Carry Me Home

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

          I rolled over and my bed and groaned. Why did sunshine always have to ruin my day?… or my night anyway. Light streamed through my window, which I did not remember leaving open, and poured onto my bed. I shoved myself into the crack between my bed and the wall, try8ing to get away from the light. But someone knocked on my door.

          “Go away!” I screamed at the door

          “Dianna Minerva, you get up right now young lady. I want to see you dressed and presentable downstairs in half an hour,” my grandmothers commanding voice filled the room.

          I groaned again as I rolled over in my bed and hit my head against the bed board a few times. God, why did my grandmother have to be so annoying? Not just annoying, controlling, I added in my head. So, on orders I stood up in my now clean room and grabbed black pants, but on second thought took jeans out instead. I took a random red shirt out of it’s drawer and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Once I got out I headed downstairs.

          My mother was in the kitchen making breakfast for Mark while Jacob watched some football game on the television. Grandma was sitting in the corner of the family room harmlessly knitting a scarf or something. She looked up when I walked in and set her knitting stuff off to the side. “Dianna, perhaps I did not specify enough. Go back into your room and put on a dress: not a mini skirt or a clingy black thing, a dress. Is that clear?”

          I just rolled my eyes. And after all that effort I put into wearing jeans. I shook my head and walked back up the stairs to find something ‘acceptable’ and ‘appropriate’. I mean, what were doing that we needed to get dressed up for anyway? After looking through my closet about three times I eventually found a dress that wasn’t tight, black, or above my knees. It was a loose green short sleeved dress that went a little below my knees. It was shapeless and looked absolutely hideous, but hey, at least my grandmother would be happy right?

          When I came down the stairs she just stared at me. “What are you wearing? Is that a bed sheet?” Okay, so apparently she didn’t like my dress either.

          “No,” I told her, “It’s just the most hideous dress in the world, and the only one that happens to fit your restrictions.”

          I should have known that grandma would find some way to force me into the dress because she had me take it off so that she could make some ‘adjustments’ to it. After a few hours, she actually tuned it into something that looked relatively okay, even though there were no excuses for the awful color. She had taken the sleeves off and used the fabric to make a loose waistband.

          “Alright,” she said, “now that you have something suitable to wear, we’re all going to go to church.”

          “Church?” Jacob said like it was a foreign word.

          “WHAT?” I yelled at the same time.

          Mark just looked at us like he had no idea what was going on –which he probably didn’t.

          “Yes, it’s about time someone gave you some religious beliefs to look at, it will be an example for your life in the future.”

          “You have got to be kidding me.”

          “Why would I joke?”

          I opened my mouth in shock. Church, seriously? Who did she think I was? I wasn’t some holy fucking nun for heaven’s sake!