I’m writing in the return of a character that I insinuated to readers was dead by saying things like “The team lost their running back” “Alexandre is gone and you have to move on” “He’s never coming back” or “He isn’t waking up no time soon”.
The story begins after a three-year time jump when we discover the friend group is fractured and the once innocent baby of the group is now the infamous Queen B of their high school. We learn that after Alexandre’s accident his sister and Quin (QB) had a fight leaving Quin with a scar but don’t find out why. As the story goes on we discover Quin is a bully with secrets and the biggest was her telling Alexandre to kill himself the night of his accident.
There are 3 flashback chapters in the eyes of Alexandre that tell what happened in the months that lead up to the event including his heavy drug use, thoughts of suicide and falling for Quin. They have a bad fight and Alexandre destroys his house to keep from hitting Quin back which scares him into trying to get help. The week before he could see someone they get into again and in a moment of pain she lays into Alexandre telling him everyone would be better without him and telling him if he really loved her he would “Get in his car and drive until he hits a wall”.
The story returns to Quin’s perspective at the moment of the call she runs to the scene of the accident and sees a bad wreck and a lot of blood on the windshield but they cant find Alexandre, the chapter ends with her begging for forgiveness then we snap back to the current storyline and at the end of that new chapter it is reviled to the reader Alexandre isn’t dead and whenever people would say he was gone or never waking up they were speaking about a coma, not death.
The big reveal is going to be at the end of a calm chapter where his love interest is happy she can finally get back to being a regular seventeen years old. I’m writing it as a conversation with his sister and feel the reader should know what happened but don’t want to spend another 3 chapters on it but when reading it I’m thinking hmmm… is this TMI is it needed?
So please let me know is this explanation needed or can I ax it
Note: Grammar is glitchy its a draft.
Rita James stood in her full-length mirror examining her outfit. It had been a while since she went out with the Cherries, only doing so on Paige’s insistence that they do normal couple things. “What about me is normal?” Rita laughed trying to ease out of the subject, “What about me says you’re not going?” Paige countered ending the debate.
They were going to a bar out in L.A, Christina Huges knowing a guy who made great fake I.D’s. Rita’s new name was Channel Evan’s deciding to wear an outfit that she felt matched her brand new persona.
Rita wore a pink with black ribbon frill button front tunic, her platinum hair in a fishtail braid off to the side. “Now I look younger” she huffed deciding to switch her hairstyle.
“Where you off to all dolled up?” Alexandre asked deeply startling his sister.
Rita caught her breath turning to see her older brother leaning against her door barefoot in an old shirt and ripped jeans. Alexandre’s hair had grown long past his shoulders, his blond beard fuller than she thought possible.
“Why did you jump like that?” he chuckled.
“You look like a mental patient,” Rita scolded, “Don’t sneak up on me like that I’m still not used to you being home” she hyperventilated.
Alexandre smiled making his way across the room to sit on his sister’s bed, “Probably because I am a mental patient, or was, I can barely keep up these days since I’m not allowed to leave the house, but glad to know you got used to being an only child” he complained.
“Never” Rita smiled walking over to sit beside her brother, “Your doctor said you can go back to school after your next appointment,” she reminded examining Alexandre’s bare nails. It was odd, Alexandre started painting his nails in the eighth-grade even if he did not remember the last two years he should have at least remembered that.
Hours after his accident a room full of men some of which Alexandre would never meet had a meeting about how to handle the impending scandal about Greyson Holdings’ future CEO. Since they couldn’t legally part ways with the teens who each held majority shares past down from their father and grandfather, the board decided it would be best to bury the story suggesting to Stephanie James it was better to keep her sons condition to herself and paying an unholy amount to have Alexandre’s toxicology report altered.
“Alexandre James was suffering from depression after the untimely death of his father, the teen was given prescription medication to combat said depression and after having one glass of wine during a private event fell asleep at the wheel of his car,” the company press secretary reported, “The Family ask for privacy during this trying time and any slanderous reports pertaining to Alexandre James, Greyson Holdings, or it’s affiliated will be met by legal action” he said offering no further information on the incident.
The company dealt with the press while behind the scenes Rita James took over as her brother’s proxy. Within a week of his accident, Alexandre was breathing on his own. Despite being thrown up against his windshield and torn from his vehicle Alexandre’s physical injuries were minor, a small scar above his eye, a dislocated shoulder, and a few cracked ribs, it was his neurological state that was concerning.
Despite his scans coming up clear Alexandre was not waking up from his coma his doctors deciding a month in it may be a sign of an irreversible vegetative state, Rita deciding to replace them with doctors with a less bleak prognosis. The new doctors didn’t have any better news explaining that even if Alexandre awoke there was no promising he would be able to walk again.
“Well, it’s your job to make sure he can” Rita commanded.
“Margarita…” Stephanie quietly scolded.
“No” Rita objected, “You were too busy wallowing to see your kids needed you, I’m doing what’s best for my brother anyone who doesn’t like it needs to find a new job and everyone who stays needs to remember I’m eighteen and that makes me the new owner of this shit show, Alexandre walks or this company sinks” she warned storming out the boardroom.
Alexandre awoke two days later, to a room full of doctors and a family at odds. When asked about the events of that night Alexandre found he could not remember anything upon further testing Alexandre was diagnosed with dissociative amnesia.
Alexandre spoke three languages, two of which he did not remember learning. He remembered everything he learned from his junior year of high school with no recollection on when he learned them. He took the news of his father’s death better than he had the first time around but remembered nothing of his accident and when his sister got him alone to give him the details, he couldn’t remember ever wanting to die or being in love with Quin Fowler.
“Hey, I bought some new nail polish if you want to borrow it… and maybe it’s time for a cut?” she supposed.
Alexandre shook his head, “I was thinking about heading into town tomorrow for a trim, I thought maybe I would stop by-” he trod.
“No,” Rita glowered already knowing what he would say.
Despite having no recollection about his relationship with Quin Alexandre was insistent on speaking to her, clearing the air and apologizing for the mess he caused. “You caused?” Rita raved when he first mentioned it, “Yeah, from the way you put it everything blew up and it’s all my fault” he insisted, “No Alex, it’s Quin’s” Rita insisted refusing to speak more on the subject.
Rita walked over to her mirror in no mood to remind her brother what a shit idea going over to the Folwer home was. “She’s your best friend Rita” Alexandre insisted, “No… you’re my best friend, Camden is my best friend Harlequin Fowler is poisin” she said as calmly as she could manage.
“You weren’t there that night Rita, you said it yourself Quin was the closest person to me back then, maybe if I saw her, spoke to her” Alexandre reasoned.
“I said no!” Rita snapped turning to face her brother, “Quin isn’t the girl you remember and she is definitely not our friend, okay, so what you don’t remember the worse year of your life, who cares, it sounds like a blessing in my book” she ranted.
“But this isn’t your book” Alexandre glowered rising to his feet, “It’s my life Rita and you probably got used to bossing mom around but I’m the oldest, my life, the company, their all mine to control not you” he challenged.
- Yes, I would need to know what happened
- No, You’re right it’s TMI