Cowboys and Angels

Chapter 1

*Flashback*

“Stop running!” I yelled in short breaths. What was he doing? I never ran. Running was just not my thing. I wanted him to stop so I wouldn’t die. What does he do? But run faster. “Slow down!” I yelled again. I stopped. I gave up. I collapsed in the field. The sun was slowly setting, and it never looked so beautiful. It was set just upon the horizon where the fields of Gerogia and the sky met. Well, I never really paid attention to the little things that made life so beautiful, like sunsets and sunrises and the smell of bacon in the morning when you’re just waking up and when guys play with little kids. It was those things that make your heart melt. Sunsets were mine. And so was Trevor. I lay on my backing breathing heavily and then I yelled out, “You’re impossible, Trevor!” I didn’t even know if he heard what I said; he was probably already at the truck or something.

“What you sayin’ bout me?” He was hovering over me before I knew it. I gazed into his eyes and smirked. His blue eyes shot me like a bullet. I felt an explosion of butterflies flutter in my stomach.

“I said, ‘you’re impossible.’” I stated once again. I was still letting short breaths out trying to catch my breath.

“Well, could an impossible person do this?” He lifted up one hand and placed in behind my neck and leaned in close kissing my nose. He balanced on one hand supporting himself. I softly smiled with my eyes closed. He pulled away, and I fluttered my eyes opened. He was cute, and I just loved him so much. “How ‘bout this?” He leaned in once again, but kissed my lips instead. One gentle kiss sent me into space. This southern boy was out to kill me with cuteness.

He was perfect; everything I ever wanted. He treated me just like any southern gentleman would. I loved his voice. I loved his scuffed up cowboy boots and old baseball caps. He was perfect for me. I saw everything good in him. I knew then I’d spend the rest of my life in his arms. I just did…until I found the letter.

*Present*

“Get up! Emerson! Get your ass outa bed!” Momma was screaming from down stairs.  Are you kidding me?! I thought. I was not budging one bit. My bed was as comfortable as laying in hay. I looked at the clocked: 7:03am. Shit, I muttered.

“Gettin’ up! I’m gettin’ up!” There were some disadvantages to having a southern accent: YOU NEVER PRONOUNCE –ING CORRECTLY. That was one of my pet peeves. Weird? I know. I tried, but I just thought, Screw it. I always gave up so easily. I was born that way. I scrambled around my room pulling clothes out of every drawer and throwing them on. Done. I finished getting dressed. I was wearing a lace-back tank top and ripped jeans. I slipped on my sneakers, grabbed my bag, and darted down stairs. “Bye, Momma!” She yelled bye back. I didn’t even bother doing my hair or make up because I was running late. My hair was useless. It was already wavy from the bun I had in when I went to bed the night before. I didn’t think of any of the boys would even care. They didn’t give a shit, because they already thought I was hot. I really didn’t appreciate them calling me “hot,” because I knew they were lies.

I ran down the road, shoved my ear buds in my ears, and played my music. I got to the main road and sat down on the stoop right in front of the sign for our farm. This was always my thinking spot. No matter what I’d come out here in the pouring rain if I wanted to just to think or to cry or to watch the sunset, one of my many loves in the world. Lately, I had been coming out here to think, and I started to become irritated.

As much as I loved sitting out here with my music, I came out here every time thinking about the same damn thing that I had to put behind me. It wasn’t “hittin’ the road.” I was fed up with him. I was fed up with that letter. I was fed up with everything! WHY DID EVERYONE SUDDENLY HATE ME? I don’t remember what I did wrong. I mean, I’m a straight B student. I’m a farm girl. And innocent one, too! But ever since that dick head ruined me, everything had been my fault. He always came after me with his little petty problems and blamed them on me as if I caused them. And that’s all that’s been on my mind and that’s why I was always coming out here.