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A Change Of Face - The Prequel

... I would have that kind of happy ending, but it let me know that I didn't have to keep on going in the direction I was heading. Yeah, my grandfather was one tricky old man. About a week before it was time to go home we sat in the family room and I started opening up to him about my life. It wasn't intentional. The words just started flowing. If anything I said horrified him then he did a good job hiding it. All I could see was love and compassion when I looked into his eyes. When I was done he held open his arms and I fell into them, sobbing uncontrollable. I fell asleep like that and woke up the next morning laying in his lap with a blanket tossed over me. We were still on the couch and the sun was shining down on us. My grandfather eyes were open as he smiled down at me. I doubt he slept a single wink the entire night. For the first time in a long time I felt safe. Grandfather being grandfather, he brought up God one last time before I left. I cut him off and told him in no uncertain terms that I didn't believe in Him anymore. Grandfather just laughed and said, "Bullshit." I was stunned. You have to understand. My grandfather didn't curse...ever. He then added that there was no way I could be so angry at someone who didn't exist. It gave me a lot to think about on the flight home. An hour later I had to admit that yes, I still did believe in God. I just wasn't all that happy with Him at the moment. A few hours later when my plane was landing was the moment I realized that I ...

... was sixteen and wanted to walk away from everything I'd become and start over. It's also when I realized that doing so wasn't going to be easy. I decided not to do anything too drastic until I had a plan. I had a week before I had to go back to school. I figured I should be able to come up with something before then. One option was to run away, but like I said already, as bad as things were I didn't want to do that. Deep down, I knew that it would only make things worse. Plus, it would hurt my parents and they didn't deserve that. Another option was to wait until I was eighteen before disappearing. I could walk away from my old life completely at that point, get a job and make a life for myself, but what kind of a life would it be? I didn't have a particular gift that I could use to make money. I'd probably end up in some minimum wage job just fighting to pay the rent. Besides, what was I supposed to do for two years? I mulled over joining the army. I could do that at seventeen with parental consent. That wouldn't be easy to get, but I thought I could convince them to agree if I got grandfather on my side. The thought of leaving my current life behind a year earlier was very tempting, but in the end I decided not to take that path either. I loved my country, but I could never really picture myself in the army. I knew my parents plans were for me to go to college, get a degree and hopefully meet a handsome young man soon after graduating that I would marry. I would then have a ...