C3
Conner pov
She’s out again. I got to see those beautiful eyes again. Her mother lives through those eyes. I sighed, I can’t take any more time off of the ranch. “Nurse,” I say stepping out the door.
“Yes, sir,” said a nurse.
“I must be going, please call me as soon as she can get out of the hospital,”
“Of course,” she responds walking off.
Walking away I start thinking about what it will be like with her around, I know nothing about Carissa. The more I think about it the more I stay angry. Angry at myself for not being a part of her life for this long, and I’m not going to allow it anymore. As I drive down the highway a random thought jumps in to my head. Where is she sleeping?
Cora’s pov
I wake up again but this time I’m alone. Searching the room my eyes land on the button that calls the nurse. “What can I do for you my dear?” a nurse asks, appearing after I press the button.
“Can I ask some questions?” I ask.
“Sure.”
“Where’s my mom and sister?”
She gives me a grave look and a lump forms in my thought, “there is no way to put this gently. In the crash the car hit you head on, and flipped yours. The impact caused a fatal head injury to both people in the front. I’m sorry, but we couldn’t get to them in time. They died instantly.” By the end I’m crying, they’re gone, they aren’t coming back, “NO!” I scream and sob, the nurse quiets me and injects some antistatic in to me. I have no home, was my last thought before drifting in to a blissful slumber.
*3 Weeks Later*
I was released today, they took me off the pain meds last week but I still felt numb. While in there I had learned that nothing was left for me. Mom had no will, my horses were sold, the bank took my farm, and I have to live with the mysterious man that called himself my dad. I had nothing left, there were only two things keeping me to the ground and they were taken from me. My land and my family were gone now and I can’t feel the hurt anymore.
Walking out of the hospital, a ford f150 rolls up. “Hey, you conners girl?” says the guy inside. He’s all muscle with brown hair, grey eyes, deep voice, and even from a sitting position he looked 6’2.
“I guess,” I say, my voice is cold and lacks emotion. He grunts and gets out of the car.
“That all you got?” he asks, gesturing to my suitcase.
“All I have left,” I mumbled.
“Okay, let’s go,” he says shoving my suitcase in to the back.
“Where is the house?” I asked.
“Kentucky, the blue grass state,” he said, smiling.
“So we’re taking a plane?”
“Yep.”
“Oh, Okay,” and we sat in silence for the rest of the drive.
