It was almost 2am the sky outside was pitch black yet beautiful, the moon was shining in all its glory and Henry Mathews was in Ecstasy doing what he usually did , whiling away his time by getting high on drugs, drinking booze or getting laid. He was 23 years old, incredibly handsome with mesmerizing blue eyes which, if you looked into would leave you speechless or completely captivated. With a much defined face and high cheek bones, he had thick shiny black hair that framed his face and jetted out in different directions. He was almost 6 foot 3 inches tall with a muscular well built chiseled body which looked like God had carved it to perfection. So all in all he had to put no effort into his looks he was handsome and he knew it. All the girls threw themselves at him. He was living the life of a superstar. He loved every minute of it.
All of us dream about the life of fame when we are with our friends or alone at night in the comfort of our beds. We dream about the money the servants the luxury, we want people shouting our names when we get out of our cars, and we want our faces on the cover of the best selling magazine. We want to be someone else. And it is these dreams that give us comfort when we have had a bad day and we close our eyes wondering if these dreams could ever come true. But little do we know that even the life of a superstar is not all spectacular or luxurious and that was Henry Mathew’s case
He would come to this particular place Ecstasy (a club for the rich and famous of California) to get his mind off of things or just to get laid. Spoiled since birth, Henry thought the world revolved around him. That secretly every girl wanted to marry him and that every guy wanted to be him which was true as well. He was a charmer. Who ever he came across loved him but we’re not sure whether that love was genuine or just love for his money. He had a whole entourage of fake friends like most famous people do. These people are like leeches sucking on the benefits of having rich friends like a brand new Mercedes as a birthday present or a free cruise ride for a wedding gift. There love and friendship has materialistic motives and no loyalty can be expected out of them.
His worries were petty if not completely ridiculous. All he had to fret about was which new toy to buy and how to ask dad to pay for it. And when I say toy, I mean the latest Aston Martin or Bugatti Veyron. He had no job, however he did star in movies and TV shows just for the heck of it. His father owned THE BEVERLY HILLS hotels. He was second in command to run the business after his older brother Eric. His brother on the other hand was a person completely different than him. He was just as handsome, if not more and had married the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, Cassandra. They had made a beautiful daughter together whom they named Abigail. And this little baby girl was the only girl Henry had ever loved with all his heart.
So Henry was in his usual groove, drunk as a lord with one girl sitting on his lap, nibbling his ear while the other was busy sticking her tongue down his throat when his phone began to ring, it was now 3am he wondered who would call him at this time, he checked the caller id and unluckily it was his father. Hesitantly he answered the call trying his best to sound sober. The music being too loud he could only make out half of what it father was saying. His father sounded frantic, his heart began to beat faster and faster as he heard the words “CAR ACCIDENT … ERIC … ABIGAIL ... HURRY ... HOSPITAL.” He felt sick, like someone had punched him in his gut. He pushed the girls off of him and grabbing his friend Luke hurried out of the club.