The darkness of life can be harsh and brutal as we learn about those who have had a part in the destiny of our lives. Alcoholics claim to be alcoholics even when they have been sober for years. Does that mean that I will always be an orphan? I mean, I am writing in this diary about my inner feelings that I wish I could burn after it is all over. I say this because when my mom's ex-finance discharged his weapon killing my birth parents, it left all alone in a cruel world. Until. Until, these two wealthy couples fought over me to the kill.
I'm told that these two couples competed at everything. It's little wonder that my adopted parents are actually third cousins to King George VI and Queen Elizabeth (the mother and father of Queen Elizabeth Alexandra Mary) as well. But, no one would have known the better because my adopted parents never made this data a public matter unlike the other parents. My adopted parents tried their utter best to make my life easy. But, I longed for more than a life of the rich and famous.
I longed for adventure even as a toddler, I would jump off of our staircase and cause my adopted parents many visits to my pediatrician. My mom too longed to have a life of adventure, I'm told. Just because of her love for two men at the same time earned her get the title of being an adventurous person. She was not a loose woman as some have made her out to be. She was a noble woman of the highest morals. I believe this so much.
Her romance with her ex-fiancé', was a sort of Romeo and Juliet turn of the century love affair. He was 6’5, 185 pounds and as handsome as King David from our Bible. She was only 4'11, weighing in at only 100 pounds. A feather would have decked her. My dad, Mr. Hilton Cubitt was also the love of my mother's life. Her life was an imitation of life because of her being torn between two lovers. One, I discovered from reading her diary, she wished to never see again and the other one, daddy Cubitt, she wished to see everyday of her life. This life of the tale between two cities, so to speak, led to her death and the death of her husband, daddy Cubitt. I knew none of this prior to the sick little game Sherlock Holes has drawn me to participate in as one of his so called apprentice.
Never in a zillion years did anyone expect for my mom to flee Chicago, Illinois and take up a new life in London, England, which was also the country of birth for daddy Cubitt. Daddy Cubitt merely wanted the best life for my mom that his money could buy. But, this was not enough. His money could not buy him freedom from my mom’s past romance. Further, his money could not save his life or the life of my mom. How did I come to know all of this? Well, once you play the game of being an Apprentice as set out by Sherlock Holmes and his cherished partner, John H. Watson, you too will discover the truth. It took some thought; but not long into the adventure could I tell that the lives in the story were parallel to the lives in my life.
How difficult is it to decipher a few hieroglyphs of tiny little upside down and bottom side up figurines doing jigs? The time my mom was married to daddy Cubitt, she confides in her diary, that I now possess, was the happiest time of her life. Yet, she longed for the fast life she had once lived in Chicago. Most of all, she wrote,” … I want to tell Hilton about him; but it would scar his unmarred family reputation… besides that, I still love both men more than words can say…”. Go figure. I often wondered if she even loved me more than she loved either of them.
I have so many questions I would have liked to have asked my mother before her ex-fiancé' killed both of them in a moment of passion. For example, I would have liked to ask her if she loved me more than life itself? Holmes is getting old and will meet his demise soon enough for ruining my life and creating this sick little puzzle of my life for his apparent sick enjoyment.
One never knows when the Grim Reaper might meet them in the marketplace. Or, maybe, in the case of Holmes, and Watson, if necessary, they will both pay for taking part in the death of my daddy Cubitt and the death of my mom. As soon as tomorrow comes, I’ll take care of Holmes because for sure this is a re-play of his part in the destruction of my family. In other words, I will see to it. Did I say that? But, I am no longer alone in life because I have teamed up with another “Player” in the Apprenticeship. We will unlock he case of “The American Girl and put an end to such twisted events.
Emma Peters