The Monty Boys: Cursed

By Lydia Esther

The Monty Boys is a series of stories about a past family curse, passed down through generations and a loving family torn apart because of it. The family endures loss but finds friendship and love as they manage their day to day teenage years along with their beautiful mother and dead father.

The teenage brothers, Logan and Lucas and their best friends Rico and Jared are spunky, good looking high school track team members who are more than just teenage heart throbs.

As Logan and Lucas grow up, they begin to experience surges of powers every seven years, forced to re-live their family curse as they must learn to survive and endure the loss of their father as they protect their mother from the demons that try to steal their powers and are constantly trying to kill them.

Everyone else has long accepted their father’s death, but what the boys don’t know is that his death has brought about his spirit which helps protect them and fight by their sides. When along comes Lola, Logan’s love interest, who is able to see Ghosts since she was a kid and her spunky sister Ayla who soon posses powers of her own and also joins the scooby gang.

Together they all become family who fight by each others side and help each other navigate through the teenage years.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Nov 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781663246462

Lydia Esther

Lydia Esther, single mother, raising 2 teenage boys. Residing in Florida.

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CONTENTS

Preface

Past Day

Power

Void—

Logan

Lucas

High School

Ascension

Just Another School Day

Thoughts Wander

Changeling

First Track Meet

Visions

End Of The Year Beach Party

Summertime

Date Night

Falling

Revelation

Epilogue

Do You Understand Me Now

Present Day

Happy Times, Oh So They Thought

For my boys.

I love you both, infinity.

For my mom, may you RIP and continue

to fight the good fight in heaven.

PREFACE

Whoever said that cursed teenage boys, with supernatural powers could not live a semi normal life?

Sure, puberty does not help, with a couple of power trips here and there but that won’t prevent them from having fun with their friends while battling Demons.

At least, that was the plan, but along the way, life’s devasting moments happen that forever alter the course, of typical teenage dilemmas.

Powerless

When I woke up, there was nothing but blackness. I was blind, in the dark, I could not move, my body was motionless, I shut my eyes harder to regroup but to no avail, the darkness seeped in deeper, a feeling of nothingness was overwhelming and there was nothing but a black hole, my body, floating, surrounded by thousands, little red stars.

I realized Nothingness. stuck in an infinite black void that consumed my entire being.

I couldn’t move, my arms, legs, once within my control now failed to respond to my movements.

Days, weeks, months, years may have passed but there was no way of knowing.

Where was I?

Was I in limbo?

For the first time in my life, I felt … powerless!

And just like that, suddenly, I was back!

I heard a voice…

That voice pulled me in, penetrating, through the hell I was trapped in, somehow pulling me back into existence. I felt like I was being forced, pulled through quicksand.

I cannot remember whose voice it was, but it is the most beautiful sound, I had ever heard!

Yet there was an undercurrent of power to it, a strength so mighty, so unbreakable that I felt compelled to submit to it.

Saying I was disoriented would be putting it lightly. The pain was too much, for me to tolerate, something, someone has awoken my soul.

The light was blinding, like a newborn baby, my soul has reawakened somehow, to a reality that I know nothing about. I understood that a new journey, was waiting, for me.

It took a few days to collect myself, to remember exactly who I was—who I am, now! To understand this new life force, I feel growing, within my spirit.

It took some time to gather my emotions, trying to understand this new life force growing within me.

I soon realized that I could script my reality by thinking tensely on where I wanted to be. My mind instinctively took me to where I felt loved and at home and, to the place where I witnessed things so abhorrent, I would go back to the darkness just to escape them.

However, I must be strong, stronger than ever, stronger than, I could not be before, for them! I would do anything; I would even die again!

SPIRIT

I finally arrived from my journey of nothingness. I felt it immediately, the comfort of it, surrounding me, beaming out of me, a place where my heart felt like singing, it was serene, it was familiar, it was love, it was our home!

It was strange to be here, after a time of feeling overwhelmed in darkness. It felt like being in a tunnel of light and love, it seemed like I was in a lifetime of spinning in eternity, in one place, at the same time. It was strange, I wasn’t out of breath, or even the least bit tired but it was a sense of relief. I was home at last!

It’s hard to remember where I was at or how I arrived here, but I know that all I was longing for, all I could think about, was my wife and my two boys … my family whom I had left behind, not because I wanted too but because I was forced too.

And then, I saw her.

My Lyddie. The love of my life!

My rock, my soul, the woman who made me a better man by giving me a family, the woman whose strength has held me here through this incredibly insane journey.

The woman who I swore, I would never leave her side. She was here, I can see her.

My love!

She laid there, in her beautiful cinnamon skin, sobbing, through her radiant brown eyes. Her shoulders shaking, uncontrollably, her entire body rocking back and forth on our bed. Shivering like a leaf caught up in a hurricane.

She glowed in the sunlight, ever so slightly, beaming through our bedroom window. I loved her so!

