My Father Is Who?!: An E.P. Fan Fiction.

Chapter Seventeen. Five: Suspicious Minds.

~Aarons p.o.v~

I stepped through the grass and made my way toward the barn. Kammy had sent me with a task and I was going to do what she told me too. I marched through the knee high grass, humming a faint tune to myself. Something I heard Dahlia playing on the guitar, I could only guess.

Sure, I was gonna bring momma her baskets but first, I had to see that car. I needed to touch it again and feel it's muscles under my palm. I couldn't bring myself to understand why the hell Jesse would lock it up like that. Something that beautiful should be driven and shown to the world proudly. People should see it. They should know that it's there. It's a little piece of Americana. 

I stepped in front of the red sun-ravished barn and stared at it in delight, knowing what I longed for was just beyond the big barn doors. 'No reason to be scared' something pushed. Something in me had to see this car. Not for nothing but I was starting to think that Dahlia might be right. There might be something going on that shouldn't be. 

Pushing the large door back, I listened to hinges scream much louder than typical. I stood back and stared at the tarp that lined the car that had haunted my dreams. Taking a few steps, I listened to the echoes of my foot falls and watched the fine dust particles fly into the air. Although my hands were shaking, I refused to show it.

Standing at the side of the tarp, I grabbed the tarp and pulled it back. Allowing it to fall to the floor at my feet, I stared at it's majestic beauty. The car looked like it had just been rolled out of the factory. Why wouldn't he be proud of something so beautiful? Somethings didn't make sense to me. Jesse didn't make sense to me. Maybe I was going off the deep end? Because the things Dahlia said to me were starting to add up in my head. 

Moving closer to the car, I ran my index finger along it's lustrous muscle. I'd never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. Then again; I wasn't accustom to the lifestyle that I'd fallen into. I must as well be blunt with everyone, including myself. I was nothing more than a poor farmers son with no money, no hope, and no future. But Dahlia, oh my sweet Dahlia, she had it all. The money, the looks, the bright and promising future. 

Moving slowly, I traveled to the rear back window and used the sleeve of my shirt, I wiped some of the accumulating dirt from the window to peer in. The interior was white, but the carpeting was a soft pink. The car was definitely something that was either rebuilt or custom made. 

I couldn't control myself. Before I knew what I was doing, my shaking hand was resting on the door handle. I inhaled deeply and pressed the lock in. It clicked and the door opened in my hand. I breathed a sigh of relief and sank into the white leather seat. It still felt new. Glancing around, I took in the musty smell. No one had driven this vehicle in a while. Why would Jesse leave something this beautiful in a barn to rot on it's lonesome. 

Hell, I'd drive it on a regular basis. I thought to myself with a slight chuckle.

Running my hand along the pink steering wheel, I couldn't help but grin. I could picture myself driving this. One hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around Dahlia. There was something so beautiful about this picture to me. Only because I wanted it to be a reality. Tapping my fingers against the white dash bored, I leaned against the back seat and hummed to myself.

Something caught my attention, thank god it did. The yelling of none other than Charlie Hodge told me they were coming this way. I leaped from the car and went to work at pushing the tarp back over the pink American dream. That was when I realized just how trapped I left myself. Panic ran hot through my veins. I could fell the beads of sweat form across my brow but I did my best to mop them away with the sleeve of my shirt. I only had one option, and I was hoping that it would pain out in my favor.