A Shy Girl & A Wild Horse

Chapter 4~

A Shy Girl & A Wild Horse

Chapter 4~

"Becca Harley, daughter of Susan and Richard Harley and grandchild of Darrel and Hope Harley?" A woman's voice sounded in my head.

It was like I was a robot; a very depressed robot.

I just nodded my head. I didn't even hear her question.

"Tell me if I am wrong dear. Your parents are divorced and your mother died in a car reck when you were 3?"

I nodded again barely even understanding what this conversation was about.

"And your father put you in the custody of your grandparents because he didn't have any money to support the both of you?"

Another nod but now I knew what we were talking about.

After the sudden death of my grandparents Caitlin called her parents and told them about what had just happened and then after a few days of me living with them, they called some other people.

The people were trying to figure out what to do with me. They were dressed in black suits except for the lady talking to me. Unlike the other men she had a nice smile on her face and she wore a blue sundress with her long black hair curled nicely. She looked almost like a model.

"Becca now I need you to listen to me closely." She said.

I nodded my head and made sure that I was listening.

"We called your father last night-"

"No."

The lady seemed taken back that I suddenly talked but even more that I said 'no'.

"What do you mean no?" She asked with her smile staring to fade.

"If you are telling me that I am going to live with him, then I swear that I am going to start laughing so hard. He doesn't care about me! That's why he divorced my mother!" I yelled.

My voice was unsteady and cracked every time I spoke. My eyes were bloodshot and they threatened to start to cry again. I went from sad to completely depressed and everyone saw it too.

"Becca just listen to me. We checked his reports and he didn't divorce your mother because of you, it was because he started drinking and gambling and lost all the money, and he would hit your mother. When he was sober he knew that he had to do something to make sure he didn't hit her again. So he divorced her thinking that it was the best thing for her. He stopped drinking and gambling and got a job working as a vet and when he got enough money he bought himself a ranch."

I blinked and when I spoke it was as quiet as a mouse.

"How do you know that?"

"Well dear that's what he told us."

"And you just believed him!" I shouted.

I stood up out of my chair and started to walk away.

"He has done nothing in the past 15 years for us to think that he would tell a lie. And he told us that he wants to see you so badly that he would give up his farm to see you for 5 minutes." She said following me.

"I don't believe it! Not one word!" I stated, I could feel the hot anger rising inside of me.

"Well I hate to bring it to you but either you go to live with your father, or you are going to be put in a girls home." Her voice softened.

I stopped walking instantly.

A girls home?

No way I am going there!

And no way I am going to live with my 'father'!

I turned back to her and saw a pleading expression on her face.

I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place...

"Are those my only two options?" My voice cracked.

"I'm afraid so dear." The amount of sympathy in her voice was sickening.

I hate when people pity me. It makes me look weak and vulnerable.

"Can I think about it?"

"You have 5 minutes." She said and walked away.

5 minutes...

I fell to the floor and put my head between my knees.

I hate my life...

How was I supposed to choose between those two. To someone else it may seem like an easy choice but not to me!

It's the hardest choice ever.

If I choose a girls home, then I will never be part of a family again. People only want the younger children, they don't want a 15 going-on-16-year-old girl.

But if I choose my father then I will have to face the man that divorced mother, and because of the divorce she went out and drank to much and drove and flew right off a bridge.

Why are life decisions so hard?

Maybe what my father told them was true...no! Becca that is not true!

"Becca?" The sweet lady came back and I felt myself die inside again.

I shook my head.

I was going to regret anyone of the decisions. I would regret going to a girls home and I would regret going to live with my father.

"What is it?"

I sighed and felt like the world had ended.

"I'll go to Texas."

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A/N~ I hope you guys like this chapter! I know that I haven't updated in a long time but now that I have looked at my CRAZY schedule I won't be able to post everyday, it will be more like every four days! I know it's horrible and I'm so sorry! Vote and comment suggestions! Thank you!!!❤️

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