This is the first scenario it starts with more like a fast forward in the future… like the end of story
BANG!
The bullet punched Flaire in the abdomen.
The pain brought him back to Earth while
Knocking him off his feet. As he fell to
his knees the thought of how he got
there lingered his mind.
“Say your last prayer” said the man on the other side of the gun.
Flaire Knellis asked himself how he got there but to say he didn’t deserve it would be absurd. It’s a long story, one that is filled with betrayal, greedy men and of course death, but for one to understand it well one will need to start from the beginning.
Being a wealthy family, one would be content to welcome their second born. But not the Curtis, as soon as Jimmy was born his dad became bitter and his mother became. She was always distant, Jimmy basically had nannies for mothers.
This is the other scenario goes like this well it’s in 1st person but that can be changed
In 1989 I was born as Jimmy Curtis up until and in 2013, when I was reborn as Flaire Knellis. This is not your ordinary story, well mine is filled with betrayal, rapacious men, and death. And because it’s my story allow me to tell it right way, the I remember it.
Born into a family of trouble, my mother knew I was bound to get trapped in the troubles the family swinged with. My father being Symon Curtis, was a top man at his craft, drugs and of course money laundering. Being his son my parents feared the worst me. So when I was three years my parents gave me away. I think they just never liked me and wanted to justify their action. They gave me away to uncle Hennessy. Word on the street say he loved Hennessy so much, people started calling him Hennessy and the name got stuck to him like some chewed gum. Well uncle Hennessy was supposed to raise me as his own, unfortunately I always drove him insane with my whiling that he gave me away to Godparents. Being a child who bounced from house to house one might think I was drained, but that was the opposite. I had a plan, to get tossed around until I land at my parents' house. That didn’t happen, instead my Godparents put up with me and even adopted me. When asked why they didn’t change my last name they always said they didn’t want to disrespect anyone. I think they saw it as disrespect to my father if I ever changed my last name. When I turned ten I was asked what I wanted for my birthday, all I asked for was to meet my parents. At first my godmother rejected my request, but after several tantrums she ended up changing her mind. My godfather didn’t say anything about it, he barely said much. I feel like if he could’ve stopped me from going my life would’ve turned out differently.
I still remember the day I went to meet them like it was a week ago. So my godfather drove me to an elite neighborhood. He then walked me to the doorstep of a mansion, kissed me on the forehead and walked away. So there I stood asking myself if I should knock or go straight in, at some point of thinking I wanted to turn around and go home, but I gathered my courage and rang the doorbell.
Tidooooo
The door slightly opened and behind it stood a man with a pistol.
“Who are you looking for not?” asked the strange man
“I’m here to my mother and father sir” I slowed answered
“You have the wrong address” insisted the man
“I don’t think so, is this not the Curtis residence?” I said
“Boss, I think you have a visitor!” yelled the man
“Send them right in” answered a voice
“It’s a kid…” said the man as he looked at me
“ I’m busy send them in” answered the voice
“You heard the man, come in…”
I got into the house and immediately got mesmerized by what stood in front of me. A gigantic piano stood in the middle of the room, white as snow yet simple. A flight of staircases took my breath, it was meticulously built, as it gently rose to the heavens. I was starting to ask myself how many stories it was when’s beautiful chandelier caught my gaze. It was ginormous and detailed for perfection.
“Right this way…” said