So with this post I've decided to do something a little different, I'm not reviewing a film today ... -Que sad disappointed noises- ... I know I know, but instead I am going to let you in on a secret ... -Que happy noises- ... Now as most of you know, or should now, I love to write. Alot. I get a storyline in my head and I write it down, sometimes the stories are short and sweet but sometimes they just go on and on and on.
So today I have decided to let you in on my story I'm working on at the moment called 'The FBI Files', It's loosely based on Criminal Minds TV show, but I've gone my own way with it, I'm creating new characters and a whole new BAU office in New York, I promise it works.
I have 7 chapters on this already but I'm only going to be posting the first one. The story focuses on Charlotte Kelly Louise Phillips, a woman from Dallas and Mathew James Bennett, a man from Boston who's carrying ALOT of baggage. Chapters one and two explain their upbringing so you get an idea of the two.
When writing this, I did have two people in mind for these people, I pictured Charlotte as Busy Philipps and Mathew as Robert Downey Jr. In the first chapter, Mathew is not brought into this but I do plan on allowing you amazing readers into the world of Mathew Bennett as he does have a interesting story.
One more thing before I stop writing in introduction, you can see on the front cover it says 'The beginning', I have many stories to be told via these two and I'm highly doubtful it will make one book, so lets see how it unfolds.
Please Enjoy and any thoughts and feedback would be amazing.
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We finally made it, we made it through everything life has thrown at us; The good and the bad. For two people who didn’t know each other to have so much bad luck in our pasts, it was only right we found each other and something like this happened to us. Life threw all it could in our direction and we handled it with grace, well, most of the time.
As I sit here now writing this, I reflect on everything that has happened from the start of our life's till now.
It wont be easy but I have to let you both know, I have to explain to you both what we grew up with and how we lived our life's. I want you to know that we love both of you and we did this for both of you.
Look after each other and make us proud, keep each other safe through what ever life throws at you.
Never let anything bring you down and always face the day with a smile on those gorgeous faces of yours.
Mommy and Daddy
You are forever loved
xxx
One
Charlotte Kelly Louise Phillips
I was born in Dallas, Texas, to Joshua and Kelly Phillips, my mother died during child birth so I never meet her, I heard she was an amazing women, worked two jobs right up to her due date because she had refused to let any man take care of her even though my father had just landed himself an important job in one of the biggest banks in Dallas, they were both fresh out of college, my mother was still very young. When my mother passed away it was up to my father to raise me. He did a great job and I loved him for that.
When I was five, my father landed an even bigger job within the company, he was an incredibly smart man and within five years of working for the bank he was appointed CFO, we suddenly had all this money come in and I found my self with a bigger choice of clothes and toys, I was a happy child. We had moved house a year later and he brought a Ranch in the middle of no where; ok, so that was a lie, it was only a 15 minute ride from town. We had acres and acres of land and he had brought me a horse, I named her lucky.
When we moved in I remember people arriving, knocking on our door, giving my father cakes and home cooked meals, obviously being as young as I was I had no idea what was going on until he told me they were here to welcome us to the neighborhood, even if my closest next door neighbor was a 5 minute walk away. I’m glad they come though, I remember meeting this girl, Josie her name was, she was my age and although I didn’t know it yet, she would also turn out to be one of my best friends.
While the grownups spoke and ... well I was never really sure what else they did that night, but I remember a lot of the women hitting on my father, I remember seeing the way they acted around him, their body language had changed, their facial expressions, I remember mentioning this to Josie, but she just wanted to play Barbie dolls, so, ignoring these women, I took Josie up to my room where we just played for a very long time. Thinking about it now, I’m surprised at how much time Barbies used to take up of my life, but I digress.
Life growing up on our Ranch was so fun, I had Josie, I had Lucky, I had my toys, I even had a Spanish nanny looking after me, she would teach me new things every day and she taught me how to speak Spanish; The only thing missing was my father, he got more and more snowed under with work, and I missed him, I remember being taken twice a week to his office in the city when my Nanny, Silvia, couldn’t stay the night, she was taking an English night class, but even then, I still didn’t really get to see him, I sat on the sofa in his office, did my homework, watched a bit of T.v, got taken for something to eat by his secretary, and then I’d fall asleep only to be carried to his car by him, taken home and put into bed, I wouldn’t see him the next morning, even most weekends he had to work, he did a lot of over time, so when he was home on the weekends we would make the most of it and he would take me where ever I wanted, which, to be honest wasn’t very far, we would take lucky and he would take me horse riding and we’d just talk, it was nice.
