The Summer of 1935

Chapter 2. Just Ben

"No, no, no, no, no! You couldn't have waited at least a week into our vacation to tell me something like this? Or at least give me an option, Papa?" you yelled.

"We ain't discussing this any more Kit, do you hear me?!" your dad yelled back.

"It'll ruin me!" you cried.

He got close and grabbed your shoulders aggressively, forcing you to look at him "Ruin you? Kit, You're gonna be the richest woman in America!" he yelled, trying to make you understand.

"I don't want it, Papa! Give it to Poe, Or Rey! Sign it over to Rey, please!" you begged as the tears finally began to roll down your cheeks.

"Kit you're being over dramatic!" your Mom said sitting on the couch behind you, a drink already in her hand. It wasn't even 4 p.m yet.

"I ain't signing over our business to Poe, your cousins already got too much shit to handle on his own with your Auntie and Uncle being gone! And I ain't giving the company to Rey, she's 16! It's already been planned, You are the next owner of Palp Industries." He aggressively stated.

Your best friend Clair stood up from the couch and walked over to you, putting her hand on your shoulder and said "Kit it ain't that bad. It's gonna be okay." she said, trying to comfort you.

He turned his head slightly to look at her and said "Thank you, darlin." he turned his head back to you "Listen to your friend!"

You gave Clair a dirty look, and turned back to your dad "Ain't one gonna wanna marry me! I'll never get a husband-"

"You don't need one, Kit!" he yelled, cutting you off. "We got money! You don't need someone to support you, ever!" he said matter-of-factly.

"So that's it then? You got my life all figured out, and I don't have a goddamn say in it? You questioned, biting your cheek.

"Watch your mouth!" your mom yelled from behind you.

"This conversation is over, you'll thank me later for this." he said sternly.

You took in a deep shaky breath, overwhelmed from crying. You looked over at your mom who was paying no attention to the fight you and your dad were having, only the magazine in her lap and the drink in her hand. "I didn't want this!" you said aggressively, looking back at your dad.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you stormed out the back door of your family's lake house, needing to get away.  You walked up and down the beach for what seemed like hours, you were still in your bathing suit from the days earlier activities. It was a simple blue tube top with matching bottoms but you threw on a pair of jean shorts overtop. As the sun began to set it got windy, you could feel the slight sunburn on your cheeks as the cool air blew against them. Your hair blew slightly with the wind also, you really didn't mind though, it felt nice. Calming, you needed it.

You walked, and walked. Finding peace in the aloneness.  Until your aloneness was cut off by kids playing down the beach behind you, you assumed. But as you walked you could hear the sand rustling behind you. After the rustling got too close for comfort you turned around, startled by the sight you saw. A dog, a big, fluffy dog, running straight at you.

It wasn't until you heard the voice of a man you realized the dog had an owner. "MISS, WATCH OUT!" he yelled. But it was too late, the dog was already on top of you.

You laid on the sand in shock, you heard the man approach cursing under his breath "Damn dog!"

As the hyper dog laid on top of you, it began to lick you causing you to laugh. You decided it was safe to pet  saying "I'm just not having a good day am I?" You'd be lying if you said this dog did not make your day slightly better, it was adorable.