The Farmers Daughter

Chapter 1: Leaving

[ Dallas' POV ]

8:56pm, September 7th
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The clock ticks on the wall as I wait for Gloria to get here, she works for social services. She'll be pissed of course but I don't care, it's nothing new. I use the wet rag one of the police officers gave me to wipe off the bloody cut on my forehead, wincing when I have to pull a small piece of glass out.

"This is it! I'm done with this boy." I could hear Gloria and her big mouth from the front of the police office. The wooden door swings open to reveal a fuming Gloria pointing a finger at me. "I warned you and warned you, Dallas! This has got to stop. And it is." She grabs my shoulder and pulls me up out of the chair I was sitting in. "Wonder why your foster parents didn't come? It's because Charles and Sarah are so fed up with you. I'm fed up with you." She kept talking but I wasn't interested, as usual.

I roll my eyes and huff. "Blah blah blah.. like I really give a damn. I don't need them anyway. I don't need anyone, not even you." I snap and grab my bag before pushing past her.

"You could've been put in jail for seven years over this but here I am saving you once again. I'm not paying bail for you anymore. This police station won't see another penny of my money." She keeps fussing at my back as we walk out to the parking lot.

"Unlock the damn car and take me to the mall. We both hate each other's presence so just hurry up already." I pull at the door handle several times which makes her angry, finally I hear two clicks. I get in the passenger seat and fling my bag into the back. I turn around to see what little stuff I had, packed into boxes on the backseat. "What the hell?"

Gloria sinks into the drivers seat and puts on her seatbelt. "No mall for you and no more Charles and Sarah. You're going to a new home, Dallas, and hopefully a permanent one. I'm confident these people will straighten you out." She doesn't even look at me as she starts up the car. The old cars roars to life and we pull out of the parking lot into a lane of traffic.

I slam my fist against the console. "You can't do that! I have friends here, a life. I'm almost eighteen years old which means I can make my own decisions."

"A life? Friends?" She laughs dryly. "Son, this path you're taking isn't a life. It's more like your own personal hell. Lord knows you make my job difficult..." Gloria trails off and turns on the radio to one of her terrible gospel stations. We drive for a while before getting on the highway, we've been driving for almost an hour now.

"Can you at least tell me where we're going? I feel like I deserve that.." I mumble and cross my arms over my chest and stare out the window. It was beginning to rain, great. I hate rain and cold weather.

"You'll find out soon enough." She spoke without any emotion, staring straight ahead at the road.

"Thanks, Gloria. Thank you so damn much.." I mutter to myself and pull my raggedy drawstring bag onto my lap. I fish for my headphones and my phone, both of which were falling apart. I type in my password and go straight to my personal playlist, pressing play. Maybe if I turned my music all the way up then it would blast the world away.