Chapter 18:
Whitney quickly made her way over to her house, thinking the whole time about she
could do to subtly leave Harmony for a few days and ACTUALLY go to Castleton this time.
She let herself in the house, noticing that her parents were there, sitting in the living
room. When she walked in, they stood up facing her.
Something's wrong, Whitney thought to herself worriedly. But what? She noticed that
she was still holding on to her hat and sunglasses. She put them behind her back hastily.
"What's with the glasses and hat, Whitney?" TC interrogated, stepping closer to her.
"It's not that hot today."
"I know," Whitney replied, trying to come up with a good reason, "it's just that umm, I
played tennis twice today, and well, you know I didn't want to get dehydrated or anything. You
need protection."
Normally her parents would buy all of the lies she had said about tennis, how she was
playing tennis or something like that when she was actually doing something else, but it didn't
seem like they were going to be purchasing her last lie.
"So you played tennis with sunglasses and a hat on?" Eve asked skeptically.
"Uh-huh," she nodded, in a small tone.
"You know these look more like disguises rather than heat prevention stuff," TC
remarked, swiftly grabbing the glasses and hat from Whitney's hand.
Whitney was getting so sick of this. Why did she have to pretend to be doing
something else? All she did was go to the Book Cafe.
"You went to see Chad didn't you?" Eve said, her hands on her hips. "And you thought
nobody would notice you." She said it matter-of-factly; one look into her daughter's
expressions and she could tell it was true.
"Fine," Whitney yelled, getting a backbone against her parents, "that's exactly what I
did. I went to see Chad. I haven't seen him for almost 3 months!!! This isn't fair; we haven't
done anything WRONG!" She paused, letting out a breath. "What is the matter with you
guys?!"
"Don't you talk that way to us, you hear me?!" TC roared, getting just as angry as his
daughter. "Don't you ever talk like that again! We are your parents, and want the best for
you!"
"Well the best isn't tennis, Daddy," she shot back.
"Oh, then what is it?" TC shrugged. "Don't tell me it's SINGING! You are NOT going
to be some sleazy, drug-addicted singer, DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
"No, I'm not going to be a drug-addicted singer, but I AM going to be a singer. And
you can't stop me from doing what I want to do!"
TC reached over and slapped Whitney on the cheek, more out of his anger of her
dropping tennis, than from her words. "How dare you!" he hissed.
"How dare I WHAT?" Whitney retaliated, touching her red cheek, "How dare I love
something other than tennis? IS THAT IT?"
"What kind of a daughter did I raise?" TC said slowly, through gritted teeth. "How can
you do this to me?! You know it's my dream. How can you break my heart like this?"
"You had your chance at your dream, and it didn't come true. Now I have a chance at
my dream, and I'm going to make sure it comes true. It's not my fault my dream is not the
same one as yours but I refuse to live it for you, and be your puppet."
She looked at her mother for help. Eve's face had turned to stone, as she watched the
arguement between her husband and daughter. She knew that their relationship was never
going to be the same again. They had said some hurtful things, but deep down she also knew
that they meant every word. That's what scared her.
"I can't stay here anymore." Whitney said in a low voice.
"WHAT?!" TC yelled, surprised.
"I can't. I won't. I refuse to be stuck in a house as if I'm a prisoner. What I did was not
wrong and I don't deserve to be punished for it for 3 months! Besides, I was going to go
anyway."
Whitney took a few steps closer to the stairs, hoping beyond hope that her parents
would just let her pack and leave in peace, but she knew that was a far cry from the truth.
"This is crazy!" Eve finally yelled out, unable to control her emotions any longer.
"Why can't the two of you just sit down and talk civily about this."
"We tried to Mom," Whitney protested. "And look what happened. I'm leaving."
"NO!" TC yelled.
"YES!" she shot back. "You can't change my mind. It's made up."
"I refuse to let you," TC said angrily, grabbing Whitney's arm in a futile attempt to
stop her.
He, being stronger, was able to prevent her from going up the stairs to pack. He
pushed her back to where they were before. "There's no way you are leaving this house
tonight."
Whitney's eyes fell on her purse, which was just a few feet away from where she was
standing. Next to it were her car keys. Hmm, Whitney thought to herself.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, Mom," Whitney said. She shoved her father aside, making him fall
down in the living room. Hastily, she grabbed her purse and keys and made her way out of the
house, looking back for a second to see her father trying to get up fast enough to stop her, and
her mom looked at her, disappointed. Disappointed that her family had to break down like
this, but not disappointed for Whitney's actions.
Whitney ran over to her car, getting inside and locking the doors. Starting the engine,
she headed out of the driveway, feeling that today could be the last time she ever talked to
her family.
Whitney didn't know where she was going exactly. Noticing that she had one hundred
fifty dollars in her purse, she figured that would be enough for her to purchase a couple of
clothes for the next few days since she would be making her way down to Castleton to see
Chad.
