The Born Rider

The Born Rider Chapter 2: The Not so Perfect Life and Moveing On

My story is origionaly published on fanfiction.net with the same title by TwistedMidnight (Me)

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In Texas, life was great. Some people might think to stay away, but for some people (like me) it was a great place to grow up. My family was one of the richest families in Texas thanks to my dad, who just happened to be a very talented and skilled movie director, making some of the best movies the world had ever seen.

My mom had found her thrills with many things, but she always loved riding her favorite motorcycle, "Charlie." I would like to think that she spent more time with me than her beloved "Charlie," but then I would be lying.

My mom loved me, don't get me wrong, but it seemed like she would rather be with her bike than me; it felt like she was scared of me for some reason when I was younger. But, when I got older, she let me go my own way, apparently thrilled to see me go.

Mom and dad were always out, leaving me feeling that I could do anything and they wouldn't care. I was right. I used to think that my family was all right, that we were a happy southern family. That also turned out to be another lie in my perfect life. My mom knew things, things I would rather she never found out.

She found out my dad was having an affair with one of his collages, Sasha. The worst part was my mom had found out that I had known about my dad's affair.

I remember her never talking to me at all; she almost went into a kind of depression. Things had gone downhill in my life during that time. My dad had eventually left my mom to be with Sasha and her daughter, Macy, leaving his only biological daughter behind. My grades dropped dramatically (they weren't that great to begin with). I was kicked off the cheerleading squad, people I thought were my friends turned on me, and we had to sell our mansion of a house.

Too many things had changed, I thought everything was my fault, and I found myself wanting out of life. My solution was death. Now, if I think about it, that idea was stupid, and I thank god it didn't work out. I should actually thank my mom's colleagues for cancelling their meeting that night. And also my mom for finding me in the bathroom right after I swallowed the pills that could have easily taken my life.

The next few months after that were way worse than before. My dad had found out and had filed for full custody in family court. If that wasn't bad enough, he won, and I had to move in with my dad and his new wife and daughter.

So, now that you are caught up on what's happening let's start with the car ride with my mom to the airport:

"Mom, why won't you talk to me?"

"What do you want me to say, Allison Blaze Dregman?" my mom complained (it was never a good sign when she used my full name).

"I'm leaving, and you act like you don't care. Are you mad at me?" I questioned.

"Why would I be mad, Allison? Huh? You tried to kill yourself, and now your lame brain father has got custody of you? Why would I be mad?" she yelled. For the rest of the trip, I remember holding back tears. My mom had every right to be mad; she was losing her only daughter, one of the only two family members she had left. My grandma had passed away mysteriously late last year, and my mom's father (my grandpa) had been admitted to a hospital because of a heart attack the night I had swallowed the pills that started this mess. At the time, I thought my grandpa should have been admitted to a mental hospital.

What my mom hadn't realized was that I had had my own problems lately since the night my mom had saved my life. I had been having the same recurring dream (if you could call it a dream; it seemed more like a nightmare). The dream started out with feelings of bliss, almost like those seen in those mushy girl movies, and then it turned into an eternal nightmare. It felt like my skin was burning, like my flesh was being slowly peeled off. The worst part of the dream? I kind of liked it. That sent shivers down my body, but it felt like a second nature.