As I got older I saw less and less of him. I entered high school with Josie and we tried out for cheerleading, we wanted to be someone in high school, looking back on it now though, it seemed stupid. I got in straight away because everyone knew my father, I don’t know how but they did and they knew I had money which I guess, on that part I should have just gone and said no thank you, that was shallow, but I couldn’t. I was so happy when Josie got on the team as well.
I remember the first day of high school well, it was an amazing time, not only had I got on the cheer squad and made a group of new friends, I had Josie with me and my father had promised to be home when I got home so I could tell him all about my first day, I was 14 years old and I was excited. I got off the school bus and said goodbye to Josie, I don’t think I ever ran so fast up the path to our house. I opened the door and called out for him, but he didn’t answer, I remember growing concerned, he had to be here, he promised, I called out again, and once again nothing. Finally I found him in the kitchen, he was sitting on the table, not doing anything, just sitting there, staring at the back door.
“Dad?...Dad?” I called out, there was no response, I placed my hand on his shoulder and he jumped out of his skin, I asked him if he was ok, it took him a while to respond but in the end he took a deep breath and put a smile on his face, he nodded, “Of course I am princess” he gave me a hug and asked me how my first day of school was, I told him everything and he seemed genuinely happy for me.
Thats when it started going bad. Ever since that day I found him just sitting there, staring at nothing, I would come home from school and obviously not expect him to be there, but I would ring his office, his secretary Helen would answer the phone, and she’d say the same thing, “he’s just sitting there, not looking like he’s enjoying what he’s doing”, not like before when he was happy to go to work, he loved being a CFO and he would brag to anyone who asked him what he did. My concern and worry grew for him.
My nanny didn’t have to look after me any more, I was old enough to look after myself, I was after all, in high school, but just because she didn’t look after me anymore didn’t mean I didn’t stay in contact with her, her English was getting better, and as I needed to learn Spanish a bit more we spoke using both the English and Spanish language. When I was 15, I rang the women up, I had asked her to come back, to help me, dad was still in a weird state and I didn’t know what to do, I hardly saw him any more, the only reason I knew he had come home that night was because I had gone into his room, his bed had been obviously slept in. The house was lonely and having Silvia back was a blessing, I missed having some kind of parental figure in my life and as I hardly saw my father anymore, Silvia grew more and more into somewhat of a mother figure. I had seemed to lose a father but I had been given a mother.
My small happiness was not to last for long though, a year later Silvia collapsed, I had rang for an ambulance and they came immediately, Silvia did not make it, she had died, cause of death was a heart attack and my heart broke, I burst into tears, life had taken away my birth mother, made my father spend less and less time with me, and now taken away a women who had helped raise me from a young age. I was alone, my father was spending less time at home, there would be days before he came home, I would still check his bed every morning, hoping, praying that he had come home, the longest he had gone was two weeks. I was completely alone apart from Josie who would come over every now and then from school, her mother kept trying to make me come home with her, to stay at their house, but I declined, I wanted to be at home incase he showed up. When he did finally show, he looked different, I can’t explain it, but he looked worn, tired and like he had gained 20 years on him, I asked him where he had been, he just hugged me and told me he loved me before heading to his room, he closed the door and I didn’t see him again for another two days. When he did finally emerge from his room, he would just hug me and disappear again. I was eating breakfast and getting ready for school when he had done this, I followed him out of the door calling out to him chasing his car down the drive way but I was too slow, I knew that even if I had ran inside, picked up the keys to the truck outside and drove after him, there would be no way in hell I would be able to catch up with him, I just walked back inside, picked up my book bag and drove to school, picking up Josie on the way there.
“He’s gone again” I said to her, she sighed and rolled her eyes, “Char, I really think you need to do something about this, call the police, or ... well just anything.”
I knew she was right, but I couldn’t get the police involved, could I? I had no idea what was going on, Helen had no idea where he was either, he wasn’t at work, someone else had been appointed temporarily until he came back but the way he was going, it didn’t look like he was going to be coming back ... to me or to her. I sighed, not answering Josie, just thinking.
It was my 17th birthday, my father had been gone for a month this time, I hadn’t seen him but I still didn’t get anyone involved, thinking about it now, that was properly my biggest mistake, I was just willing to take everything on by myself. I had left home that morning and gone to Josie’s house, her family threw a party for me with our friends from school, just like Silvia had thrown me when I was 16.
