Waking up dripping sweat in the morning is not my cup of tea. Just because this house is over a 100 years old doesn't mean mom couldn't have put in air conditioning. But, it's adding to its value. Even though it's better demolished.
"I need you to get out of bed and feed the animals." I heard my mother call from the bathroom.
"I'll be down in five." I called back with a raspy voice from waking up.
Somewhere in my consciousness I find enough courage to get out of bed. I look into my black old 50 cent mirror from goodwill. All I see is a heap of trash. My skin is pale,blotchy, and oily from sleeping in sweat. Green eyes look as if I could turn you to stone. But most of all, my blonde hair dirty,matted and greasy from always hard work. My hands are calloused and bruised from barn labor.
The sound of my mothers calm sweet but persistent tone awakes me from beating myself up any longer. "Now Charlie! The chickens are not going to feed themselves."
I throw on a sports bra of which smells of hay and swear with some overalls. I try to run a comb through my hair but it wouldn't help anyways. I grab the fistful of matted hair and place it into a ponytail. I trample down the stairs in my 5 year old muck boots. The soles are minutes away from coming off but they will
do.
"You know Brian. He will be here in 20
minutes to pick up some goat milk." My mother told me just as I exited the room.
I walk out to the barn and think to myself. I hate that man. I really hate him. The way he creepily looks at my mom. Even I he looks at. He is in his late 40s and comes every other day for milk. I know he doesn't drink
It or use it. He just comes to check out mom. So in about 10 I should probably go back
Up to make sure no funny business is happening.
"Reba look you pretty pony." I tell my horse I loved to nearly death as I walk into the stable.
As I finish cleaning up Reba and wheezys stall I feed the chickens. I start to head up to the house considering it's been about 15 minutes.
As I walk up I see.... Brian. Already here. Who is that with him..? I go round back of the house to see who is with him. Moments later words echo through the air and then stop. "Helpppp. Leave Char ch-."
I run up the steps and muck boots telling me to stop or I will not own a pair no more. As I reach the door. A car door slams and I hear the engine taking off. Eggs and goat milk on sitting on the kitchen counter ready to be picked up.
My moms gone. I start to fee heartache. Stronger than when my father died.
Then I face the front and terror washes over my features.
My mother had been
Kidnapped....
So I hope you guys enjoy I'll try to keep up but I'm so busy right now. My other story I will probably not finish and end up deleting. Even though it's the first chapter go and comment what you don't like. It's a pretty basic plot line right now but it will get somewhere. -P #teenfiction
