pathetic loser.
YEAR 2 WITHOUT DELILAH
Lani called me 'Daddy'. I cried. I came over to get Delilah's wedding dress for storage and as I was walking out the door, Lani called "Bye, bye, Daddy!" I cried in my car for ten minutes until Ms. Aliana came in.
"Milo," she started, "I know your hurting, I've been hurting for two years also. But I've learned to move on. It's time for you to move on, also." "How could you say that?" I yelled, "You raise a beautiful daughter for eighteen years, and you just let it go! I wasn't even married for one year! But I fell in love! I will NEVER let her go!"
That night I went out on a rampage. I bought a gun and was ready to shoot anybody who pissed me off. Stupidly, I went to George's party. He spilled some beer on me and called me 'pussycat'. So I shot him. Right in the gut. He didn't die, though.
The next week I plead guilty. Ms. Aliana and Mike were the only two people, I knew, who showed up. Mike dressed up in his best suit. He probably thought that they were going to let him speak for me. Idiot.
YEAR 5 WITHOUT DELILAH
I got released from jail. I moved back into my apartment. Mike threw me a 'Welcome back' party. I got drunk and, surprise-surprise, I got in a car crash. I ran into a gasoline truck. It exploded three other cars. Killing a mother and both of her sons. Her sons were only three and seven.
Even though I wanted to do time for the accident I caused, my lawyer saved me.
YEAR 6 WITHOUT DELILAH
I almost pulled the trigger into my mouth. Almost. But of course, Mike ruined everything. He snatched the gun from my hand. "Are you crazy, Milo?!" He screamed, "Your such an idiot! Do you really want to die?" "I just held a gun in my mouth, what do you think?" I said sarcastically. "Milo, your my brother, I love you. I'm not going to let you die because of something that happened six years ago." "Fvck you." I plainly said.
YEAR 7 WITHOUT DELILAH
I took Lani to school. I watched her run into her classroom. Her teacher, Ms. Vien, asked who I was. "I'm Lani's father." I replied. "Well, your pretty young to be a father." "Yeah. She was born when I was just eighteen. Man, looking back, I was a idiot for having a kid that young." "I don't blame you, though. I've wanted a baby for quite some time now. I regret not having a baby young."
I took Ms. Vien on a couple dates. Her first name was Heather. I told her everything about me and my past. About Delilah, about my childhood, and how I lived years without forgiving the reaper.
Then maybe six months later, I proposed. Like most women would, she said yes.
YEAR 9 WITHOUT DELILAH
Heather just walked out. Just fvcking left like it was no big deal. That's when the depression swallowed me up again. Ms. Aliana suggested that Lani should move back in with her. I just let her take her. Just like it was no big deal.
YEAR 11 WITHOUT DELILAH
I went back to how I was after Delilah died. I woke up to an empty bedside, went to work, came back home, and went to sleep alone. Sometimes I'd cry myself to sleep, hoping that I'd dream of a happier time. Avoided, family, or anyone in this case.
Now I'd lost two people who I loved and cared about. Both of those losses were because of me.
I didn't take care of Delilah, she got sick, she died.
I didn't love Heather as much as I could, she cheated, she left.
Both of those losses are my fault.
YEAR 12 WITHOUT DELILAH
The same as I always lived. Alone. All by myself, and sometimes liking it that way.
YEAR 13 WITHOUT DELILAH
I remember the morning when Heather came marching into the apartment and smashing all my pictures of Lani and Delilah. "STOP IT!" I screamed. "YOU DIDN'T LOVE ME, MILO! YOU NEVER FVCKING DID!" She hit Delilah's and my wedding picture. Thank God, only the frame broke.
I grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her out the apartment. She banged on the door. "LET ME IN!" she yelled.
Heather banged and screamed for two hours, until I finally called the cops.
Of course, like the weak man I am, I bailed her out. She's been through to much to be in jail, anyway. Especially since we lost the baby. She hugged me as soon as they let her out the cell. "I'm sorry." she whispered.
Then Heather officially left. She moved to Florida. Where I've always wanted to go.
That's when I got the painful memories back.
YEAR 14 WITHOUT DELILAH
So here I am. Slightly vulnerable, some optimistic, and completley depressed.
I'm thirty-two now.
Man, looking back, I wish I was seventeen again. When I was slightly confident, some talented, and completley happy.
I was only happy because Delilah made me who I was. She made me a who I was then, and who I wish I could be today.
3 Comments
So sad! :'( Please write more!
It's just the prologue so no chapter 2
Owkidoki!