Tell Her I Can Sing (chapter 2, up now)
Alisa_Crawford:
Tell Her I Can Sing
The name Astor is usually accompanied by the thought of fame, fortune...perfection. But we are not related to John Jacob Astor, by blood or by fortune. My father, Edward Astor, unfortunately married a woman named Samantha. At the time, he knew her well, but didn't know her well enough to the know the person she didn't want him to know.
Samantha became pregnant with their first child, my older brother, and even then Dad didn't notice. He was too happy to notice anything besides the fact that the woman he "loved" was going to have his baby.
But even pregnant, she would go behind his back and love others. It was always more than one, but Dad would only ever find out about one of them. Me and my brother, however, would always secretly know that wasn't the truth.
Henry Astor was their first son, and Dad loved him so much, and again he was blinded by his own happiness.
Shortly after Henry, I was born, and I was named Craig Astor.
After I was born, Dad started catching on to Samantha. She'd be out late without her phone, come home at two or three in the morning.
Without knowing it, they fought just downstairs, and Samantha would always start it. Poking, shoving...anything to make Dad mad.
Finally, after she came home so late, he told her to leave...
...and she did so gladly, without once turning back to make sure Henry and I were happy. She didn't call to check on us and she never came by again to see us.
Dad did what he could to make sure we were okay and happy.
Henry would forever look up to Dad, and I think Dad would look up to Henry as well. I would sometimes catch him looking at him in an admiring way. Henry was always tough and made everyone sure that he was okay.
And all the while, Dad never forgot about me. Henry was a demon on the piano and always played. Dad and I would dance or encourage him. He'd tried teaching me a few times, but I could never make my hands go together all at once.
By the time I was a teenager, everything that had been around when Samantha was there was gone. The wall color had changed, pictures were put up and taken down...
But Henry was always glued to the piano.
The walls of our--Henry and mine--room were littered with drawings I'd done, things that twisted menacingly around the bed. Dad would joke, saying I needed to have a talk with a psychiatrist. Though I'd laugh, I was kind of sure he was right.
Dad and Samantha's wedding photo, which had once hung in their--his--bedroom was now nothing more than a memory he'd rather think of as a nightmare.
hiiammregg:
cool
is there a second part?
Astral Faery:
Ooh - good writing and nice beginning. I hope there's more - I'd love to see it. Craig is a beautiful teen!
ImpishParody:
I love the beginning :D
Can't wait to see where this goes, you write really well :)
Alisa_Crawford:
Thanks, guys, but through lots of careful tweeking, there are now changes, which means I need to rewrite. And yes... Craig (in the newer version his name will be Briar) is a beautiful teen, but sadly none of those pictures show it well. For some reason, I can only take one picture at a time, and every time I take another it overwrites the last one. So all those were stills form videos I took.
Maybe I'll have to start posting from Photobucket instead of TinyPic, or do something else. Does anyone know a good way to get fairly good pictures from the Sims 2, other than using the camera?
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