Wild Ride - The Alternative Version (Book 2)

Chapter 21~I Miss You

"C'mon, get up. You're going to stay with your father for the rest of vacation." I said to Abigail, who I'd been struggling with to wake up as it was nearly eleven. She shot up in the bed like a rocket, her eyes wide.

"You're not serious!" She exclaimed, obviously not excited about this.

"Oh, but I'm dead serious. Pack your stuff, we leave as soon as you're ready, and I will make sure you're ready, so don't stall." I warned.

"No! You can't make me go!" Abigail pulled the covers up over her head and curled up into a ball.

"I can, and I will. We've already arranged for you to stay with him, so you're going whether you want to or not." I told her, pulling the covers off of her and picking her up out of the bed and making her stand. She glared at me with as much anger as she could manage.

"You saw what happened last night, he doesn't really care. Now you're sending me to stay with him for a month!? Do you want me to suffer?" She growled.

"Oh don't be so dramatic. He's looking forward to having you stay with him, even though you're so mean to him. Do you even know how much it hurts him when you repeatedly push him away? When you refuse to talk to him, or to even look at him? Especially when you tell him things like he doesn't have to be your father anymore? He loves you, Abigail, and he's doing his best but you're not making it easy. Just try to be a little more open-minded, and nicer to him, please." I said, and she just rolled her eyes.

"Whatever." Abigail muttered before going to her closet and getting out her backpack, apparently giving up on arguing with me about it already. "Way to ruin my vacation, Mom." I heard her say as I started to leave the room.

I looked over my shoulder at her and said, "You'll live, I promise." I heard her grumble under her breath at me before I left the room and went out to the living room, but not before I noticed that she'd taped her picture of Jimmy back up on her wall by her bed. I already had her clothes packed, that I'd done while she was sleeping and she never stirred once. The kid could probably sleep through an explosion without even moving the slightest bit.

It took Abigail about half an hour to get her stuff together, including her guitar and the amp that had originally been in her room at Jimmy's house. She was bringing the Syn guitar with her, since that was the guitar that was technically supposed to stay at Jimmy's house but he convinced her to bring it with her two years ago to get me to play with her instead of just instructing her.

Abigail walked out to the car sullenly with her backpack on her shoulders, hands shoved into her pockets while I brought her guitar and amp. The whole ride there she just stared out the window in a cantankerous mood, her eyebrows knit together in anger and frustration. I didn't bother talking to her because I knew I'd get some smart remark back and really I was tired of it. I felt bad that Jimmy was going to have to deal with her rebellious and rude behavior, but maybe if this works out the way Mike thought it would, that'll change. After all, that kind of personality came to be after Jimmy had been gone for a full year, even though he wasn't really gone.

When I pulled up to Jimmy's house, Abigail stared up at it with angry eyes. Jimmy came to the door and watched as I got her guitar and amp out of the back of the car and took it in, and he greeted me when I did. I went back to the car to get Abigail's bag of clothes and then waited for her to get out of the car, but she sat right there and did not budge. I sighed and opened the door to where she was sitting.

"Get out of the car, Abigail." I ordered firmly. She stared up at me and huffed before practically dragging herself out of the car with her backpack. Abigail trudged along a little ways behind me as we walked up to the front door, where Jimmy was still waiting for us.