Through her sorrow, she seemed frail. Her hair once a glossy raven-black, looked frizzy and unkempt. But there was no sound coming from her sobs, not a single noise was uttered. There were tears of silence and sorrow.

I was so caught up in my wife’s pain that I didn’t hear the distant cries, not immediately. There was another pull in my soul. It was a retched gut pull, to the other side of my house.

My eyes swayed away from my Lyddie and my spirit glided towards the ache in my heart, their I saw them, two little shapes underneath her arms: my boys, Logan, and Lucas. My throat choked up; my family was in agony. They needed me. I took a step forward to reach by instinct, then Logan spoke. "Mommy, please don’t cry. Don’t cry.

It’s ok, Mommy, its ok, logan whispered through his sobs.

His voice thin and hoarse.

Lydia slowly raised her face and looked over at my boys as my body recoiled. Not from the sight of her, but from the raw emotion on her face.

The darkness in her eyes, her face shadowed by grief, struck me like a hard left hook, right across my face. In all the years, I’ve loved and known my Lyddie, she never looked like this. She never looked so broken. My heart ached to hold her!

Yes, my sweetie she whispered, your dad will always watch over you, always my loves, he will always be with you both, from heaven and I know he’ll be with me as well.

I got you, okay?" Lydia’s voice was shaky, but strong as she pulled our sons close to her in a vice-like grip.

I got both of you. She said, in a strong hoarse demeaner.

I couldn’t bear it.

My soul was yearning, to reach out to them, to hold them, to comfort them, and as my mouth starts to form the words, I’m right here honey! Daddy is here. I’m right here!

I see no reaction from them…

Now I find myself shouting my words, "I’m here! I’m right here!

I soon realize that they couldn’t hear me!

I shouted again. And again, and again!

I Felt like, I was in some sort of an invisible bubble, pounding to get, the other side of it.

Questioning myself, why? why, can’t they hear me? why she is saying, watching over you from heaven, I’m right here!

Frantic for hours, just watching my family carry on without me, drowning in their sadness, I look away.

I stare down at my hands, I turn them front, back, sideways, I start checking my body, and then, I noticed it, the incandescent light shining through me.

It starts to dawn on me, I wasn’t alive anymore!

Now my mind starts thinking back in time. I still have on the same clothes from that day. That day with those horrible creatures!

The day I must have died.

I’m in a black U-2 t-shirt my wife gave me for our first concert together, faded jeans, and black boots. I had just started painting the house that day. I wanted to surprise Lydia because she hated the ugly color when we inherited the house. I got halfway done too, that dark, grayish blue color, she wanted. That all seems so frivolous now

Still on my left wrist is a cracked watch with the inscription: Always and Forever, our wedding song. It was a birthday gift from my wife after Logan was born.

I felt the glass cracked, when I was struggling with that thing as I tried to push one of them, to the ground, shielding my youngest son, with my body, from something they were shooting at us, from their hands—before I felt like I was slipping away. I only concern was protecting my son.

My body feels light now, it feels like I am floating. You hear about this feeling, you see it in movies, I don’t understand it, I immediately want to fight it, try to ground my body back in place, trying to stay put, not to let, my body float away. It’s a struggle to stay.

I feel it, I try my best to FOCUS! I feel the sting of the tears, streaming down my face, the cuts, and scrapes, still burning. My body starts to float away. I can no longer hold it here. I can see them clearer now; they are no longer blurry. I feel my eyesight stronger now. I feel strong! I can see them. I am above them now, watching over them, no longer beside them.

As I hover over them, I see them all there, sobbing, slumped over, all 3 of my babies, broken, defeated, my body lying on the floor as I feel a pull, something pulling me away. But I want to stay. I don’t want to go!

I want to be there for my them. I want my wife to know that I’m there! If I could rewind time, I would have done more.

I’d find a way to fight back.

Instead, all I can do watch them, grieving over what remains, of our family.

I wonder if they can sense me. How can I make them know, that I am still here? absent from my body, but present, nonetheless.

So, I just stay here, with them. Watching my wife as she puts the boys to bed. She kisses their foreheads and I kiss them after her, promising them, that I’ll always be watching over them.

Lydia turns to walk out of the room, I notice she forgot to turn on their night light. Instinctively, I focus hard on the switch, and just like that, I manage to turn it on!

And that’s when I realized, I can help them! I will find a way to help them!

I feel some sort of relief, for the first time since this nightmare began. I truly believe that I can help my family. Help them survive what is to come.

I follow Lydia into our bedroom and see her slumped over in our bed. I sit beside her as she sobs uncontrollably into her pillow. I whisper gently, ‘how much I love her as she falls into a fitful sleep.’

I sit by her bed all night.

I know now.

Now that I finally get a moment with my thoughts. I finally come to the understand, that I can no longer be with my family, not like the way I was before. I can’t tell them how much I love them, that I’m here watching over them.

But I can still see them, love them, and in this life form, I will continue to be here until … whatever happened that night—this curse— is