It Finally Makes Sense (on hold)

Chapter One

Rebecca had her foot on the dashboard and was leaning her head against the window in the front seat of the car, hoping that they’d move fast than five miles an hour sooner than later.

Rebecca was angry. Furious actually described her mood better. She was mad at a couple of different things at that moment. First being the traffic. Oh that awful traffic on I-95! The trip was supposed to be twelve hours but it had been stretched way longer than that. They really only had about thirty minutes left, but the time kept on being stretched out. It was stupid driving out of town on a Saturday in June. Second thing she was mad at wasn’t really a thing; actually, it was her mom. Other than being an average teenage girl who fought with her mom constantly, she was furious with her for dumping her away for the summer. The entire summer! The last, important thing she was mad at, because let’s face it, with Rebecca there could thousands of things that upset her mood, but the main one was Greg. Greg wasn’t an ex-boyfriend who broke her heart or even a best friend who let her down, but it was someone who broke her heart even if she’d never admit it; her father.

When you’re mad at a few different things like Rebecca was, it really boils up inside of you. She couldn’t believe her mother was shipping her off to New York City to stay with her father for two and a half months with her eleven year old little sister, Bella.  She would have to live with a man she hated. A man who left her, Bella, and their mother! She couldn’t understand how her mom and dad were friends, they talked all the time, actually, and Bella just adored their dad. Rebecca always told her to wait until she was older and then she’d hate their father, too.

She would much rather still be in Tennessee. In the fresh air surrounded by her friends that understood her, that got her. She’d go out every day, probably wouldn’t even come home if it were up to her if she had been able to stay home this summer.

Her mom said that her father’s condo was her home, too. Ha! She thought. That man’s condo, in the city wasn’t her home; it’d never be her home.

Rebecca couldn’t control her thoughts; they were rambling and scurrying everywhere.

“Stop tapping your foot on the dash,” her mother instructed her, turning down the radio as she looked back and saw Bella passed out.

She didn’t stop though. She just ignored her and acted as if she hadn’t heard her which wasn’t really hard to do since she had her IPod headphones in, it just wasn’t playing music since it had died hours ago but she couldn’t let her mom know that because than that mean they’d have to talk, and Rebecca hated talking, even more than her mother’s poor music choices.

She heard her mom let out an exasperated sigh. She had been doing that a lot lately, especially when it came to being near Rebecca. It was a wonder she still had much patience left.

“Rebecca can you just promise me one thing?” her mom asked, frowning, looking at her.

“What?”

“Ah so you can hear me!”

Crap, she thought. She was supposed to stay in the ignoring her mother zone. That didn’t go as plan, apparently. She groaned inwardly, not wanting to answer her mom.

“Take an easy on your father?

“Why?” Rebecca spat out. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. How was she supposed to take an easy on her father? After divorcing her mom? After leaving them? After everything that had happened in the last five years?

“Because he loves you.” Her mother’s words almost seemed believable but she erased those thoughts from her mind.

“Whatever, I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbled, continuing to stare out the window. Even staring out the window she could fully see the lines making their way to her mother’s forehead.