The Road Home

Part 7

"The urge to run, the restlessness.  The heart of stone I sometimes get.  The things I've done for foolish pride.  The me that's never satisfied.  The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see; I guess that's just the cowboy in me."  -Tim McGraw, Cowboy in Me 

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Laying in bed at 5:30am I keep playing the phone call in my head.  Sighing I sit up and push my self up; walking to my dresser.  Throwing on a sweatshirt over my shirt I walk down stairs, quietly as I can.  I walk to the cupboard and grab a mug filling it with water.  Not wanting to use a teapot I put it in the microwave to heat. Grabbing a tea bag I set it on the counter next to the sugar.  As the numbers tick down to one I hit the stop button.  Reaching up and opening the door; I reach into grab the mug.  "Damn! Crap, that hurts!" I say loudly as I lost my grip on the mug and really hot water splashes on my hands and down to my feet.  Biting my lip I hold my hand to my chest, hoping I didn't wake Owen up.  To late I can hear him coming down the stairs.

"Baylor! Where are you? What's goin' on?" He calls as he enters the hallway.  Then he looks towards the kitchen and sees me.  He walks over, "How'd ya manage to do that?" He asks seeing my hand; which is now an angry red color and slightly swelled.  He gently guides me over to the sink.  Turning the water on cold he gestures for me to put my hand under the faucet. 

"Ouch! How the heck is this supposed to help it just hurts more!"  I flinch and mutter under my breath, glaring in his direction.

"Well if ya hadn't hurt yourself in the first place...." He smirks at me, "But it cools the skin so it doesn' keep burning.  You can pull it out now."

"Right.. and you're a jerk ya know.  I didn't do it on purpose I was distracted."  I say as my thoughts drift back to the conversation my father and I had the night before.  Yawning, I tell him, "My dad and I talked last night.  Or rather we argued and I finally gave him a piece of my mind."

"Took ya long enough.  Ya two haven' seen eye ta eye in years and he does all he can to control ya."  He smiles to me leaning against the counter.  "Any way how ya doin' with that?  I can't imagine it went over very well."

Shrugging my shoulder I grab some paper towels to clean up my mess.  "Like I said, we argued and he wasn' the most happy with what I had to say.  He lost it when I called him on his behavior toward Ethan an Jared.  So I hung up on him."  I turn to toss the wet towels into the trash and see Owen looking at me skeptically.  "Yeah okay maybe I blew my top on 'im a little.  But he deserved it."  Then he starts laughing.  "He Jerkface stop laughin' at me!" I say grabbing a towel and wiping it at him trying to look mean.  I failed as I start to laugh along with him.

Calming down we both stop laughing, me shaking my head.  "Why is that even funny?"  

"I just picture you losing it on your daddy.  It is funny, he was probably turnin' red from being so mad." He grins standing up.  I glance at the clock and see it's almost 6:15am.  

"We gotta start gettin' ready for work you goof.  And yeah I imagine my daddy wasn' to happy with me, but he never really is anyway.  So who cares.  This ranch is mine ta run not his.  He can suck it up and but the heck out." Owen starts to chuckle but stops and goes up the stairs when he sees the look I'm giving him.  I follow after him heading into my room closing the door behind me.  I change into a pair of jeans and grab a shirt with a cross on the back.  After changing I bruch out my hair before lazily putting in a pony tail.   I jog back downstairs to find Owen already there, and letting Logan in.  

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Sorry this is short!! I'll try to come back and add to it.  I have a headache and lost where I was going with this.   SORRY GUYS

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