FACING THE PAST
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Note: Okay guys here we go. I’ve had this idea for doing a Rick’s past kind of story, and I’ve seen some on other sites that are like what I’m about to do, and I promise I thought of this long before I saw the others its in a notebook at my house so if you don’t believe me then come here and I’ll show you.
Chapter 1: Mary-Elizabeth
It had been two years since her parents were killed in the car crash, and life for Mary-Elizabeth O’Connell had not been easy. She was 22 now, and pretty much on her own, living in Chicago with a friend from school. She worked in a factory sewing clothing, and hated her job, but it was better than not having money enough to buy food for herself. It had not been an easy life, really ever. Her parents had been so strict on her when they were alive, making sure she was a proper young woman, which she was not, and not supportive of any of her dreams. When they passed away, and she was rummaging through the things in their house, she came across a box of stuff. An old glove, and a baseball, and a cap. Then a picture of a boy, well maybe someone in his late teens. Seeing his picture made her remember about her brother, and she was angered that her parents had never once talked about him, and that she had forgotten about him. Knowing that he was now her only living relative, made her desperate to find him, and really she didn’t know if he was still alive. For the past two years since she found his picture, she had been dreaming about the night he left.
She had been four then, and Richard was 18. She remembered being afraid of a thunderstorm, and running into his room, only to find that he was dressed to leave. She had asked him where he was going, and he had lifted her on to his bed, telling her that for now it was best for him to go away. Even at four she knew that his reasons for leaving was because he and their father fought allot, about things she didn’t understand. She had begged him not to go, but he had gone anyway, and since that time her parents had never spoke of him, and soon she forgot she ever had a brother.
Today she was hoping to get word back from the Foreign Legion about his possible location. Mary-Elizabeth had talked to one of her brothers best friends at the time who told her the last he knew Rick had joined up with them. It had not been easy to figure out how to contact them, and she had gone downtown to a government building and gotten an address to mail to them, and for a year now she had waited. When she got home to her little apartment she was please to find a letter marked from Paris France. Once inside she settled at the table and opened it. The letter told her that he had been living in Egypt, and was part of a famous archeological find. That sent her to the library to the periodicals, and she soon found what she needed. There was a picture of three people standing in front of the Museum in Cairo Egypt, and the caption read that they had located Hamunaptra. Other periodicals talked about the find as a hoax, and then she found a more recent one about a place called Ahm-Shere, and it referred her to a or series published by Evelyn O’Connell, in affiliation with the Bembride Scholars. The only thing she got from the book was that Mrs. O’Connell was Curator at the British Museum, so London was where she would go.
It was raining outside, and inside Rick O’Connell was picking up toys his 11 month old daughter had gotten out, while she was down for her nap. It wasn’t a job that took him long, because Elizabeth wasn’t a messy child. She was already a little lady, more delicate than Alex had been at her age, and easier to care for. After the toys were put away, Rick settled on the sofa and closed his eyes, only to find dreams that were not ones he wanted to be having.
It was the same dream. He had been out with his friends practically all night, and when he got home his father, Robert O’Connell was waiting for him. They had a huge fight about him being more responsible, and helping out around the house with chores, and Rick had laughed at him, getting punched in response. His father had told him he could be a member of the family and lend a hand, or he cold leave. After that punch Rick chose the later of the two, and that night had packed his bags, ready to leave when Mary-Elizabeth came in. It had not been easy to tell her he was leaving, and she begged him to take her with him, but he refused causing her to cry. When she fell asleep in his arms, he had laid he in bed, then without turning around left her and his family for a life of adventure.
A clap of thunder woke him up and he went upstairs to make sure his little princess was still asleep, finding that she was not.
“Did that wake you?” He asked as he lifted her out of her crib, and settled with her in the rocking chair. She rested hr head against his chest and it didn’t take long for her to go back to sleep, secure and safe in her fathers strong arms. As he held her he thought of his sister, and of his past. Evelyn knew about the fight with his father, but not about Mary-Elizabeth. He thought about trying to find them, but the hurt of that night ran deep, and even now at 33, he was not able to face going back to that place, and reopening old wounds.
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