I opened my eyes and realized I was still in the truck. And we were still in the field. I look over and found out my pillow is Daryl's chest. But that's normal especially when we went camping in 3rd grade for a field trip. The teachers had tried to separate all the guys and girls when it came to us sleeping but it didn't work. My whole 3rd grade class, we all grew up together. Girls were best friends with guys and also the other way around. Well moral of the story, I went to bed but couldn't sleep 'cause there was a bad storm. I had the tent to myself also so that didn't help. I found a face I know to well peek through the door and then zip it back up. He walked over to me and laid down beside me. I smile at that memory and close my eyes again.
"You up yet Missy?" I hear Daryl ask but I don't answer. I hear him sit up and feel him look down at me. "Get up." He says not to rudely.
"Fine." I say sitting up.
"Ok now I'm serious we gotta get you home to step monster." He says and I laugh. He starts the truck and we drive back to my house. He drops me off then goes to the house 2 doors down to his dads house. I open the door and walk inside.
"You were out." I hear Angie (my step monster as I like to call her).
"I had to work the night at the bar." I say.
"Right. And the youngest Dixon just happened to drop you off?" She asked.
"With all the stuff on the news Ally wouldn't let me walk like I usually do. So she made me wait 'cause she knew the two boys were comin' soon. So Daryl gave me a ride home." I said.
"Whatever. But it's a good thing you're home now. So pack your bags we got somewhere to be." She says.
"Where?" I ask.
"Your dads outta jail and he wants to see ya." She says all smiley.
"I ain't goin'." I say.
"I beg your pardon Missy."
"No. I will not go see him! I don't need any more problems then I already have! I hate goin' there! There was a reason he was in jail!" I yell. She walks over to me till I'm against the wall.
"Listen Messiah, you rat to the cops again and I'll kill you." She says and I swallow hard.
"I wanna see you try bitch." I say and run out of the house. She catches me at the door.
"You will go there and you won't like what happens to you, but you'll deserve it you little bitch!" She screams. I walk down the road as a few tears stream down my face. I wipe them away fast. I hate the whole crying thing. As I walk two doors down Daryl's sitting on the tailgate.
"Missy?" He asks.
"I'm fine." I say. He gets off and storms at me.
"What happened?!" He yells.
"My dads outta jail." I say as more tears run down my face. I can't stop them and I hate people seeing me cry
"He's what?!" Daryl yells.
"Now Angie wants me to go see him." I choke out.
"No." He says.
"That's what I said but if I ain't wrong she's countin' her knives that she'd love to throw at me if I don't go, Daryl." I say.
"No and that's final! I will not let her take you!" He yells.
"I don't need you gettin' hurt! I'll have my phone and you have a truck this time. If anythin' happens I'll call you and you can come get me." I say.
"I still don't like this." He says.
"I know. I don't either but if I go, and I'm 18 tomorrow remember, I can make my own choices. And I'll make it so he doesn't get outta jail." I say.
