Prologue
We play in the backyard like always; it was a habit for us, both of us being only child, and our parents being the best of friends. The Prett and the Octave relationship go back to generations, and both are the richest family in this small town, both owning a large land on both of its side. Today, I was at the Prett's place, playing with Abigail Prett. Abigail and I have been friends for fifteen years, she's the perfect girl. We're standing on the river stand in the far back of her house. It was barely three in the afternoon.
"Come on Ronald." She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the river edge. "We got this after noon to ourselves, no deep thinking."
But she didn't know what I was thinking. She doesn't know what I've been thinking for the past ten years. I heard a car engine far away, I could identify that engine, anywhere, it was my father's, and I was leaving. We didn't have all after noon, only a few minutes.
"Abby." I said her nickname and she look up smiling. "I need to tell you something."
"What is it Ronnie." I smile at her nickname for me. Not even my mom dare call me Ronnie. I only wanted to hear that name from her lips.
"I like you."
"I like you too." She said, her red hair falling on her face with the wind.
"No, I mean, I like you, I really, really, like you." I said, starring into what I could see of her blue eyes. "No, I don't like you, I love you. I don't know, there just something about the way your hair falls in your face, and how soft your skin and white your skin is, is like-"
"I know what you're gonna 'your skin's like porcelain.' You won't be the first." She rolls her eyes, and it hurt me, she wasn't taking me serious.
"Abby, I'm serious. I love you. I've love you since..." I thought for a moment, before looking back at her. "I've loved you since the moment we met."
"Ron. That was fifteen years ago." She said, shocked.
"I know." I told her, pulling her closer to me. "I love you so much it hurts."
"Ronnie." She wraps her arms around me. "I love you too."
I pull back and lean down to kiss her. Our first kiss, it was just like I wanted it to be, in our favorite spot. We pull back and smile at each other, then lean in to kiss again.
"Ronald!" We heard the distant call of my father and we both pull away from each other.
We turn our heads to look at the main house, where our parents stood at the entrance of the house, smiling at each other, "is time to go home Ronald." My mom call and we both sigh, starting to make our way back home.
The ride home was short; after all we only lived a few miles down. When we got home my parents led me to my dad's office.
"Ronald, we've got some news for you." My father said, sitting in his chair.
"What is it, father?" I asked, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk, as my mom stood behind him.
"You know, you being our only son mean you have to gain control of the family company when you're older." My family owns a merchandise company; it created games, electronics, and clothes. The Prett's though, owned a couple of hotels here and there, with a few stores, where most of our products are sold.
"Yes father, I know." I said, looking at him.
"Well, to be able to take over the company you're going to have to study business, and many other things." He said, and I nodded waiting to see where he was going with this. "That's why your mother and I have decided to send you to another school where these qualities are well taught." He paused for a moment awaiting my reaction. New school, no problem, it doesn't matter as long as I can still see Abby everyday. "This other school is over seas, in America."
"WHAT!" I stood up so fast that my chair stumbles back. "No! I won't go!"
"Is not a matter of whether you want to go or not. You're going and that's final." My father said standing up. "I suggest you go to sleep now. You leave first thing tomorrow."
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