Almost Sinder3lla

Help on the way?

Chloe's P.O.V

 

 

Yeah sure, it made no sense that Heather abused me. I mean, I didn't do anything wrong. She claimed it was because I caused my father's death. She said that if I wouldn't have slept in the barn that night, there wouldn't have been a fire, and he wouldn't have died.

 I started to believe her. Apparently bruises weren't enough, I had to cut myself too. I got really depressed. Juliana noticed. I couldn't hide much from her. She seemed to be watching me more since she found out. It bugged me, but I just acted like she wasn't there, and everything seemed to be okay. I sat in my window sill a lot. I watched outside, through the rain and the sunshine.

I cried a lot. I blamed myself for a lot of things. For Lucas leaving, my dad dying, even for Heather's hatred for me. 

Today I was going to visit Angel. I hadn't seen her in about two months. She was taken care of in a stable. 

We rode for at least two hours. I felt bad for working her so hard, but I just couldn't stop her. I didn't make her run the whole time. Sometimes I walked her from the ground, sometimes we cantered, sometimes we jogged, and sometimes we practiced jumping. I kept looking at the scar. I cleaned her afterward. She built up a lot of sweat.

My smile faded the day Lucas left, and it hasn't been back ever since. Not even Brandon can bring me a smile. I miss Lucas. He has been gone for about two whole months. I hope Becca is having a good pregnancy. I know Lucas is scared. I hope he finds comfort. I hope he's a good dad. I know he will be though, since he's always been a good brother. He can be very protective, but sometimes it's nice. Lucas hasn't called. He hasn't even texted me. I keep telling myself that he might be busy......but if he's busy he still should at least send a quick text telling me what's going on with the baby.

I've tried texting Lucas. I think he's mad at me. He won't answer me. So I stop Angel and get off. I fished my phone out of my pocket. 

I start typing out my text to him. I have a touch phone. It's awesome.

 

"Lucas, please talk to me."

 

For the first time in two months, he texted me back.

 

"What's there to talk about?"

"Why are you mad at me?"

 

"Because you said it would be better to get rid of my kid!"

 

"I'm sorry okay. It's just my opinion. I mean I think you'd be a good dad, but not now. Lucas, I know you hooked up with someone before you went and found out about your kid. You might cheat on Becca."

"Look, Chloe. I know I'm not exactly the guy to stick to one girl, and I know that I might not be the best dad ever. But I can't get rid of it. That would be taking a life. I can't let her do that. It's just like murder. Plus, I'm kinda excited to be a father."

 

"I'm happy for you Lucas."

 

"That means a lot to hear that from you."

 

"I gotta go."

 

"Okay, but I promise you that I'm going to text you later."