CHAPTER I
I had just driven through the Nevada border from Wyoming, I was running away from the only place and people I had ever known. I was driving to the first ranch I saw and praying that they would take me in and I can work, as long as I don't have to go back.
Flashback
I had just gotten my license and was out driving with a group of friends, and we stayed out later than usual. They dropped me off at the end of my driveway, and I walked to my house only to find that both of my parents were drunk. I tried to be quiet and run to my room since I knew what would happen if they caught me.
"Ross. Why the heck were you out so late? I thought I told you to never pass curfew! Don't you ever learn you stupid boy!" my father said one he caught me and started to beat me once again. I had bruises all over my body from when he hits and kicks me. Ever since I was a little kid i've been put thru this, and have always had to hide my bruises by wearing long sleeve shirts and jeans at all times except when I was locked up in my room by myself. Both my parents were drunkards, and they seemed to not care about anything else than beer and beating me. I had always wanted to run away, but every time I would get caught and only be locked up into my room and beaten...
End of flashback
Thats where I find myself today. I bought an old truck from a friend that didn't have to many miles left on it, and looked pretty bad from the faded paint, rust and lack of care. But I didn't care, I gave him all I had except for some clothes and shoes, and in the middle of the night left the only place I ever knew. I only had 2 close friends when I lived in Stetson, Wyoming. One was a girl names Joy, she was 15 and someone I could tell everything to even though she was a girl. She moved last year to Phoenix, AZ and that was the last I had ever seen of here. My only other friend I trusted completely (and to whom I got this truck from) was Jack.
I don't have many friend because of my parents. I had always been traumatized from when they beat me and I never talked to anyone. If I did, I would stutter and I would be made fun off non-stop. I could've fought back, I was tall, 6'3 with some muscle, but still pretty lean because my parent starved me when we didn't have money. Beer was more important than me getting fed.
But I just never cared to fight back at them. I ignored them and sat with either Joy or Jack. After Joy left I was by myself most the time cause Jack was always busy with his Job. I swore that I was falling in love with Joy, but right when I was planning on telling her, she had to leave for Arizona. I tried getting into contact with her a few times, but I can never get on the internet, and I never knew her address. If she ever wrote me letters, I never got them.
I had been driving non-stop for almost a whole day now only stoping to buy gas or some food with the money I stole from my parents the night that I left. I just drove thru a small town called Darton, where I stopped for gas and ate something at the diner that was close to the as station. They people here were really welcoming, and I hoped the ranchers were as well I said to myself. I saw the first ranch out of town, and was driving right towards it.
I pulled into the driveway, and drove over a bridge and into the main yard of the ranch. I got out of my truck only to be confronted by a girl I would say is about 15 with bright auburn hair, and looked like she had been working all day.
"May I help you?" She told me as she had a puzzled look on her face about who I was.
"I-I'm Ross" I told her as I was getting more and more nervous by the second thinking that this was just a huge mistake to begin with and that my parents were gonna find me. " Can I t-talk t-to the head o-of the r-ranch, p-please?"
"Yea, let me go get my father for ya. Nice meeting you." She told me as she turned around to tell her father I was here to see him.
I see a man, probably in his late thirties come out the barn walking towards me. He took his gloves off and swatted them on his jeans removing the dust that was on them. I was sort of intimidated by him from his height and muscled build which was most likely from all the work he did on the ranch.
" My daughter came to tell me you wanted to see me, don't look like you're from 'round here. Can I help you? He told me as he extended his hand out to shake mine. I was intimidated from the shake of his hand.
Yes s-sir, my names R-Ross and I-I was w-wondering if I c-could work f-for y-you , I just m-moved and I-I'm looking for somewhere to s-stay and work" I told him as he looked at me with serious eyes.
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