Hello Folks! I know I've already got 2 different stories posted on Literotica, however as I said in another post I've been super busy with real life (sucks lol). However I was really sleepy one time and somehow dreamt up this scenario in my brain for this story and couldn't put it down. So I decided to make you folks put up with another story idea! This time it is about a 19 year old guy who is pretty socially alone and he gets a special gift from his benefactor (more on that in the story to come). Now that I have possibly teased you enough to read another fantastic story from my wanderlust filled brain, here we go!!!
RINGGGGG!!! RINGGGGG!!!
RINGGGGG!!! RINGGGGG!!!
Groaning tiredly I yawned deeply into my small room, stretching slightly before finally deciding to slide out of my comfy bed which was enticing me very effectively to stay. Absently scratching my head, I slowly trudged towards the door. Carefully unlocking the bolt and door handle lock, I greeted the FedEx guy politely. Reaching into his back pouch, he brought out a bulky handheld machine which I could only assume was for signatures. My curiosity piqued slightly as I didn't usually get packages which required my signature. I signed my signature, a little sloppily but still legible, or at least as legible as signatures get these days. Grabbing the package perched on the side ledge; the FedEx guy gave me fairly normal sized package, about size of my head. Waving as he left to continue his delivery rout, I tilted my head curiously at the mysterious package. Carrying the slightly heavy package and tossing it lightly on my bed, I went back to the door to lock up the door again.
Now that I was more fully awake I looked back at the package and found it to be an unusually sturdy box, made of what looked like a blackish cardboard. Glancing at the address label, I saw that this strange delivery had come from my benefactor. 'Hmmm must be important, they have never actually sent me anything before, aside from rent and spending money.' Thinking back, I was extremely fortunate to have this person care for my well-being. Again I began to wonder what my life might have been like had something different happened. It seems like it was so long ago, but was still part of my life and every now and then I would remember those few days that changed my life so drastically.
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It was actually not too long ago since that time, only about a month or two after I had turned 15 I had chosen to stay home instead of going to the movies with my parents to catch up on some homework that had piled up over the week. Just as I was finishing up the last few paragraphs or a report, there was a loud knocking on the door. Curious as to who would be knocking considering that our family didn't often get visitors.
Peering through the side window I saw a police officer standing at the door, looking very serious and a tad fidgety. Opening the door quickly, the police officer took a quick look at me and her face frowned sadly as he saw me open the door. Realizing her unusually long pause she changed it to a more neutral facial expression. "Excuse me for disturbing you, but are you Alumita Tyri?"
Unable to know how to react to the appearance of the police, I nodded silently as I began to frantically understand what had happened to have the police visit the house. Did something bad happen in the neighborhood? Oh no...had something horrible happened to my parents?! Shaking myself I tried to calm down and not get too deep into despair without actually knowing the reasons and pushed my fears down, hoping dearly that none of those things had actually happened.
The police officer politely asked if she could talk with me, stepping outside and closing the door behind me, I nodded and rubbed my hands together in nervous tension. Seeing that I was very unnerved, she cleared her voice and began to tell me about the unfortunate accident that had occurred just outside the freeway of the local movie theater. There had been a large truck crash and many had been involved in the resulting pile-up, several were injured but my parent's car had been at the center of the crash and had died shortly after getting into the ambulance.
Now while many would believe that people would just begin to cry or scream or hate the world when being told this news so suddenly, they had probably never actually experienced such an event. I didn't cry, didn't make as much as a noise; I just blanked out in shock as what had been said processed through my mind and my heart. It actually surprised me as I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. Touching the tears as they fell, my legs suddenly weakened and I fell in despair. I was then wrapped warmly by the arms of the police officer, and I broke out of my silence and cried loud and deeply at the loss of those who were so close to my heart and soul.
A day after the incident, I was called to a hearing for my well-being, many things needed to be worked out such as how school, house and living expenses would be supported. In truth, much of the hearing and what had been decided shortly after were a blur and I don't even remember the details to this day. In the end though, someone who wanted to remain anonymous decided to support me completely. They allow me the choice to either live on my own or go to a house, I choose to live alone and complete my schooling which I felt that my parents would want me to do.
I eventually moved out of the old house to a smaller apartment, only taking the essentials and a picture of my family. While it hurt to look at the picture, I couldn't let go of the memory and kept it as a reminder to keep my strength and live on as my parent's would have wished. However going through school, I could hardly say that I was popular or had bunches of friends before the accident but afterward was so much worse.
Since the accident had been so huge it had blown up in the media and there was almost no soul in the town that didn't know of the tragedy and those who had died. So it was no surprise that many students, teachers, staff and alike sympathized with me. But that didn't help matters at all, just made them worse; I didn't want sympathy or the sad looks that people automatically gave when they noticed who I was. The event had rubbed me so raw that I didn't want to be reminded of being orphaned every time everyone gave me a sad look.
Thusly I trudged through the rest of high school, getting almost perfect honors and grades in the rest of my classes. Despite having pushed away almost everyone that was close or tried to be close to me during that time, I managed to get a scholarship to a very good college. Thankfully I didn't have to work with the scholarship in hand and the support of my still mysterious benefactor. Eventually things calmed down and the tragic event became a memory and I lost connection to most people but thankfully did not get too many sad onlookers.