The last day I was in the states... The last day I would see my teachers... The last day I would see my friends, or classmates I should say since I really didn't have any friends. The last day of it all. No more bullying, which I would enjoy for a change no more being beaten, battered and bruised. No more bad stuff in my life or so I thought.
"Good Morning Princess," Bubba tells me when I walked downstairs that morning.
"What's so good about it," I asked dryly while grabbing cereal and milk from the fridge still mad that he had sprung this huge life changing experience just last night.
"What's got you so mad early in the morning," he asks me with concern. "Everything okay hone?"
I shrug not addressing his concern and just pass him my plate so he can put it on the table for me before I go to hell.
"Why don't I drive you to school today," he says with a smile trying to get me to perk up I guess.
"I'm fine walking," I tell him with the same dry tone.
"Please I insist," he urges me.
"You can't take me to school you have work and you can't afford to be late or miss out, because of me your boss will murder you." How do I know this? Well let's just say that it's happened 11 head surgeries because of hydrocephalus and I believe like 5 surgeries for Cerebral Palsy and yet Bubba still had to go to work even when I was in the hospital. His boss in outrageous and I don't like him.
"I've worked it out already, come on Princess pretty please," he asks me again this time with puppy dog eyes, which he knows I can't tell him no when he does that.
"You never take me though, why is today different," I ask him with a raised eyebrow. Okay, it's very rare he wants to take me, so stop judging the fact that I'm asking so many questions this is weird for me.
"Is that a yes," he asks me.
"Eh, sure why not," I say finishing up my cereal and smiling at him.
"Great grab your crutches and meet me in my truck I'll be out in a few," he says walking upstairs as I hop down successfully and grab my crutches from their usual spot by the front door. This is going to be interesting if I do say so myself.
"I'm coming," Bubba calls from upstairs as I just wait and then yell "I'll be outside," and left to his truck in the driveway.
"Bubba, can you teach me how to drive," I ask with a grin not knowing if he'd let me.
"What? Are you crazy absolutely not," he says with his eyes bugged out.
"But why not you learned at my age," I say probably bringing up old feelings since I knew what happened that day.
"Abigail I said no and that's final plus I'd like to live to see tomorrow," he says with a stern voice.
"Just because you're driving killed Mommy and Daddy doesn't mean I will kill you," I said and I quickly wanted to shove those words right back into my mouth, because there was this expression mixed between sadness, guilt, regret and anger.
"ABIGAIL STERN YOU WILL NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT OR I WILL NOT TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL AND YOU WILL BE GROUNDED FOR DISRESPECTING ME LIKE THAT I KNOW ITS HARD NOT LIVING WITHOUT YOUR PARENTS BUT YOU DON'T REPEATEDLY BRING UP THE FACT THAT I WAS THE ONE WHO KILLED THEM DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!!!" His eyes were bulging out of his skull, his neck was becoming so red from yelling at me that it looked like his head was going to explode like a ticking time bomb off his body.
"Crystal, sorry I brought it up," I say as I get into the passenger seat and plug in my headphones to my iPod before Bubba had snatched it from me. "Hey, what the heck I know you're mad at me, but you didn't have to do that."
