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First Year-Chapter 3
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I found if I worked hard I could test out of classes and I was able to graduate from my British prison a year earlier than planned. My mother was pleased with herself for “breaking” me, but what she did was create a smarter, cultured and more rebellious monster but now with a sexy British accent. Women I met all around the world loved my accent. I was never close to my mother so when my father died, I did not have much excuse to return home. As a rebellious, disenchanted teenager, I spent my summer breaks partying and exploring Europe with my boarding school friends or visiting my father’s side of the family. Over time I learned to play up the aristocratic side of my heritage.
I think I am more like my father in temperament and looks than I am like my mother. She is a commanding woman of short stature with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. My father on the other hand was very strikingly different. Whereas my mother might be intimidating, my father was charming. He was tall, raven haired and had eyes that seemed to change color with his mood, clothing or the furnishings around him. I always remember thinking how beautiful my father’s eyes were. It was with a sense of pride that I accepted as a compliment, whenever anyone told me I had my father’s eyes. I suppose I inherited his skirt chasing ways too.
When I started my internship I knew I was set to inherit control of the first 1/3 of my father’s trust when I turned 25 in a few months. I had been contemplating what I would do with this money. I wasn’t sure of the exact amount, but the trust manager told me it was several million dollars. Control of that much money both frightened and excited me. I thought I would buy a condo, maybe on the beach, some new clothes, a vacation trip to somewhere exotic with Dylan and a new car, probably a convertible. That was all any healthy 25 year old needed, right? I had a penchant for fast cars like my father but I promised myself I would be more careful that he was. Getting the money from the trust fund, meant I would have to finally accept my Peabody name and all the rights and privileges, as well as burdens that came with it. I’d spent most of the last 8 years trying to blend into the average American culture and be “normal”, whatever that meant. I wanted to escape my name and my destiny but it seemed even across the country on the east coast, and even in the Mid-West, the Peabody name carried the same heavy burden as it did in LA.
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Hi, I just wanted to be first since I had to wait all weekend, did you forget about my Sat. a.m. post? Thanks Oma
Oma are you saying you want me to wait until next Sat for the next post. I can arrange that.
I know that long distance relateeionships are hard,You need to trust completely. Is Dylan unsure of herself and her drinking she will need help. Surely she want throw all her hard work away. thanks
How come Dylan always seems a bit messy? I think she is just a regular Ms. Understood. If she is shakeing Helena off maybe she has other plans, it is cold in Cleveland so maybe she needs someone to keep her warm. I guess my days got a little blury there sorry bout that, you could fix it by making me think everyday is Saturday. Thank you, Oma
Oh, the well-endowed former virgin is so going to make this love affair messy! A dry drunk with a history of abuse – poor Dylan. She has risen above her family of origin only to be scared and afraid to truly recognize her strength. Self-sabotage is one dangerous trait to possess – particular when it comes through a bottle. I think I missed a posting so I’m going to go back and read again!
Hey Squirl thanks for the link to this story. I’ve been a silent reader for awhile but I believe that has changed. I really like this story, the background on the characters is very impressive & helps the story flow a lot. Can’t wait to see what’s next. Always a pleasure to read your work. PPVS!
UH? Metro? I can’t offer Dylan a whole lot of advice about the drinking or her background. All I can say is, as lanky as she is, she better get some fucking good outerwear for winters in Cleveland. I know she’s too damn smart to have been amongst the chowder heads that had to be rescued yesterday. Yeah, ice fishing when the temperature is 50-60F. Good idea. Pass me a beer.
NO,NO, NO, NOT AT ALL, please don’t misunderstand, and sorry but I fell asleep and didn’t finish reading, but will finish when I get home. But your story slep w/me all night. hehehe. Oma
liking this…and im glad through perspnal experiences and not inspired through another t.v show.it has a different twist on things this way.
Okay, I am officially worried… we are starting out with Dylena, but it sounds like we are going to have a bit of turmoil. Is Carmen going to tempt Helena? Will Dylan fall off the wagon and jeopardize everything that is important to her? oh the drama!