Something to note in the Origin Timeline, as I would begin calling it, is that we only lived in this house for about a year after Brenden was born before moving to the southern Florida island named Key West.
After spending two years in Key West, where we lived in two different houses, we moved back to an Orlando suburban town called Oviedo, where we would stay until 1999…when the woman claiming to be my mother destroyed our semblance of family forever.
’Although I’m not entirely sure because I have nearly zero memories of living in this house, and Dad never took us back, I think it’s in the Conway area, near where Nanny and Grandpa lived…that’s about a 20-minute drive southwest from where we spent most of our childhood.’
Figuring roughly where I was in relation to Emilia and where my Father, brother, and I would eventually settle down, I wracked my brain in an attempt to figure out how I was supposed to travel that distance.
During my moment of deep thought, several notifications from Arkadia went unnoticed by me…that was just how deeply I had fallen into my ruminating.
Eventually, I was forced to put it aside because, unknowingly, I had spent the entire night lost in thought, so much so that it was the sound of my bedroom door creaking open that snapped me out of my contemplation.
Turning my head and looking out through the bars of my crib, I noticed a young woman in her mid 20’s with long, very curly blond hair, light blue eyes, and a decent figure poking her head into the room while wearing a pink frilly nightgown.
Amanda Rose Jörgensen was the woman’s name, and she was my biological mother. But, even if she had been the one to give birth to me, the actions she would take in the future ended up being one of my biggest sources of lifelong trauma.
The things she had done to Brenden and me, beginning in my younger years and up to adulthood, would leave such a deep emotional scar on me psychologically that I had never been able to form deep bonds or attachments with anyone apart from Brenden and my Father.
The lessons I learned through her caused me to be so guarded, so jaded against others, that I struggled to form long-lasting friendships or even relationships, as I was completely incapable of opening up to anyone.
While it would be a couple of years until she began dealing damage to my psyche, there was ZERO chance I would allow it to bud a second time around.
It wasn’t just me that was affected by what she did, apart from Brenden, who had less trauma from her than I did; thanks to my shielding him from it during our younger years, our Father probably took the biggest hit of our small three-person family.
’There are steps I need to take if I want to manipulate that b***h into doing what I have planned, and for that, I need to gather particles…but more importantly, I need to figure out what is wrong with my body.’ Following Amanda with my eyes and wearing a babyish smile as expected of my present self, I continued analyzing my situation while she spoke softly.
"Lookie here, someone’s up early today," Amanda said as she picked me up, planted several kisses on my face, and cooed at me.
’F**king disgusting, this is insufferable.’ I grumbled while acting like the baby I was supposed to be. I even went so far as to giggle and play along as she teased me as if she were a loving mother.
Technically, at this point, she was, according to what my sister and Father had told me. In the beginning, after having me and eventually Brenden, Amanda was supposedly a perfect, gentle, and loving mother who would do anything for her children.
However, I knew better; in my adult life, I had been around her for years, and I saw how childish, self-centered, and entitled Amanda was. Her lack of concern and utter disregard for others was apparent to anyone who was around her for longer than 10 minutes.
I knew that deep down, even if she was playing the part of a tender, loving mother, she was that same self-centered piece of trash that would reveal herself to be in the future.
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’If I want to give Dad a better life, the first thing I need to do is get this b***h out of here and mitigate the damage as much as possible. I have five years to do that.’
"There, my Face, my beautiful baby Boy, how about we get some breakfast so you can take your all-better juice," Amanda said as she propped me up on her hip and bounced out of my room, down the hall, and toward the kitchen.
The moment she called me the dumb nickname she only used, ’Face,’ I fought the urge to cringe; however, the following words caught my attention.
’All-better juice, what in the hell is that? Rationally speaking, I assume it should be medicine of some type. Considering the state my body is in, they must believe me to be sickly.’
’Still, I think it is just a side effect of not getting enough nutrients during the evolution process, something which is easily remedied with some supplements from the Alpha-Shop…eh…I need money for that..son of a .....’ my thoughts suddenly cut off as we entered the kitchen.
Sitting at the table was the man I had spent the last few years wishing I could have repaid, and his presence caused my soul to tremble.
’Dad…’ the thought was choked in my mind as I felt the stinging of tears rolling down my cheeks.
He looked so much younger than I remember; this wasn’t the same Dad of mine who had gone through all the difficult trials and even lived through Arkadia.
I knew that, still, it was him; it was my Father, in the prime of his life and wearing a dark green Orange County Sheriff’s Department uniform.
’Hah, that’s right, he was a cop back then; look at him though, he’s so skinny, haha,’ laughing to myself, I couldn’t help but smile widely at my Father as he sipped a cup of coffee while reading the daily newspaper.