Protect My Legacy

It had been a trying twenty twenty, lost of a well paying job just the time we had upgraded to a much richer, nicer area in Jacksonville Florida, Green Cove Springs. I sat at my computer, my dinosaur of a machine, checking of all things, Craigslist, remember that site?

I was considering gigs, jobs, anything, then I reflected on my life. I am better than this, I mean, shoot, I could apply for a teaching job or some managerial position. I then fired up a Gog game and began playing a title called "Planetfall". Later that evening my bride came home with my twenty + year old youngest. My middle son was hard at work at the local gym coaching 'privates' as a cheerleading coach. My eldest eventually sauntered in from her job at Via.

My Bride and I went for a walk outside our neighborhood. On our way back we prayed as usual, then, hastily racing back to the house, the pregnant sky was about to be delivered. A few droplets had fallen on us so we hit the showers, taking turns because of the four by four size cubicle. Besides she is not the type eager to 'fool around' though she is seeing all this.

In bed, we played the card game 'Five Crown', I wish I was an affiliate, maybe next time. The game went well as usual, we played for two sets I won the first then she won the last.

A rumble of thunder sounded low in the distance as I snuggled behind my bride, minded to get in position as we sleep....eh ehm. I ran my hand across her stomach, which had shrunk a lot because of her new Gundry diet. She then held my hand tight and mumbled something about some bug or stomach ache, I was about to flip over when she pulled my hand tighter, asking if, for one night couldn't I just hold her. I accepted and snuggled in closer.

I did not know when I fell asleep but my stomach felt terrible, I woke up retching, a sickening metallic taste at the back of my throat, stumbling out of bed, reaching for my night stand and missing in confusion, I landed on the floor, emptying the contents of my young body. glancing around slightly dazed, the tiny apartment was a mess, clothing strewn about the floor, I felt sick, looking up I stumbled to the bathroom at the opposite end of my bed room, yet assuredly moving eyes shut in the right direction.

Avoiding my recent puddle, the metallic taste now mingled with sour acid, fish and Pizza? Triggered another round of retching, in the bathroom I was gob-smacked being shocked did not cut it. I almost swallowed the putrid gargle in my mouth, after switching on the light the face and bare body in the mirror was not mine, yet it was. I spat it out in the sink, but before I could get a handle on the image my stomach churned, again, I the toilet and doubled over letting it fly, again and again.

Up again at the sink I ran the water rinsing it out. Then washing my hand, cupped it and drank a mouth full of sink water.(delicious) my stomach began to subside. My eyes widen as a creeping smile roamed across my face. Turning to the room I exited the bathroom, then went back in for another look at my reflection, Who am I. I said. This is straight up Quantum leap in the flesh. I was strangely relaxed and super excited. I stood looking in the glass at this handsome spongy faced young man. Then a slight pain in my head said "Ryland Kirkwood Sommers" then I remembered my mother and grand mother. My Grandmothers name was Kiraina Aleasa Young. And my Mothers name was hasgehjs hsgdjsks. I was in a state of understood confusion, I had leaped into my great grandson, I went into the bedroom proper and wondered who poisoned my grandson, I will have blood for blood. Then I saw a letter beside the bed and a bottle of sleeping pills, my first guess and corroborated by my latent memory.

Thoughts flooded my mind, this time with no pain, I remembered everything in reverse, the campus drug store where I had purchased the bottle of Med-pyrin. then at the back of the school where,...this was the ugly little girl, my grandson liked or was infatuated with, who was using him for money and name, in my opinion.

I/he attended his gran-aunties school Kujamly Academy a sophomore, and was a small forward on the schools basketball team, The Kujamly Lions, known for being the third ranked school in the nation. I sat on the bed and wept for my boy, as the pain of seeing the love of his life in the back of the cafeteria with a third year doing a little more than making out.

The look on her mashed up ugly little face was both pissing me off and heart braking, as I felt love for her cute little ratface and hate at the same time. She was Pasha Prahdra, Indian not Native American, She was as some say, dot not feather. Her dark complexion was exotic, and painful as two sets of feelings struggled within me.

I felt all hope is lost, then my senior feeling kicked in and said "I'm a player bru, they named me lover for mercy's sake." My mind flashed on the other girls in his classroom over the years, it seemed as though I had an iPhone like command of his memories to use as I see fit. Scrolling through his mind, I noticed Tara, she was a beautiful redhead, then Sarai she was a lighter complexioned Indian, then several others, my personal harem began to over shadow the grief. I folded the letter without reading it, I remembered writing the contents reopening it I tore it up, then headed to the kitchenette and threw it into the trash.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, it was kissy kylie, my cousin, we looked too much alike, she being a year older than me, her great gran had started the school, her mother's name was nssjedh jnejsk. I opened the door just a little, being undressed. seeing her face brought back a flood of memories, memories of her kissing me on the mouth numerous games for luck, just to upset my female fans at the basketball games, calling me big brother while playing innocent. I suppose that is what you get for growing up within an anime household.

"Give me a minute." I said. "Why? to get dressed, I already seen that little peckerwood, kirkwood." She retorted. "When was that?" I said, Scrolling back in my iPhone mind, I saw, as a ten year old we shared the same babysitter, Shelly Myers, who would bathe us together to save time and water, saying that lil boys are just like lil girls, both have nothing to hide. I remember and saw myself looking at her line and wondering what that was, later at age twelve I had visited a porn site and jumpstarted my sexual education. "Oh that's what that line was." I said to my twelve year old self then to Kylie I said rather annoyed "We were kids, girl, that don't count." She pushed the door to the extent of the night latch and blurted "Well let me see it now, cause you're still my lil cousin." Dream on lil sis I said from the closet area putting on my uniform, we were both living in the dorms, scheduled to go home every weekend to spend time with our parents. As highs schoolers we were being taught paying rent, cleaning, personal care skills, sexual responsibilities, early independence etc. etc.

I sighed, as my adult self; "Daria this sounded like a good idea but, how could it compensate or account for a broken heart. Ryland why didn't you reach out, Son." I held back the tears, determined to be the best Ryland for the family, I alone will bare the burden of his passing. Grabbing my JD-compression hoverboard, with my back pack, wallet, school id, giving a quick glance at the room, the bottle of sleeping pills, gone, the bed made, the clothes in the hamper, the puddle wiped up, with a check mark on everything, I headed out, it was six thirty. Kylie and I walked together, toward the Uriah Young Auditorium for morning assembly and the prep service. Obviously she did not know about Pasha, and I was not going to tell her though they were good friends.