Leaving Oklahoma
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Shelby's POV: Her room
I heard a vehicle coming up our gravel driveway. Aunt Adele should really just tell me I'm too young for sex instead of having her boyfriend sneak in to do it all night. The head lights shone through the cracks in my curtains and covered my walls. She's already given David a key to the back door.
I heard noises coming from outside my window. I got out of bed and peeked through the curtains. That's not David's truck, its a white van. I almost had a heart attack when a saw a man out my window staring back at me. I ran to my closet where I keep the shot gun David got me. I sat on my bed and waited.
POP
There goes my screen.
Creeeeek
My windows open.
The man climbed in and saw my gun pointed at him. "Don't shoot!"
"Why not?"
"I'm your father. You need me."
"Bullshit."
"I really am your old man."
"Whats my name?" I asked this man.
"Shelby Rose Daye. Your named after your moms favorite bar, 'Shelby On Rose Street'."
"Don't talk about my mom!"
"Shh. Addie will hear you."
"Adele. And why are you here?" I spat.
"Your coming with me. I have unfinished business in New York."
"Where my mom died?" I asked.
"Yes. Exact same place."
"Why do you need me?" now I'm actually curious.
"Because I don't have your mom. Now are you going to walk or do I need to carry you to the van?"
Something caught my eye from outside the window. A house, not just any house. My best friends house. Carter, the only guy, no, the only person that has ever shown interest in my life besides my mom. I can't leave him. I just can't. "I'm not going any where."
"Pack your things- Did you just say no?"
"I'm staying here in Perry Oklahoma." I stated flatly.
"Well you can pack your things by yourself now, or I can through some clothes in a bag for you."
"Last time I checked, I'm the one with the gun."
"What could possibly be keeping you here? I know your not attached to that old hag." And the truth was, I really wasn't. She took me in and gave me an education when no one else was around. But I still don't feel attached to her. I've always kept to myself and she always let me. Its always been a 'front doors never locked, foods in the fridge' kinda thing. We never really spent time with each other in a long time. I can't believe its been nine years here. Over half of my life I've spent here in Oklahoma.
The only thing keeping me here is Carter. Is it worth it? Is my best friend, one person, worth staying in this small town? "Can you bring me back?"
"What?" he asked confused.
"If I don't like it can you bring me back?" I asked.
"Its a three month process, if we get in, get it done, and get out. So if you if you want to leave after that, I suppose." he reasoned, still whispering.
Three months huh? Well June 1st is tomorrow. So all of June, July, August, about time for school. That is if we move quickly. Why couldn't he come during school? If I don't go, I might never get another chance like this. "I'll go, but only for the three months."
"Then get packing we don't have all night." he said rudely. He whistled out the window and another man came up to it. The man was tall and stern-looking. He handed my dad a suitcase and walked back to the van. The suitcase was then placed on my bed and my dad looked at me. "We'll be in the van." he exited through the window. I began throwing clothes into my large suitcase. I also threw in my hair straighter and toiletries. Make up, socks, a pair of Converse.
I pulled my pillow off of my bed revealing a photograph I forgot about. My mother and I. I was wearing a flowery dress that matched the one my mom was wearing. It was Easter morning before we went to church with Grandad. We weren't really religious, but Grandad, my moms father, was. And we always went with him for Easter and Christmas Eve services. What happened to Grandad anyway?
I grabbed my luggage and walked down the hallway. As I walked passed Aunt Adele's room I stopped. I remembered the good times we had when I was little. Before she forgot about me. Before she left me, mentally. Before I wanted to run. She wont mind me being gone. I just know she wont care.
I walked into the entrance way. "Good bye." I said aloud then exited. Three months... wait for me Carter.
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