The party was a successes, her parents even let us drink, we felt like such grownups, it was only alcopops but that didn’t matter to us, as cheerleaders went, we were pretty .... Well we were very tammed.
That night I had stayed at Josie’s house, there was just no point going home really, the party went on till the early hours of the morning, and every one just slept were they landed, I however, made a point to grab a bed.
I woke up in the afternoon to Josie waving coffee under my nose, I said thank you and took a sip but I noticed the time, 2pm, “damn it!” I said as I shot out of bed slipping my shoes on, I had to get home, I had to see if dad was there, he had to be, Josie said she would come with me, that she didn’t think I should be alone, I couldn’t have loved her any more then at that moment.
When I walked through my door, the house was quiet, Josie and I called out to him, she went a different way while I checked the bedroom, he hadn’t been here, I almost jumped out of my skin from what came next, Josie shouting my name at the top of her lungs, I ran to her and saw her standing by the kitchen Island, “what is it?” I asked her almost out of breath, It was quite a long way to the kitchen from the bedroom. Josie stood there pointing at what looked like a letter, as I walked forward I noticed that that is exactly what it was, a letter, with my name on it in dads writing, I looked to Josie before I cautiously picked it up and opened it, reading what was inside.
Dear Princess
I know what I have been doing has been killing you inside and I am sorry, I’m sorry for everything you’ve had to face in your 17 years alive on this planet, even if the first 14 years of your life were good.
I’m sorry the world took away your mother, I’m sorry the world took away Silvia and I am sorry for not being there watching you grow up into the amazing women you are now.
I want you to know that this was not my plan, my plan was to work, to give you the world, but plans change and so do people.
You need to know that I will never stop loving you but I can’t stay any more, I need to go, I feel that now is the best time for me to leave you alone, you are strong Charlotte, never forget that!
Daddy
xxxxxxx
I read the letter repeatedly, feeling faint, sick with every time I reread it, ‘plans change, so do people,' ‘I can’t stay anymore, I need to go’ what did he mean? I didn’t understand.
After what felt like a very long time, Josie took the letter from me, she could see me getting increasingly upset with every minute I held onto it, she read it herself, I don’t remember much but I remember her hand going over her mouth as she gasped, what happened next felt like a blur. From what I remember her telling me she had taken me to my room, I just sat on my bed while she packed clothes in a bag for me. I stayed with her and her family till I was 18 and graduated high school, I didn’t set foot back into that house, Josie would go every day to feed and water Lucky, and to bring me over more and more clothes each time along with things I needed, I could not face going back.
School wasn’t any better, I was out of it, it was like I was just going through the motions although somehow I still managed to keep my grades at an all time high, so high in fact, that I was chosen as valedictorian, I choose not to speak and stepped down, the next person with the highest grades spoke.
I went straight back to Josie’s after graduation and started packing my bags, I heard Josie pulling up into the drive way and I heard her foot steps coming up the stairs, I was still packing my bags when she burst through the door.
“What are you doing?” She asked me as she sat on her bed next to my bags.
“I have to go, Josie I have to go and find him I can’t just sit here and do nothing any more!” I threw the last piece of clothing into my bag and picked up a couple, asking Josie to bring the remaining 3 bags to my truck, she did.
“Charlotte, do you really think this is the best idea? What if you find him and you don’t get an answer? You don’t get what you want? Or what if you just never find him and ..” I interrupted her as I threw my bags into the truck, “I know what your telling me is true Josie, but I have to do this, I can’t go through life asking the question what if.”
“Well, where are you gonna get money?”
“Josie, please, I have money, you know I do.” I did have money, I had had money since dad started working as a CFO, he had set up an account for me and hid my card from me, god knows when he was meant to give it to me, but I had found it when I was 16, good job I did because with my father going for weeks on end, it was up to me to start paying the bills.
Josie’s parents had arrived just as I was getting into my truck, they asked me where I was going and I explained to them, it was clear that they didn’t want me to go, but at the same time I knew they understood, I started to cry as I said goodbye to them and thanked them for everything they had done for me, saying goodbye to Josie was the hardest.
“Promise me you’ll call everyday.”
I promised her, and I kept that promise. I rang her every day, no matter how upset or tired I was, even when she started college we still spoke to each other every day.
