Louboutin to Ariat

~ Chapter 2 ~

I look at mom who nods, telling me to take a seat. 

I walk to the nearest seat and sit down.

My parents share a look before looking back at me.

I fidget with my dress, waiting for one of them to talk. 

The silence stretches on and awkwardness fills the air. 

Finally, dad speaks up, "Liberty, you know we love you right?"

My head shoots up. The question shocks me and scares me. I swallow hard before nodding.

"And because we love you, we worry about you." Dad pauses.

I look between them, silently urging dad to continue.

"We're worried that you are..well," Dad pauses again, searching for the right words. 

Mom looks at him and immediately begins talking. "What your dad wants to say is that we're worried about you and we want to know, are you drinking or doing drugs?"

Before I can fully digest the question, I jump up from my seat, "What?! Are you guys serious?!" I look at my mom and then my dad who share the same look. They both look hurt but at the same time, determined.

"Just answer the question." Dad says.

I take a step back, reality of the question sinking in. "You guys are serious. I can't believe...wow." I take a deep breath. "What makes you guys think I drink? Not that I do. Because, to answer your question, I don't drink or do drugs."

Mom answers, "We were talking to Coach Matthews after the game and he mentioned that some of the boys had come to the game with alcohol in their system."

I fight a gasp as my mind immediately flashes to Patrick and Justin. "What happened to them and how did they find out?"

"They weren't allowed to play," Dad says, "And their parents were notified. The alcohol could be smelled on their breathes. Whoever it was wasn't very smart about hiding it."

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. "That's awful. I hope they learned their lesson." I say, getting up, "I better get going. Thanks for this talk mom, dad."

"Where are you going? We haven't let you leave yet." Mom calls out.

Cringing, I slowly turn back around. 

"Yes?" I ask.

"Do you drink?" Mom's voice demands the truth.

I meet her gaze, "No." 


"Do your friends drink?"

"No." I make sure not to hesitate.

"I know you're a teenager, this is your senior year and you want to have fun, but there are other ways of doing it besides drinking and drugs. Is that clear? We dont want you doing it. Is that clear?" Dad's tone becomes harder than usual, a tone I've never heard him use with me.

I nod, "Crystal clear."

"Good." Dad looks at mom, "Now come give us a hug."

I hug them both half heartedly and leave as quickly as I can. 

"I want you home before 1am!" Mom calls after me. 

"Okay!" I shout back, not really paying attention. 


My mind is still reeling from the fact that they would even think to have to have this conversation with me. They know me better than that.

They have offered me to taste some wine here and there but each time I deny it. I can't stand the smell of alcohol. My nose is extremely sensitive towards it, the tiniest bit of it in anything and I cant drink or eat it because I'll taste only the alcohol. They know that so why ask?