T.B.G.S. Mystery of Alexei Chapter three
I typed on my laptop in a crazed flurry, Russian history sites popped in every direction. I found that the Alexei boy, was a hemophiliac type B, which means that he bleeds on the inside when ever he was bumped. So, it made sense. When he fell in my dream, I saw blood. Plus Aleksay was the royal alternative to Alexei, and that he was the basic last prince to Russia. Funny, he didn't look like a prince. his clothes looked more like the hobos or crack-addicts we have here, in New York. I also learned that he and his family were brutally murder in the Ipatiev house when he was nearly fourteen years old. I clicked a link and landed on a picture of a bullet riddled, striped wall. I flashed back to my dream, the wall that hovered above my head. I pondered a while at the large holes in the wall, when a new tab opened on my screen. My father's face was before me on the webcam.
"Hello, Sunshine," my father's tan face lit up as he saw my Hello Kitty pajamas," bedtime already?" I nodded, using one hand to rub my eye."How's your mother?"
"Not here. She's taking Kathy's shift, she won't be back until the morning." I yawned, after all, it was 10:47 P.M. " It's nice seeing you again, Old man." I paused," Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you know about Russia?"
"Nothing, except the fact they scare me out of my wits as a child. We had to do drills, you know." What my father was talking about was the fact in the 1950's, they had to do constant drills incase a bomb were to hit. My parents had me when they where thirty-something, so they're beginning their golden years. My father isn't really in the navy, but is a doctor, and with the budget cuts and all, they were forced to keep him. Being his age, they could retire him, but can't.
"I know."
"Why are you all of a sudden interested in those weirdos?" He sniffled.
"Dad. That's prejudice."
"Of course it is." My dad sighed, I always picked on his beliefs, "I miss you."
"I miss you too. I got to get to bed Dad, school. You know how it is."
"Sure do. Goodnight Sweetheart." His blue eyes gleamed. He blew a kiss and I returned the favor.
" Night Daddy, don't forget to shave too you old goat." He smiled as I eyed his stubble. And the screen went black. I shut down all the windows on my screen and put my laptop on hibernate. I ate some microwavable dinner that didn't even cook all the way, brushed my teeth, and crawled into my bed. I opened the window, and flicked the bodies of the dead bugs off the screen and watched as they landed in the street below. The cool New York breeze brought in many scents of the ongoing life below, I fancied the smell of large pretzels and crisp popcorn. The wind lulled me to sleep.
