Cowboy's Little Darling - Besotted Hero

Chapter 1

-NOT a grovel book. Besotted hero book-

My life had never felt so strange and empty as in that moment.

I didn't know if I should cry and give up or if I should scream and run back to the safety of my home. I was now on my front porch feeling so tiny looking at the men who where taking all the things that had mattered to me away with them.

I had never felt so alone and hopeless with so much tragedy happening in my life.

I wanted to beg the bank to give me more time to pay whatever money mom had owed them. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs at the unfairness of their behavior. How could my life change so suddenly in just one month's time?

One month ago I had a mom and a home and nothing to be scared about but now... I had nothing... Just an auntie I had never met who lived on a farm in a very distant place.

I knew it would be dangerous and scary and bad things would happen to me if I so much left mom's house. Mom had warned me about the consequences and I feared the moment I would need to step outside my front door... So many things could go wrong.

Mom said men snatched women and tried to kiss them and do a lot of other evil things with them. So I was forbidden to ever try to leave home or to make friends because it was safer this way.

I wondered about the other ladies... How could they wander alone and go to school with no escort and no one to protect them when I couldn't even leave the house?

Mom said men were bad creatures and they would try to take me if they saw my beauty.

I never understood exactly why mom acted that way and why we needed to be so afraid but I was sure mom just wanted to protect me from evil and for that I was grateful.

I had lived in a cottage far away from the city all my life and had no close neighbors or friends for that matter. It was like we were isolated from the outside world where no harm could be done to us and so we had lived a very pacific, pleasant life, making company to each other, taking care of the chores in the house and reading books while sipping tea and eating homemade cookies.

I didn't mind this life. Sometimes it could be lonely and I would panic when thinking about my mom dying. But overall, everything was nice and we had a lot of distractions and different things to do.

My father had passed away when I was little so I had no recollections of him.

I just went out of the house to do groceries and to go to church together with my mother, but she insisted I wear a hat and cover my hair because it was a striking white blonde and it was not good to let others see it.

I was sad I had no friends and also that I couldn't talk much with anyone at church. Sometimes we received visits but Mom always asked me to wait in my room, cause she wanted me to be safe no matter what.

She had schooled me and taught me everything about being a good woman. I knew how to cook, bake, sew, to take care of the house and animals we had and was very intelligent and liked to read a lot. I had no television or a phone and wondered when Mom would give me one.

Sometimes I asked about finding a job or making a trip by myself again... Maybe talk with someone beside her. But she always remained so stressed with the possibility I didn't insist too much. It was better that way, honestly.

Sometimes we received visits from different men. Some would bring bouquets, presents and chocolates. Mom never allowed them to enter the house and would scream at them to leave and never come back again. I didn't know why she was so mad at them. Some were quite good-looking, just like the ones in my books.