Sooner or Later ...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Trey was a typical teenager learning how to drive. His dad being his coach they always drove together. Driving one day, Trey was trying to make that turn on Temescal Canyon Road in Riverside, California. He refused to pull over, when he tried to turn the car wasa his and his dad was killed instantly. 5 years later he is still blamed for it by his older sister. Trey is returning home for the first time since the accident to celebrate his mothers birthday. What will happen when the two siblings reunite? Find out by Reading!

Submitted: May 11, 2011

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It was a sunny day in Riverside, California when Trey Saunders and his father Jonathon Saunders were driving along Temescal Canyon Road, palm trees lining the sides. The two were practicing for Trey’s final driving test. At 17 years old, Trey couldn’t wait to get his license. “Hey, d-do you think I c-could borrow the car?” Trey asked hesitantly “after I get my license of course …” His dad looked at him and chuckled.
“Yeah Trey, you sure can” he said “after you get your license.” The turn off to Cojalco Road was in Trey’s view now; this was his weakness turning off onto another road. He began shaking slightly; this was when his nerves usually got the best of him, when he usually pulled over. I’m not pulling over this time Trey thought I’m finishing this. “You don’t have to do this Trey, you can pull over,” were Jonathon Saunders’ final words, Trey heard nothing but a crunch, then everything went black.
A 22 year old Trey woke up from the vivid dream to a thought, Exactly Trey, you don’t have to do this, you don’t have to go. He shook his head, “No, I’m sick of running,” he said. Trey got up out of the haven he called his bed and walked over to the window, sadness washing over him as the old black car pulled into the parking spot in front of the apartment building to drive him to his mothers 50th birthday.
As he walked away from the window he collected his clothing he would wear that day and made his way to the small bathroom. What about Andie? He thought. Can you really handle her? The thought of his 23 year old sister made him cringe. He could still see that glare of hatred from years ago. Leaving the question unanswered, he looked back at his apartment then turned around and left after locking his door. He saw his mother’s old, glowing face as he wandered toward the dreaded black car, (part of the reason he wasn’t driving) he waved, and surprisingly, he smiled. 
 
 
Later
Trey walked through the front door of his former home and put his bag down. He threw off his shoes and picked up his bag, he made his way to his old basement bedroom. Seeing the old wooden door brought back a lot of memories as he walked towards it and turned the door handle that was almost broken. He burst into tears as he saw all the old posters, all put up by his dad when he was young. The paint was peeling and the bedspread was still airplanes. Everything brought back memories of his dad. On the nightstand sat a picture of the family, the same one that was taken this day 12 years ago. They were at the beach; dad had asked a stranger to take their picture.
“Man I miss those days, nothing to worry about, just being a kid.” Trey said, not intending for anyone else to hear.
“And dad was still here.” It was Andie. He tried to storm out of the room, but it didn’t work out as planned. “What? You gonna try to leave? Try to run away from your problems?” Andie paused. “Go ahead Trey, you haven’t visited mom in 4 years, like it’s going to make a difference if you miss her 50th birthday.” Andie walked out of the room then, left Trey standing there completely numb.
 The large garage was decorated with many things; A “Happy 50th Birthday” banner and streamers of blue, green and orange decorated the ceiling.  Trey walked into the room hours after the encounter with Andie wearing dress pants and a somewhat dressy shirt. On the main table in the center of the garage sat a cake with large blue candles that were shaped like “50”. It was a layer cake decorated with white cream cheese icing; orange sprinkles decorating the sides. In the corner of his eye, Trey saw many people he knew. His grandparents were talking to Andie, the neighbours were wishing mom a happy birthday. With a gift in hand, he made his way towards the small table beside the cake and put the box with the others.
“Wow you actually got her something,” Again, it was Andie. “Yeah I did, is it so hard to believe that I actually care?” Trey said, quietly so nobody but Andie would hear.
“You come home after 4 years and expect us all to think you care?” Andie said. “You’re nothing but a selfish jerk who can’t admit his mistakes Trey. “So, yeah it’s pretty hard Trey”
The words cut through Trey like a blade. “First, you know exactly why I don’t come home. Mom blames me too; I just got sick of it all.” Trey said, his heart felt like a black hole by that point. “Cut it out! Jeez, you two can’t just get along for one night?” It was their mom, she partially whispered to the two siblings. “That’s all I ask, forget about what happened and celebrate my birthday,” she walked away, getting the door because of the oncoming guests at the door. Everyone in the room began turning their heads to see what was happening. It wasn’t until then that Trey noticed the amount of people at the party.
Trey looked at Andie, wondering if she would ever forgive him. He then looked at his aging mother, walking to the front of the room where a single microphone stood on a stage. “I’d like to welcome everyone who came to celebrate my 50th birthday with me.” Jo Ann Saunders glowed as she stood on stage, speaking to the room. “I believe my daughter, Andrea, would like to say a few words”. Trey watched as his sister made her way up to the stage.
 “If my father were here to enjoy this, I know he would absolutely cherish all of you being here. Thank you all for making it. I’d like to make a special thanks to my brother for making it after 4 years of being away from home.”
Andie looked at Trey with an arrogant glare, no matter how much it may have hurt him, and he kept it to himself as he slowly walked out of the garage. He looked at the front of his childhood home. His father and grandfather had built it with their bare hand. Putting their blood, sweat and tears into the beautiful home. An unwanted tear slid down his cheek. He looked at the photographs on the wall of his former home, some of his father and mother, some of Trey as a child and some of Andie. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbed a pen and a notepad and began to write...
It had been hours since Trey had left the party when Andie’s mom had finally requested that she go look for her brother. “Alright mom,” she said with a sigh and slowly walked out of the garage and through the front door of her childhood home. “Trey!” she yelled from the front door as she took off her shoes. No answer. She walked towards the kitchen and yelled his name again. No answer.  She walked towards the basement, making her way towards Trey’s childhood bedroom. Opening the door, she noticed a piece of paper on his bed. It was written in his hand.
Andie,
I’m sorry. Tell mom I’m sorry, this isn’t her fault.
 I wish you would forgive me, Andie. I know it’s my fault dad’s gone.
I’ve never truly forgiven myself, and I don’t think I ever will. I apologize for
hurting you. I am truly sorry, Andie. I wish this all had never happened.
Wish mom a happy birthday for me.
I’ll tell dad how much you all miss him.
Love,
Trey
All she could do was stare in disbelief as she realized what the piece of paper meant. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks, “Trey” she whispered “Trey, I’m so sorry.” She wondered how her mom would react, losing her husband and her son in a matter of 5 years. She picked up a nearby pen and wrote the three words that were on her mind onto the note; she put the note on the pillow and left it there.
I forgive you…


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