Hiya, and thanks for clicking on the fifth part of Time and Trust. I'm sorry this has taken so long to get out, a lot of stuff, some of it pretty crappy has been going on at home, and I was at camp all last week. But I'm back! On with the show.
Thanks so much to the CC makers: TSR mainly, Noukie Sims, Raon Sims, XM Sims, PeggyZone, and SIMcredible. And thanks to the administration at TSR for giving us a great website.
Thanks so much to the CC makers: TSR mainly, Noukie Sims, Raon Sims, XM Sims, PeggyZone, and SIMcredible. And thanks to the administration at TSR for giving us a great website. Cara stared at Jake's retreating figure. He shuffled along the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, and she felt her heart pull for him. When Aimee had first arrived at her house, many times the young girl would cry and Cara would have no idea as to why. Over the past few years, as she grew older, Aimee learned to rope in her feelings, and hold them under a cool exterior. Cara didn't like this practice, but yet, the outburst of emotion surprised her.
"Aimee, can you come here?" she called gently. There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of shuffling feet. "Look, honey, I know you're upset, but I think we need to talk. Don't worry, I won't ask any questions. But I want you to get out some of this crap that's built up inside you. It's certainly not doing you any good." Cara's eyes were so compassionate, it almost made Aimee's well up again.
Aimee sniffled. She knew that now, no matter how hard it was, she would have to be honest with Cara. She couldn't afford to keep anything from her. Once seated in her chair, Aimee drew her hand across her eyes one last time, trying to wipe away some of the wetness. She took a deep, shaking breath and began. "Jake and I go way back. We met when we were in kindergarten. For some reason, we hit it off right away. It was weird, because we were complete opposites with nothing in common. He was the social, risk-taking one, and I was always quiet, off in the corner by myself." She gulped, collecting her thoughts. "Somehow, he broke through my shell. I don't know how, but we became the best of friends. Really, he was my only friend. All through kindergarten to grade five, we never left each other's side." Aimee allowed a slight smile. "Actually, in my childhood mind, I dreamt of marrying him. Makes me laugh now, looking back."
She looked away. Now was the hard part. "Cara, he knew. One day, I went over to his house to play. We were having a grand old time, and then he said 'Aw, come on Aimee, don't be so stupid.' It was over something so small, and in jest, but I just cracked. My dad said that to me so many times after my mom left, the saying became meaningless. But coming from the mouth of my best friend, it was totally different.
"I told him. I couldn't help it. I told him about how angry my dad got, and the things he said to me. I made him vow not to tell anyone. I'm not sure what I was afraid of, but I knew it had to be a secret." "My dad died one week later. You know the rest." Aimee shuddered. "But now, when he showed up on our doorstep, looking completely normal as if the past ten years hadn't happened, it just really irked me. I mean, how can he act like that still, even when he knows all that I've been through? The fact that he knows my past is really scary. I'm not the same person I once was, and I'm sure he isn't either." Her voice gave out, and she dropped her head into her hands.
"I should have held back. I should have not let myself break down like that. I don't understand what happened. Why does he get to me so much?" Cara had remained silent through Aimee's story. But now, she looked deep into Aimee's eyes said, "Look at me. I want you to know, more than anything else, that what you are feeling is valid. You have been through way too much, and you have every right to have your moments. I'm sure that Jake has some understanding of that." Aimee tried to protest, but Cara cut her off.
"No, from what I saw, that boy is smart. He knows what he's doing, and he has a sixth sense that lets him see more of the situation than you think." "But girl, you're right. Both of you have changed. Obviously, your relationship is not the same as it once was. You can see your side of the circumstance, but think of his. You don't know what he's been through these past years, and what he has experienced. I'm not going to force you to talk to him again, but I think you at some point need to speak with him again. To be honest, I think it would be good for you." Cara stood and wrapped Aimee in a hug. "Please, talk to me when you need to. And sometimes, you just need to, even if you don't want to." Aimee was ready for bed early that night. Something about an attack of emotions takes a lot out of you. And yet, by the time she was in her pajamas and about to climb under the covers, something made her stop. Instead, she lay flat out on top of the covers and stared at the ceiling in thought. Although she had promised herself honesty, there was one little thing that she had held back. Something that made her skin crawl to think about.
