October 5th, 1995

Alexandra POV

‘I'll never get used to this new life of mine.’ I thought as I sat quietly by the fireplace.

Ever since Trey became a star, our lives have drastically changed. We now live in a huge mansion that rivals Wayne Manor. I have maids that will answer at my beck and call. Tyson and I don’t have to work anymore if we don’t want to. Trey fully welcomed us, using the trust for whatever we wanted. I mostly spent it on shopping trips with Lois and Kyla. Tyson turned the basement into his personal gun range. I almost killed him for showing his ‘babies’ to the kids. Trey surprisingly loved to go down there & watch him shoot. I don’t understand what’s so special about guns, but I’m happy they get to have some father-son bonding time. Kyla, unlike her brother, has been a hand full lately.

I love my daughter, but she’s spoiled rotten. Kyla tries to get us to buy anything she wants all the time. Sadly it's my fault I always spoiled her when she was little. Our family becoming rich hasn’t helped either. I think it also rubbed off on Trey. Whenever we say no to her for something, she begs her little brother and gets her way. I can’t let this behavior continue. I won’t let my daughter become some entitled brat. Hopefully, Lois can help me out with this. She can return the favor for all the exclusive interviews Trey’s given her for the Planet. Speaking of Trey, I’ve been worried about him.

That boy of mine has been stressed about something lately. I didn’t notice until I compared how he looked in photos from last year compared to now. He seems on edge. I wonder if the fame or his fan's demand for new content is getting to him. I tried talking to him, but he always smiles instead of answering. The most I’ll get from him is there's nothing to worry about. Tyson and I have noticed over the years that he has no friends of his age. He’s always with adults or family. The school did say at that one conference that he was tested to be at high school level already. His teachers said all the kids in his school look up to him. His talents might be hindering him from making a genuine connection. As much as I love this new life we have, I’d trade for the old life back if our current lifestyle is hurting him. I should..” My thought was interrupted by a noise I heard upstairs.

BANG.

I heard a door swing open. I rushed upstairs to see what was going on. My son, whom I was thinking about, was jumping with joy.

“I FUCKING DID IT!” My son yelled.

“Language, Trey.” I corrected him. He looked at me for one second, then jumped into my arms.

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“Mom, I did it! I fucking did it after so many months. I did it!” Trey cried into my arms. I've never seen him so emotional. I’d give him an earful for cursing again later. Right now, I’ll enjoy this moment. I don’t know what “IT” was; nevertheless, I’m happy it's no longer burdening him. I held him in my arms until he fell asleep.

‘It's been a while since I have done this.’ I thought. I haven’t held him like this since he became a superstar.

“I’ll always be here for you, Trey,” I whispered to him, kissing the top of his head.

General POV

Trey yawned, waking from his first good night of sleep in months. He looked around the room and realized he was in the living room of their mansion. He had fallen asleep in his mother’s arms. Trey smiled, looking at her. She was rising from sleep as well. He was about to get off her when he froze. He finally remembered what had happened between them before he collapsed. His mind went into panic mode, trying to come up with something believable. As he brainstormed, his mom woke up.

“Hi honey, did you have a good night's sleep? I think we both know we have some things we need to discuss.” Alexandra said with a threatening gaze. Trey knew she wasn’t taking no or a smile for an answer this time.

“Okay, Mom, jeez, I won’t go into detail, but I've been feeling the weight of responsibility on my shoulders lately. Everyone expects me to be this amazing person because of my talents. I sometimes question whether I’m worthy of all the gifts God has given me. That’s why I work twice as hard, so they don’t go to waste. This last project I was working on had a deadline. I’ve been scrambling these past couple of months to get things done. I was in constant fear that I wouldn't make it. Yesterday I hit my goal a week or so out from the deadline. I worry about what if one day in the future I fail. I don’t want to lose my amazing life with everyone.” Trey admitted. He didn’t tell her everything, but he did feel an enormous weight lift off his shoulders when he finished.

“Honey, we aren’t going anywhere. Why do you feel like it's your responsibility to do everything? You have family & friends to lean on. We all have your back. You’re barely five years old. No one expects you to be perfect. No one is son. Superman has godlike powers and still calls Batman for help sometimes. You’ll never be perfect, so stop trying to be. I speak on behalf of everyone. We love you the way you are. If you choose never to do anything more with your talents, that still wouldn’t change. If you choose to use your skills, know you can ask for help when you need it. Trey, you are never alone. I’ll always be here to help you.” Alexandra consoled her son.

Trey hugged his mom taking in her words. Once again, he was doing what he did in his previous life—constantly pushing his friends and family away, trying to solve his problems all by himself. Trey, in both lives, had this don’t dump your problems on other people mentality. Trey embodied the saying, “I’ll do it by myself.” He needed to understand that it was okay to ask for help sometimes. You can be both a hardworking, self-sufficient individual and aren’t weak in getting help when you need it. This is what he needed to hear before. A simple conversation like this could have stopped him in his last life.

“I’m sorry….. I’ll ask for help when I need it. I promise.” Trey apologized to Alexandra. Inwardly to his previous loved ones as well. He almost made the same mistake again. Trey promised he would never let it happen again.