[ Travis' POV ]
"Yes, hi, Jackie. Edith isn't where she said she would be and I was hoping she might've told you where she was headed. No? Okay.. well then, can I speak with Katie about this?" Travis impatiently speaks into the phone.
A few beats later Katie's mother passes the phone off to Katie. "Mr. Thompson.. what a surprise."
"Edith didn't come home at the time we agreed on and she's not at your house, where is she?" Travis gets straight to the point. Him not knowing Edith's whereabouts was giving him a headache.
"Edith huh? She's not at home? Well uh, that's too bad..." Katie trails off.
"As a pastor it is my absolute biggest pet peeve when people lie to me." Travis grips his phone in his hand as he paces across the living room floor.
"I know.." She sighs heavily. "Believe me, I know. It's just... I promised Edith that I would keep her whereabouts a secret. She'll be extremely upset with me if I spill to the one person she wants to keep this from."
His heart breaks at the thought of Edith wanting to intentionally lie to him about something. Weren't they supposed to have this close knit relationship?
"Please, Katie. I'm the one who's upset here because I have no clue where my little girl is." He rubs his jaw as he perches himself on the edge of one of the couch arms.
"Alright! I'll tell you." Katie blurts out. She knew Edith would be disappointed in her but she didn't want the wrath of Pastor Thompson to rain down on her.
"Thank you, now spit it out before I lose the little bit of sanity I have left." He didn't like not knowing what Edith and Dallas were doing unsupervised.
"We went to youth group and we had a great time, Dallas is actually good at something. He played the guitar and-"
"Less story telling, Katie. Get right down to where they went please." He begs.
"After youth group I dropped them back off at your house and then they took off in Edith's truck. Edith promised to take him to his hometown to visit his mothers grave." Katie says it so fast that Travis almost doesn't catch it.
"His hometown... Gloria put it in his paperwork." He sighs and hangs his head. "They're four hours away."
"Pastor?" Katie says hesitantly.
"Goodnight, Katie." He hangs up and lays the phone on the coffee table.
"I can't believe this..." He grumbles and stands up to grab his rain jacket off the coat hanger.
"Is anyone up for a ride?" Travis turns towards the dogs, all three of them lift their heads. "I need to know now."
Sadie and Bo get up and go to the door while Chip continues to sit there.
"You keep an eye on the house, Chip. Don't let anyone break in." He scratches the old dog behind the ears and then grabs his keys.
Out into the raining night they went. Travis didn't know what he would run upon when he finally reached them and the more he thought about it shivers ran down his spine, not the good kind either.
"If he's done something to our girl I don't want you two hesitating on attacking him, alright?" He grips the steering wheel out of anger. Sadie lays in the floorboard and Bo sits up on the seat beside Travis.
YOU ARE READING
The Farmers Daughter
Teen Fiction"He's like a broken bottle and all his missing pieces are lost in the sand." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Dallas Brooks has spent years being a rebellious child but those days are over, he's been ca...