The fact was, it wasn't just Jake's personality that bothered her. It was his presence. Somehow, ithe simple matter of it scared her to pieces. Now, lying in absolute silence, she realized why.
It wasn't all Jake. She was connecting him with her experiences. She couldn't see him without thinking about her past, and remembering all the awful times of her childhood. Remembering those moments frightened her, and Jake reminded her of those moments. She knew it wasn't fair, but right then, she knew that she wouldn't be talking with Jake anytime soon. Aimee was up bright and early the next morning. After watching the sun rise from her front porch, she picked up the newspaper that the carrier had just dropped off. Bored out of her mind, she decided she had nothing better to do than read it. Once inside, she opened the paper up and began flipping through absentmindedly. She noticed all the regular articles about war in the Middle East, the weather for the coming days, unfortunate accidents the day before, and so on. Aimee groaned over an article in the entertainment section detailing the current dating life of one of her close modelling friend. She made a mental note to call her and offer her sympathy. But it was an article in the life section that caught her eye. The title made her freeze, and she couldn't pull her eyes away. The headline read "Fifteen-year-old boy finds father after years of separation". Aimee's breath caught and her eyes darting through the article at record speed. It was a mere three paragraphs long, but the contents shook her.
"After losing his father, Craig Faller in a messy divorce, fifteen-year old Brad Faller knew that someday he had to find him again. His mother had passed away from cancer, and he was desperate to find his dad before being shipped off to a foster home. Nothing could deter this determined young boy. He began with simple Google searches. He searched the name over and over again, waiting for six months before anything of revelance showed up. "When we asked Brad about what he found, he laughed. 'It was funny, because I found his name on the website of a fishing contest. In my vague memories, I remembered him hating fishing!' After this discovery, Brad immediately called the office of the organization that held the contest. At first, they refused to divulge the whereabouts of their winner, but when Brad told a little white lie, they finally gave him a phone number.
"'It took me a few days to work up the courage to call him,' said Brad, somewhat sheepishly. 'I was thinking all sorts of things, like what if he didn't want to have me or see me again. But I realized it was this, or living with some strangers. I made the call, and it was only days before he got here, to see me and take me back home with him. It's the most amazing thing, to have him back. I never would have thought it was possible.'" Aimee closed the paper, and found herself staring into space. A wild, crazy, and somewhat sensical thought dashed into her head. Could it be possible? She tried to throw the idea out, but for some reason she couldn't. She had to talk to Cara. "Cara? Cara?" Aimee tapped her gently.
"No Mom, I can't go to school. I'm sick, really..." Cara murmered sleepily. Aimee stifled a laugh and rolled her eyes.
"Nope, I think you're just fine!" She said, finally giggling. Cara's woke up with a start, and found herself looking at Aimee laughing uncontrollably. She blushed and shook her head.
"What's up, honey?" she asked. Aimee motioned for Cara to follow her. "So you're telling me that because of a little article in the newspaper, that you think you can instantly locate your mother even when you haven't known her since you were three?" Cara asked. She raised her eyebrows and took a sip of her coffee.
Aimee was suddenly unsure of herself. "Well, I, uh, yeah. I mean, I know that it won't happen right away, but, well, Cara, I want this." Something suddenly occured to her. "Oh, Cara, please don't think that this means I'm ungrateful for what you've done for me, but it's just-" Cara threw her arm in the air. "No way! Aimee, I totally understand. This woman is your mother! You deserve to know her. I'm sorry I sounded so judgemental, but even you have to acknowledge it's a long shot. And truly, I think you should give this a try. If you don't take this chance now, you may never get another one. Go for it, girl!" "Thank-you, Cara. You encouragement means a lot." Aimee said quietly. Cara grinned and stood up, coffee cup in hand.
"I'm off for a shower." She paused by the doorway, her back still to Aimee. "Oh, and honey? Don't get your hopes up too high. I couldn't stand to see you hurt." Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed this part. I'm actually home now for the rest of the summer, so other parts should come out a little faster, provided that things don't get to wonky here at home. Until next time!
~Time and Trust~ Part 5
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