Rich Girl In Cowboy Boots

12. Issues

Our conversations ends only a couple minutes before my house comes into view. I’ve never felt so guilty and horrible in my entire life. I totally forgot about Tyler. I couldn’t help but ask myself “Should I tell him?” But at this point, nothing and no one can make me come clean about what happened today. It would be easier that way. No one would get hurt.

But in order for this to never happen again, I’ll have to stay awake from Luke. I already know this be a challenge, unless I stay with Luke, as in a couple. Is that even an option? No, Luke doesn’t seem like the type of guy that does the whole ‘dating’ thing.

I stop myself from over thinking anything by finding a place to park Luke’s truck. I can’t park it in the driveway, afraid that my mom will see it the next morning, and I definitely do not want her getting any ideas. A couple minutes later, I decide on parking behind the horse stables. Hopefully this is good enough.

I hop out the truck, fixing my tangled hair that has had Luke’s hand running through it. I check my appearance in the side view mirror before I hop out. I don’t look good, but I also don’t look like I had a make out session 30 minutes ago.

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“I’m home!” I exclaim, walking into the house.

"Good, can you come help me in the kitchen?” I hear my mom’s voice.

I walk into the kitchen not shocked to see my mother pulling something out of the oven. Her dark hair is tucked into a ponytail, highlighting her delicate features. But then the sudden thought of her lying to me about who my father is fills my head. A random anger fills me, and I try to suppress it, but as much as I try I can’t.

“I just want you to know that unless you are ready to talk about my father, the real one, there isn’t much for us to talk about.” I say bluntly, turning to leave the kitchen.

“Wait. I need to explain.” She says, wrapping a hand around my forearm.

“I’m waiting.” I say, spinning around and looking into her eyes.

“I can’t right now. I’m sorry. Now is just not a good time. I want to make sure you will be able to take it all. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.” She says, her eyes full of regret.

“Seems like we’ll have to talk at a better time.” I say coldly.

“Ava, will you please calm down. I’m just looking out for you. I’m always thinking of your best interest, please believe me.” She tells me.

“Were you thinking about my best interest when you decided to manipulate me into thinking that the man I’ve called my father for the past 17 years isn’t my father?” I say, choking back tears. I’m not going to cry.

“Yes, I was! When I met your dad, I knew that he was the main that I wanted to raise my child with. I knew that we would be safe with him, that we would be secure.” she tells me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I flinch at her touch, but I don’t pull away.

“Mom, you don’t get it. Do you? This isn’t just about not knowing who my father is, it’s about you lying to me for my whole entire life. You deceived me into thinking something that’s not true. I’m hurt, Mom. I’ll try to forgive you one day, but right now you’re the last person I want to talk to. Unless you have something worth sharing, don’t come to me and act like everything is okay, because it’s not.” I say, feeling warm tears fall down my cheek.

My mom looks down at my words, and I know she feels terrible. But I’m not the one to act like everything is okay, and I won’t feed her lies telling her that this is just a small bump in the road. It’s something bigger, and no one can deny that.