Chapter 10: Grandma Elouise's New "Special Friend"
Hard Stayin' Sober
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Nellie's POV (November 4th, 1966)
I walked out of my room wearing one of my favorite shirts, a light blueish-white blouse that hung down a little lower than what I usual wore and my dark brown skirt that stopped just above my knees.
"Eleanor! Come here, sweetheart, I want you to meet someone special," Grandma Elouise called once she saw me exit my room. She waved me over near her and some other man that was standing next to her. The man was wearing a tan suit and had a light red mustache, but was mostly bald besides that. He looked to be about thirty or so years old, maybe even older.
"This is Charles Dalton, Eleanor. He's a very respectable suitor and a very special friend of mine," my Grandma told me. I felt sick and I began to shake at the word "suitor."
I threw my sandlea on numbly. "Um... that's very nice, but I- uh- I gotta work on a report...for school," I tripped over my words before leaving. My Grandma followed me out of the door angrily. It was crazy how such a little woman could get so... Intimidating.
"That's why that boy left you. You need to act like a lady, Eleanor. Look at your options for Goodness Sakes, your only fourteen years old! What were you thinking? Abortion or Charles, that's basically all that you have," she shook her head in disapproval. "Have fun on your report. Charlie shall give you a ride over to the library."
Before I could get my feet to cooperate with me and leave this horrid place, Charlie cane outside and randomly smacked my butt. I gasped in shock and anger, but he didn't seem to notice it. I was finally unfrozen from my spot and started walking, well, more like stomping, away from where he was standing.
"Stay away from me," I all but screamed at him. I was mad.
He shook his head and mumbled something incoherently before turning around. He got back into his green '59 Cadillac. Still shaking, I kept walking until I found a payphone and dialed my house number.
"Darry? Darry. I can't do this anymore. Grandma's crazy. She had some old "suitor" type guy here, and he tried to touch me and-" I explained hysterically until Darry cut me off in an angry, shocked voice.
"Touched you?" Came my brother's incredulous, loud voice.
"Well, kinda my butt... Yeah. And Grandma wants me to get an abortion and- and I just can't take it anymore, Darry. I wanna go home," I sobbed.
"Okay, Nellie. I'll come and get you. I want you to sit down, get a Pepsi or something and just take a deep breath. And if that guy is gone by then I want you to go back to Grandma's and wait for me to come and get you. I'm sorry," he sounded like he was going to start bawling. "I love you, Nellie."
"Oh," I breathed, settling down a little bit, clutching the pay phone tighter. "I love you too, Darry," I said quickly, almost smiling.
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Darry promised me and then hung up the phone.
A/N: I had always planned for Nellie to go home eventually, and MyCookieGirl, your suggestion just fit perfectly. Thank you so much!
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee xXx