So, I had a story in my head for this writing prompt but as I sat down to writing it out. I realized that my main character wasn't a male. So, I changed them to a male and then the whole thing didn't make sense in my head anymore. So, we're going to see how this pans out. Hopefully you guys will like this. Thank you again for taking the time to read my story from a writing prompt. Also just like the last I only have 30 minutes to write.
Writing Prompt #1,272
As the son of two well-known celebrities, your life has been constantly critiqued by the general public. As an actor since childhood yourself, you are feeling the strain of living in the public eye and are yearning for something much quieter. When a young woman at one of the parties your parents dragged you to approaches you offering just that, you are inclined to listen. She tells you that she can give you a break from the spotlight, requiring only an item that means something to you, and you jokingly decide to indulge her by giving her the necklace from your neck, which your father wore to his first audition. She smiles, slinking off into the crowd. Thinking you've just done something incredibly stupid, you return home for the night with your family. The next morning, you discover that no one recognizes you — not even your parents, who think you're a stranger invading their house. You are shocked to find that the entire world has forgotten you. Not a single trace of your existence exists, and it is now up to you to find the woman who cursed you to this new life without the comfort of your friends and family.
Being the oldest son of the Black family, hasn’t been the easiest to live up to. My name is Jayson Adam Black the Third. Being the 3rd Jayson makes it even harder to make my own way. Everyone keeps comparing me to my father and to my grandfather. Add in the public knowing of my family and knowing of my family from my grandfather’s started up. Black Tech Inc. So, almost all my life I’ve been in the public eye. It’s been good at times while it’s also made it extremely difficult. I wish that I wasn’t known as a celebrity within Desmoines area. I wish I could hide within plain sight.
‟Jay,” My little sister, Sophia, squeals as she runs over to me. I squat down just in time to catch her into my arms. I hug her tightly. She makes everything worth it.
‟Soph.” I say kissing the top of her head as I hold her on my hip.
‟Did you hear? Mommy and Daddy are coming home tomorrow.” She says with so much excitement as dread fills my heart. She is still too young to understand that when our parents come home it means they are mad at someone or something. About 90% of the time we are the ones that get the burnt of their anger. I smile at her. Julia, our head maid walks in.
‟Miss, Sophia” She says in French accent. ‟Time for your bath.” Sophia clings to me.
‟No.” She whines. I fight the urge to laugh.
‟Mr. Jayson.” She bows at me. I nod at her. She knows I don’t like her bowing for me but my mother told her she had to.
‟Julia.” I say back. ‟Soph, it’s time for you to get ready for bed.” I say tickling her. She squeals and squirms trying to get away. I let her slide down from my hip and she shakes her head making her blonde curls bounce around her oval face.
‟No,” She says stomping her foot. ‟I don’t want to.” She crosses her arms. I hear Julia sigh. Sophia has been this way for the last two years. I don’t really know what changed but for a six year old, it seem normal. While that’s what the online videos I’ve seen suggest. I look over at Julia and see she is fighting to keep her voice even.
‟Sophia, I know you don’t want a bath. You need one tonight, because your mommy and daddy are coming home tomorrow. Don’t you want to be nice and clean for them?” She asks with more patience than I could ever maintain.
‟But.” Sophia sighs then looks down at the ground. ‟Fine.” She says defeated. She then runs away and her blonde curls flying behind her. I turn back towards Julia and see her shoulder fall.
‟You did better than I would’ve.” I say to her and she looks over at me.
‟Sir, you’re not giving yourself credit. She looks up to you and all it would’ve took for her to agree, was you saying you’ll tuck her in after her bath. She loves you, just like she loves your parents.” She points at me. ‟I’ve seen a lot of things in my 45 years of being a house maid. I know more than you are willing to say.” She turns and leave me wondering what she is talking about. ‟I hope you have a good time tomorrow night.” She calls over her shoulder as she closes the bathroom door. Tomorrow? What’s going on tomorrow? I turn to head back to my room. Once I get there I see a suit laid over my office chair with a note. I sigh knowing Julia is the one that put it in her. I pick up the note.
Dear Jayson the third,
You are to be wearing this tomorrow night. As we,
I sigh knowing that they aren’t including Sophia in that we. They never do when it’s a black tie event. I keep reading.
Have an engagement party. You are to attend with us and hopefully you find a nice sophisticated young lady there. We’ve took the liberty of picking out a suit for you to wear.
Love,
Mom and Dad.
I crumble the note and let out another sigh. Fuck you, guys. I think as I throw the note at my wall. I don’t even bother picking up the suit. I storm back out of my room and down to the kitchen. I pour me two fingers of scotch. I sit at the table and slowly drink it.
‟Jay” I hear Sophia, holler from the top of the stairs. I chug the rest of it and head towards the stairs. As I get closer I hear Julia.
‟Sophia, what’s wrong?” Julia asks.
‟Does Mommy and Daddy love me like Jay does?” She asks sounding heart broken. ‟They never spend time with me.”
‟Oh, sweetheart. They do love you.” Julia says and my blood boils with anger. Those fuckers don’t understand that they’ve fucked up their only two kids!
