Kacey grew up with his family in a nice home in Boston. He had an older brother who he looked up to from a young age. He worked hard in school but was always the type to just make it by. He was far from the top of his class but never failed his classes. He was a very active kid, running around town always; if not on foot, he was on his bike, dirt bike, and once he got old enough, his car. He loved sports and being outdoors; it was fun to him, but being inside not as much. But he did as he was told, and he made his parents happy when he was younger, in his first years of school and into middle school.
At the end of high school, he felt a change in him, starting to get annoyed at the rules and how life went. That if you didn’t have a big brain or big money, you didn’t go anywhere that mattered. He started slacking off more in school and getting into trouble; he started ditching school more. But he played baseball and football, and the school always let things slide since he was good at sports. He met his best friends in high school, all on the sporting teams; his girlfriend was on the cheerleading team. It was like out of the movies, almost. He was popular, got away with things, got what he wanted; he was living the high life. He did good enough, he played sports well, his parents got him a good car, and he was always pushing the limits on it.
High school was a blur, messy for him but good. He was on and off with one girlfriend and messed around with others. Right after high school, he was barely passing community college and still rolling around with his friends and girlfriend like high school. He was barely nineteen, his girlfriend was eighteen, his friends give or take the same ages. Every night they did the same: went to classes or worked, met up at the parking lot or the park, and drank underage.
It was a great day, sunny and warm, but the night turned quick; it became stormy out and started to rain. He didn’t care, he drove like he did, and it happened. He took a turn too fast, and that was all he remembered.
He woke up, what he was told, about four days later to the worst news. He had a broken leg and some minor injuries. His best friend died in the car accident, his girlfriend got hurt badly, paralyzed from the waist down. He hurt others in the car he hit and had no memory of it. With the underage drinking, the death, and the injuries, Kacey was sent to prison. He got 20 years with a chance of parole.
It was hard on Kacey and the family; he pretty much cut them off the first few years he was behind bars. He messed up, he didn’t want to make their lives worse. He worked in prison, any job they offered, to take care of himself. He would study, even though he didn’t get to get a degree or anything from it. It was hard years, long years, but he worked to stay quiet and safe, out of the way of trouble.
He had times he did get into trouble, half the time to keep himself safe. But after 15 years, he went up for parole. Thankfully, since he had been good, working and studying, he was offered parole. It wasn’t easy to get out after so many years.
There was a work-on-parole program that he was offered at a large ranch in Massachusetts. It was hard work; he had no idea what he was doing. But he was put to work caring for horses and cattle. Just hard work. He didn’t get paid much, but he had a place to live and work, and that’s what counted. During this time, he met a girl, and even though at first she loved his “bad boy” past, they started dating, and he was happy. But she fell pregnant and had their son after they were dating for two years.
It was hard; she liked to hold his past above him for their son, making sure he paid up each month and got what she wanted for their son. It was hard, and it caused their breakup soon after their son was born. They butted heads, but as time went on, they got along. Thankfully, Kacey’s parole ended after 5 years, and after talking to his older brother for the past few years, he moved to Kismet Harbor.
Landing a job at Equestrian Estates as a stable hand and caring for the horses. It’s hard, dirty work, but it works for him. Thankfully, his son, who is 3, almost four, and his son’s mother made the move with him. He got them a small house while Kacey lives in a trailer.
