The girl in the Window
Jake stood in the entrance to the once grand and opulent but
now empty room that served as his office in the long since abandon estate. Drawing in a lung full of smoke he pulled the
half burned cigarette away from his lips and exhaled in an exasperated and defeatist
manner.
He gazed at the hole in the roof where the imported, antique,
Austrian crystal chandelier once hung in the middle of a huge carved medallion hand
painted in 24 Karat gold leaf that was violently ripped down and now stood a
reminder of how desperate he had become.
The handmade desk, a replica of the president’s desk in the
oval office, mahogany filing cabinets, and marbled top assistants desks torn
open, and broken into with the papers strewn about still reflected in his mind,
fresh and clear as if it were still like that.
In the bottom right corner the lawn chair slowly appeared, a
thought he had so desperately tried to suppress, the reason for what was
now. His hand trembled as he drew off
his cigarette in the same way but this time tensing his face into a grimace his
thought tightened and a tear came to his eye.
This was the spot they had found him. He laid there unconscious and near death, the
needle still hanging out of his arm, yet to him a state of ecstasy,
comfortable, euphoric in a beautiful wonderful world of chemical delight. Things couldn’t have been better, he had
finally escaped the harsh reality of the cruel world and found his eternal
bliss, this was the high that would never end, or so he had thought again, as
he had done an immeasurable amount of times before.
He had fallen so
hard, wondering where he had lost control and why he hadn’t noticed before he reached
the bottom. He fought for years to pull
himself back up and had finally done it, not to the point he was before, but to
a clean respectable level.
There, standing in the window, as she was as a child, his
precious reason for living, and the reason for his recovery. The beautiful and
strong woman she became, and yet the remembrance of her childhood innocence and
wonderment that kept her staring out the window hours on end that snapped him
back into a reality that wasn’t as bad as he had perceived after Lorraine had
left.
He was grateful that he had protected her from himself by
setting up a fund that he couldn’t touch when she was born. She was at school abroad
when he collapsed and would never know what had really happened, and that was
for the better. He was a success after
all. She never lost that curious and
innocent child in the window.
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