treated you
like that...”
I
heard the click of the call disconnecting and knew that she had hung up on me.
I stared at the phone in my hands, unsure of what just happened. Why would she
call me just to act like a brat again? Did she really think that I could just
forget everything, acting like it was alright and just accept her apology? She
had treated me like I didn’t matter enough to blow off a stupid party. I
couldn’t be expected to just ignore that, could I?
Tomorrow
was approaching at a rapid pace, and I knew I should get to sleep, but my mind
refused to switch off and allow me to relax, not after that phone call. I
tossed and turned the entire night. My body ached, my muscles screaming for
relief, but it seemed that once again my head won out. I had lost so much
since leaving New York, and yet I had gained so much more in the process. I
just hoped that it would be enough.
* * * *
I
was up early again the next morning, my body screaming even more than it had
the night before. I had never felt this kind of pain before. I gave serious
consideration to staying home today, but I knew that if I did then Grandma
would have something to hold over my head for the rest of summer. No, I had to
prove to her, and to myself, that I could handle the job. Hell, I had a
feeling that Chase thought the same thing as well, and no way could I let him
think I’m pampered on top of being a ridiculous nit wit.
I
slowly climbed out of bed, gingerly placing my feet on the hardwood floor, and
rubbed my hands up and down my arms. I got dressed as quickly as my sore body
would allow me to and grabbed a pair of socks from my dresser before heading
out of my room. The house was eerily quiet, which was unexpected since Grandma
should have been up and moving by now. I walked down the hall to her door and
knocked gently. There was no answer so I quietly turned the knob and pushed
the door open.
Her
room was as pristine as the rest of the house. Her bed was already made, the
throw pillows expertly arranged at the top of her bed. Her bedside table was
clear and dust free, no sign of clutter to be found. I remembered seeing my
mom’s back home and all of the little trinkets she kept beside her bed. She
was a true clutter bug, but her room was the only place that Dad would allow
her free reign. I glanced at the bathroom door that connected her room to the
master bath, but it was open, the lights off.
I
shook my head and backed out of her room again. I closed the door and moved
down the hall to the stairs once again. When I made it downstairs I was once
again shocked to find all of the lights off, no sound reverberated through the
house. I walked to the front door and peered outside; I looked for her truck,
but it was gone. The old bat had left me here! I couldn’t believe that she
left me here, especially after I told her last night that I would definitely be
going back with her today. A few sore muscles weren’t going to stop me from
proving myself.
I
grabbed my hoodie off of the coat rack by the door, slipped Grandma’s work
boots on my feet, and stomped out the front door. I slammed the door behind
me, unable to control my anger. I had a general idea of where I was headed,
but since I had only been there one time, I would have to be careful to follow
the dirt road the way we drove the day before. Sure, it would be taking the longer
route to where I was going, but I had no idea how to make it to the barn any
other way.
The
walk took me twenty minutes, and by the time I arrived I was drained.
Yesterday’s workout still lingered in my body, causing my strength to crumble
quite easily. Once the barn came into view I immediately perked up. All of
the anger and indignation had brewed during my walk over and I was ready to
explode. I angrily stomped into the barn and glanced into the glass office,
but Grandma was not there this time. I looked through the rest
like that...”
I
heard the click of the call disconnecting and knew that she had hung up on me.
I stared at the phone in my hands, unsure of what just happened. Why would she
call me just to act like a brat again? Did she really think that I could just
forget everything, acting like it was alright and just accept her apology? She
had treated me like I didn’t matter enough to blow off a stupid party. I
couldn’t be expected to just ignore that, could I?
Tomorrow
was approaching at a rapid pace, and I knew I should get to sleep, but my mind
refused to switch off and allow me to relax, not after that phone call. I
tossed and turned the entire night. My body ached, my muscles screaming for
relief, but it seemed that once again my head won out. I had lost so much
since leaving New York, and yet I had gained so much more in the process. I
just hoped that it would be enough.
* * * *
I
was up early again the next morning, my body screaming even more than it had
the night before. I had never felt this kind of pain before. I gave serious
consideration to staying home today, but I knew that if I did then Grandma
would have something to hold over my head for the rest of summer. No, I had to
prove to her, and to myself, that I could handle the job. Hell, I had a
feeling that Chase thought the same thing as well, and no way could I let him
think I’m pampered on top of being a ridiculous nit wit.
I
slowly climbed out of bed, gingerly placing my feet on the hardwood floor, and
rubbed my hands up and down my arms. I got dressed as quickly as my sore body
would allow me to and grabbed a pair of socks from my dresser before heading
out of my room. The house was eerily quiet, which was unexpected since Grandma
should have been up and moving by now. I walked down the hall to her door and
knocked gently. There was no answer so I quietly turned the knob and pushed
the door open.
Her
room was as pristine as the rest of the house. Her bed was already made, the
throw pillows expertly arranged at the top of her bed. Her bedside table was
clear and dust free, no sign of clutter to be found. I remembered seeing my
mom’s back home and all of the little trinkets she kept beside her bed. She
was a true clutter bug, but her room was the only place that Dad would allow
her free reign. I glanced at the bathroom door that connected her room to the
master bath, but it was open, the lights off.
I
shook my head and backed out of her room again. I closed the door and moved
down the hall to the stairs once again. When I made it downstairs I was once
again shocked to find all of the lights off, no sound reverberated through the
house. I walked to the front door and peered outside; I looked for her truck,
but it was gone. The old bat had left me here! I couldn’t believe that she
left me here, especially after I told her last night that I would definitely be
going back with her today. A few sore muscles weren’t going to stop me from
proving myself.
I
grabbed my hoodie off of the coat rack by the door, slipped Grandma’s work
boots on my feet, and stomped out the front door. I slammed the door behind
me, unable to control my anger. I had a general idea of where I was headed,
but since I had only been there one time, I would have to be careful to follow
the dirt road the way we drove the day before. Sure, it would be taking the longer
route to where I was going, but I had no idea how to make it to the barn any
other way.
The
walk took me twenty minutes, and by the time I arrived I was drained.
Yesterday’s workout still lingered in my body, causing my strength to crumble
quite easily. Once the barn came into view I immediately perked up. All of
the anger and indignation had brewed during my walk over and I was ready to
explode. I angrily stomped into the barn and glanced into the glass office,
but Grandma was not there this time. I looked through the rest
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