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The Last Pink Gazebo - Chapter 1 Lars pressed his head against the car window, admiring the endless pine trees. He checked his phone again. No Bars. “How much further is it?” He asked the Uber driver. The driver’s white eyes aimed at the rear-view mirror. “20-30 minutes” he said as he wiggled his head both side to side and up and down simultaneously. Lars inhaled deeply and turned inward. He remembered his parents. It was the same memory he kept going back to -- some random night at Olive Garden. He remembers a lot of laughing, stupid jokes about breadsticks, and Dad doing his Will Ferrell impression to every employee who would tolerate him. He let the memory wash over him focusing on the sound of gravel as it rumbled and popped. He imagined what his aunt’s house would be like. An old cabin from a horror movie popped into Lars’ mind. Half the windows were covered in cardboard, and rusty tools and car parts littered the front yard. Bare trees reached like skeletons over the dilapidated roof. He put a sweater between his head and the window and tried to sleep. Twenty minutes later, Lars felt the car slow down and turn. He opened his eyes. They were pulling into a long, bumpy downhill driveway. On the right stood a thick pine forest, its branches blotting out the sun. On the left, a thin strip of neatly manicured lawn hugged the washed-out driveway. Lars shifted to the driver’s side of the back seat and rolled down the window. In the middle of the lawn sat a pink gazebo topped with a white cross and surrounded by a circular flowerbed painted with tiny white flowers. Lars grimaced. “Jesus Christ,” he exclaimed to the driver. “My mom wasn’t lying. They are definitely nuts. Did you see that cross?” He closed his eyes. “This is gonna be bad.” “Do you want me to take you back?” The driver asked. “No. No. It’s…” Lars trailed off, lost in his own thoughts. “I have to be here. It’s a long story, but it’s just for a couple weeks until I’m 18. I can do a couple weeks.” They passed two more identical gazebos as the driveway got steeper and the potholes got deeper before they came to his aunt’s house. The home was a two-story Victorian, entirely pink with white trim, old but well-kept. It sat in the middle of a circular tidy lawn surrounded by tall pines on all sides. A tall, thin woman stood on the house’s large front porch. She wore a tight pink full-length skirt, pink heels, and a tight pink blazer with shoulder pads. She had a wide, closed-lip smile and perfectly coiffed blonde hair. Stopping at the foot of the front porch steps, the Uber driver put the car in park as Lars swung his legs to slide out. In his tight black jeans, oversized black graphic tee, and purple high-top Converse, Lars felt dramatically out of place in the wildly puritanical environment. His toxic-waste green painted fingernails didn’t help. Ignoring his aunt intentionally, Lars made his way to the rear of the car to extricate his three large, leather suitcases with the driver’s help. He grabbed his purple and black leather backpack, thanked his driver, and turned to his aunt. She hadn’t reacted until now, assessing him as she flinched. She looked down at him and blinked. “Hello, Lars. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now come give your Aunt Mary a hug.” She extended her arms but did not move. Lars got a better look at her as he walked up the porch steps. Her long painted fingernails were perfectly manicured and bright white. She was wearing full makeup, pearl earrings adorning her earlobes. The top several buttons of her stiff pink blazer were open, revealing a cross that hung in the crack of her tightly confined breasts. She pulled him into a tight, almost crushing hug, holding on longer than necessary. Her voice dripping with sweetness, she whined “Oh, bless your heart, sweetheart!” She patted his back firmly, as though he was a fragile little thing. “I can tell God brought you right to my doorstep today! He always knows when someone needs a little extra guidance—someone who might be lost in their own… well, confusion.” The emphasis on those couple of words made Lars’ skin crawl. “You’re safe now, darling,” she promised, leaned in and whispering with an exaggerated smile. “You may think you’re all grown up, but don’t worry—I’ve got all the time in the world to help you see the right path. God’s just working through me to show you how to live properly.” She still squeezed him just a bit too tight, as if showing off her control. “You’re not alone anymore, okay? Auntie will take very good care of you.” Lars could only imagine what the next couple of weeks would bring. Concern crossed his features as she instructed him, “Now come inside. We’ve got so much to talk about, and I’ll start by helping you into something a little more… appropriate, hmm?”

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