"You know…it might be easier if you rip along the dotted line. Where it says 'open'" Cam chuckled. I glared at him as I once again tried to rip the bag of seeds open. I'd been struggling to do so for a few minutes now. It was pretty humiliating. I'm supposed to be a farmer.
"I got it." I told him.
He laughed, leaning his elbows on his legs. "Okay, let's see it then."
We were sitting on my field and he was helping me sow some flowers. He wouldn't let me know what kind they were. He even went as far as removing the labels from the packets. He insisted it was a surprise.
I paused. "Can't you just open them? I swear, they're super glued shut."
"Nope." He shook his head. "You have to do this. I thought you were a farmer."
"I am!" I cried. "But these stupid packets just won't open."
"Try once more." He encouraged. I sighed, and placed my fingers on either side or the packet, attempting to pry it open. His eyes widened. "No-wait!"
The packet finally gave way and it exploded, sending seeds everywhere. I sat there in shock for a second, and then began to laugh. Cam attempted the gather some of the seeds, but it was useless. They were almost microscopic. He started to laugh along with me, tossing the seeds he managed to gather in my direction.
"Next time, don't open it that way." He smiled at me. I grinned back, feeling my heart swell up. I loved it when he laughed and smiled. Ever since we started dating, he's been doing it a lot more.
I went to say something, but was stopped short when I glanced behind him. I couldn't believe my eyes.
"What?" Cam asked, his face growing serious. He turned around.
"Lillian." The women said calmly. The man next to her glared at us.
My parents.
My mouth hung open. I didn't understand. I couldn't.
What were they doing here?
Silence hung thick in the air. I couldn't help but notice they looked so out of place here with their fancy clothes and done-up hair. My mother's face twisted into a face I knew well. It meant I was about to be scolded.
"Lillian Tess, where are your manners? Stand up and greet your parents." She ordered.
I scrambled to my feet. "Y-yes, mother. I'm sorry…"
Cam slowly stood up too, standing beside me. I noticed he was standing further away than normal. I swallowed, wondering how they found me. Then I remembered the letter. I didn't even think not to put a return address on it. What had I been thinking?
"Well, Lillian, I have no idea what you were thinking when you up and left." My mother said, folding her hands in front of her and pointing her chin up. "How could you leave your own parents without a proper goodbye?"
I felt uneasy. I knew I was about to get into something I would regret. "Well…I knew you wouldn't ever let me leave. I had no other choice."
Her face flushed with anger. "You had no right to leave! You had a perfect life! Of course we wouldn't have let you go. Why would you ever want to leave?"
"Because it wasn't my life!" I cried.
Her eyes widened. I had never raised my voice at her before. I fought the urge to sink back down and apologize.
"I know you know better than to yell at your mother." She said sternly.
I took a deep breath, willing myself not to cry. "I'm eighteen. I'm an adult. I can do what I please."
My father suddenly stepped forward. "You will not speak to your mother that way. You are still our daughter, whether either of us likes it or not. You will do what we say."
I bit my bottom lip, and despite my best efforts, tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt a hand slide into mine, interlocking fingers. I looked at Cam, sorry he had to see all this. He squeezed my hand.
"And who is this?" My mother said tightly. "And what is this dirt hole?"
I frowned. "This 'dirt hole' is my home. I'm a farmer here. I'm very successful. And this is Cam, my boyfriend."
"This is unacceptable. No daughter of mine will be running a shabby farm or dating common folk." My father told me.
My mother reached out, grabbing my other hand. "You will be coming home. Now."
"No!" I cried, pulling back. "I'm never going back there. I will not let myself going back to being your perfect show toy. I'm sick of it. I'm my own person now."
"Lillian." My father said. "Don't be stupid. We know what's best for you. You'll be coming home with us."
He took my arm and pulled me towards him. My hand lost Cam's, and before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged away. I pleaded with him, but he wouldn't listen. I knew this would happen. I looked back at Cam. Why did he make me write that stupid letter?
Cam suddenly dashed towards me and grabbed my hand.
"Stop!" He yelled. My parents stopped, out of shock. My father grip loosened for a moment and I tore myself away. Cam pulled me behind him, holding my hand.
Cam glared at my parents, his jaw clenched. He looked pissed. My parents returned his glare. I nervously looked between them. It was a stand-off.
What was even happening anymore?
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