The image of Richie's father was finally given pause."I know my father loved me! Don't give me this BULLSHIT that he didn't!" Then explain to me why I...m here now!" his father thundered. "Why am I here telling you these things? Why am I giving you exactly what you deserve?!"Richie's face screwed up in anguish. "Because all of this is coming from me, not you! I'm the one that hates me, not you! I-I'm the one that can't s-stand what I've become!"The image of Richie's father staggered back as if. “We’ll talk about it later,” Micah confirmed. “Talk about what?” Cheryl asked, peeling herself away from the collection of bags, tissue paper, and boxes. “The future,” Drew said. He looked at his watch. “Keep an eye on the time,” he cautioned her. Cheryl straightened up fully and looked directly at him. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” “You know better than that,” Drew answered evenly. “I just don’t want you to have to come up with any more weird excuses. I worry about you.” Cheryl leaned. It was set under palm trees that gave the campers some shelter from the hot summer sun.The beach was set in a small bay that was a popular recreational fishing spot. There was also wind surfing, boating, water skiing, all available from the beach concessionaires. A real family holiday spot.I had just turned 17 that summer, my sister an annoying 13. My dad ran the family business, a wholesalers, taking over from my grandfather.I guess you could say I had a silver spoon in my mouth, but I never. You arrive home from work and collapse on the couch. It was an exhaustingly long day at the firm, and you just wanted to relax. You closed your eyes and began to fall asleep."John Doe, aged 27, single."a voice said.Your eyes shoot open and look at the clock. It is seven p.m., meaning you had slept for three hours. Night had started to fall."Was that voice a dream?"you wondered."I am no dream, silly mortal."You rub your eyes and sit up. You then notice a nude Elizabeth Gilllies standing in your.