**UNDER CONSTRUCTION**
Chapter 2~
The first thing I noticed when I stepped inside the house was the potent smell of vanilla. There must have been candles or an air freshener. The second thing I noticed was a pair of women's heels against the wall near the front door. The third thing I noticed was that the house was decorated nicely. The rug on the wooden floor, paintings on the walls and furniture all matched and contributed to the country theme. This stuck me as strange, because one, my dad couldn't even match his clothes, and two, he knew nothing about interior design.
"Dad, either you're secretly into decorating, or this is a woman's doing," I stated.
He let out a bellowing laugh. "It was a woman, I promise you. My girlfriend, Linda, actually."
Anger rose up in my chest. "Why didn't you mention that before? Don't you think it's kind of important?" I said, glaring at him.
"Sorry darlin, I didn't think it was a big deal. She doesn't live with me," he replied as he set my bags down in the small foyer.
"Whatever," I mumbled. I didn't want to get off on the wrong foot. I began to explore the house. In front of the door were stairs that I guessed led up to the bedrooms. I walked straight down a short hallway that opened up to a sparsely furnished living room.
To the right of the living room was the kitchen and a small dining table. I noticed that it was all hardwood flooring, with a few rugs here and there. I liked how there was a lot of windows, letting the sunlight pour in. It was slightly bigger than my old house, and a hell of a lot bigger than the apartment that my mom and I shared in the city. This house was open, simple, and comfortable, which was perfect to me.
"Come up here and I'll show you your bedroom!" My dad called from upstairs. I grabbed my remaining bags from the foyer and trudged up the steps. He led me down to the last bedroom at the end of the hallway.
The bedroom was medium-sized, with a window that looked right out to the barn and horse pastures. I felt excitement bubbling up inside me. I had ridden horses since I was 4 years old. After I moved to the city, I only rode for 2 more years because there was only one barn nearby and I became too advanced for it.
The room was pretty plain except for the purple blankets on the bed, a purple rug, and matching curtains. The only furniture was a dresser, a mirror, a bedside table, and the bed.
"Sorry that it's not much, this was just a guest bedroom before. Linda picked up the purple stuff when we found out you were coming," my dad explained.
"No, no, it's perfect. Purple's actually my favorite color," I said, and I wasn't lying. My mom and I had to share a bedroom in the city because our apartment was so small.
"Ok, good. My stable hand doesn't come on Sundays so I gotta go do barn work. I'll just leave you to unpack then," he said, and quickly turned and walked out of the room. I got the feeling he was slightly thrown off by my presence. After all, he spent 5 years without being a father.
After unpacking, I went downstairs to find something to eat in the kitchen. As soon as I opened the fridge, my heart sank. Tucked on the back of the bottom shelf were beer cans. I took a deep breath and fought the anger that was welling up inside of me.
I should have known that he wouldn't be able to give up alcohol, but he shouldn't have lied to me about it. I decided to leave it alone until later. First I had to focus on getting food. The fridge was nearly empty, and I guessed that the cabinets were too. I walked out to the barn and found my dad mucking out a stall.
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Heart of Georgia
Romantizm(UNDER CONSTRUCTION) Shay Crawford never thought her parents would get divorced. She never thought she would have to leave Georgia. She never thought her life would self-destruct. And she definitely never thought that her mom would die when she was...
