Army of Love and Hate

Chapter 8 - You better respect THEM.

Sorry, this next chapter is really bad, and its based on a ton of random stuff:c

This is going to start were we left off when I got sick...thanks for staying with me while I write! Comment, Vote, and Please Fan!!!!!!!

I stripped from my clothes, washed my face and body, put on my jeans,boots, and t-shirt, and walked into the kitchen for dinner.

"You know Austin done left you and didn't say good-bye." my dad said as I walked into the kitchen and sat on an old wooden chair in the back corner of the room. "You two've been fightin' again?"

"Not exactly." I said getting up helping my mom fix the table.

"Well, I just want you to respect him. Being Veterans Day and all." My mom said interupting our conversation.

"Your lucky you haven't lost him. Being a fighter pilot is a big duty on his part." My dad said.

My parents were from the country, you could hear it in their voices too. My dad served in the Navy, my mom is just a stay at home mom, but she's the greatest one at that. We have a farm now, which keeps my parents more than busy.

"I know. I thank God every day for letting him live. I don't know what i'd do without him." I said putting the utensils on the table.

"I know you and Isaiah are well done over, but I expect you to respect him too." My dad said washing his hands before dispersing the fried chicken onto the plates.

"Yes Sir." I said, but I knew inside that I didn't want anything to do with Isaiah as long as he had that bitch on his hands. I wonder if he ever even told her he was dating me...

My mom said grace, and I ate my chicken and beans quicker than you would ever imagine. I sat there and pondered over my bowl of fruit salad. Fruit is my favorite thing on earth other than sports. But my dads comment about Isaiah made me lose my appetite.

"Hun, why you not eatin'?" my mom said looking at me weirdly.

"I'm just not hungry, sorry mom." I said.

"Why don't you empty your dishes and clean up our things, then you should get going to bed." my dad said shifting his plate and bowl towards me.

"Yes sir." I said not snapping back at the fact that it was only 6:37. My bedtime isn't intill 10, but I figured I would just stay awake with my thoughts intill then.

"Good." My dad said as he picked his coat off the rack. "I'm going out to get your brothers." He said grabbing his riffle and kissing me and my mom on the forehead.

I have four brothers. Jason, the oldest (age 27) was married and was a doctor in the city, he doesn't like the people there much, but he said he'll have to put up with them to make a living.

My other brother Peter (age 23) is in the Navy just like my dad once was.

My other brothers Jake and Derek work in the feilds all day for my dad. Jake(age 19) and Derek (mentioned in the books before) was age 21.

I finished up my chores and walked into my room. The walls were painted a dirty yellow, but I liked it that way. My room had all my personalities on every wall, The smallest wall at the end of my room was covered with camoflauge tape, pictures of Isaiah, Austin, and Peter, and selves full of little toy soldiers. It was my favorite wall in my room.

The other small wall on the opposite side of my room was covered with my pittsburg steelers jerseys, Phillies posters, Boltimore Orioles T-shirts, and tons of dallas cowboys stuff.

The biggest wall away from the door was covered in my skateboards, snowboards, skii equipment, basketballs, softballs, and my other sports equipment and trophies. My mom hates that i'm such a tomboy and that I don't act like the pure country girl they raised me as. I liked being different...It gave me self confidence that made me feel good and different about my self. I gained the nickname "countrypunk" over the years being I love rock music.

The other wall was blank it just held family pictures, my dressers, and my closet.

As I sat there on my bed I pulled off my boots, took off my jeans and shirt, and replaced them with Navy Blue sweat pants and my brothers old Navy soccer t-shirt. I pulled out my ipod from the little drawer in my desk. Placed the headphones in my ears, collapsed on my bed, and fell asleep to taylor swifts- mean.