{a/n: about 4 more chapters left. almost done. keep reading.}
Whitney quickly made her way over to her house, thinking the whole time about she
could do to subtly leave Harmony for a few days and ACTUALLY go to Castleton this time.
She let herself in the house, noticing that her parents were there, sitting in the living
room. When she walked in, they stood up facing her.
Something's wrong, Whitney thought to herself worriedly. But what? She noticed that
she was still holding on to her hat and sunglasses. She put them behind her back hastily.
"What's with the glasses and hat, Whitney?" TC interrogated, stepping closer to her.
"It's not that hot today."
"I know," Whitney replied, trying to come up with a good reason, "it's just that umm, I
played tennis twice today, and well, you know I didn't want to get dehydrated or anything. You
need protection."
Normally her parents would buy all of the lies she had said about tennis, how she was
playing tennis or something like that when she was actually doing something else, but it didn't
seem like they were going to be purchasing her last lie.
"So you played tennis with sunglasses and a hat on?" Eve asked skeptically.
"Uh-huh," she nodded, in a small tone.
"You know these look more like disguises rather than heat prevention stuff," TC
remarked, swiftly grabbing the glasses and hat from Whitney's hand.
Whitney was getting so sick of this. Why did she have to pretend to be doing
something else? All she did was go to the Book Cafe.
"You went to see Chad didn't you?" Eve said, her hands on her hips. "And you thought
nobody would notice you." She said it matter-of-factly; one look into her daughter's
expressions and she could tell it was true.
"Fine," Whitney yelled, getting a backbone against her parents, "that's exactly what I
did. I went to see Chad. I haven't seen him for almost 3 months!!! This isn't fair; we haven't
done anything WRONG!" She paused, letting out a breath. "What is the matter with you
guys?!"
"Don't you talk that way to us, you hear me?!" TC roared, getting just as angry as his
daughter. "Don't you ever talk like that again! We are your parents, and want the best for
you!"
"Well the best isn't tennis, Daddy," she shot back.
"Oh, then what is it?" TC shrugged. "Don't tell me it's SINGING! You are NOT going
to be some sleazy, drug-addicted singer, DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
"No, I'm not going to be a drug-addicted singer, but I AM going to be a singer. And
you can't stop me from doing what I want to do!"
TC reached over and slapped Whitney on the cheek, more out of his anger of her
dropping tennis, than from her words. "How dare you!" he hissed.
"How dare I WHAT?" Whitney retaliated, touching her red cheek, "How dare I love
something other than tennis? IS THAT IT?"
"What kind of a daughter did I raise?" TC said slowly, through gritted teeth. "How can
you do this to me?! You know it's my dream. How can you break my heart like this?"
"You had your chance at your dream, and it didn't come true. Now I have a chance at
my dream, and I'm going to make sure it comes true. It's not my fault my dream is not the
same one as yours but I refuse to live it for you, and be your puppet."
She looked at her mother for help. Eve's face had turned to stone, as she watched the
arguement between her husband and daughter. She knew that their relationship was never
going to be the same again. They had said some hurtful things, but deep down she also knew
that they meant every word. That's what scared her.
"I can't stay here anymore." Whitney said in a low voice.
"WHAT?!" TC yelled, surprised.
"I can't. I won't. I refuse to be stuck in a house as if I'm a prisoner. What I did was not
wrong and I don't deserve to be punished for it for 3 months! Besides, I was going to go
anyway."
Whitney took a few steps closer to the stairs, hoping beyond hope that her parents
would just let her pack and leave in peace, but she knew that was a far cry from the truth.
"This is crazy!" Eve finally yelled out, unable to control her emotions any longer.
"Why can't the two of you just sit down and talk civily about this."
"We tried to Mom," Whitney protested. "And look what happened. I'm leaving."
"NO!" TC yelled.
"YES!" she shot back. "You can't change my mind. It's made up."
"I refuse to let you," TC said angrily, grabbing Whitney's arm in a futile attempt to
stop her.
He, being stronger, was able to prevent her from going up the stairs to pack. He
pushed her back to where they were before. "There's no way you are leaving this house
tonight."
Whitney's eyes fell on her purse, which was just a few feet away from where she was
standing. Next to it were her car keys. Hmm, Whitney thought to herself.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, Mom," Whitney said. She shoved her father aside, making him fall
down in the living room. Hastily, she grabbed her purse and keys and made her way out of the
house, looking back for a second to see her father trying to get up fast enough to stop her, and
her mom looked at her, disappointed. Disappointed that her family had to break down like
this, but not disappointed for Whitney's actions.
Whitney ran over to her car, getting inside and locking the doors. Starting the engine,
she headed out of the driveway, feeling that today could be the last time she ever talked to
her family.
Whitney didn't know where she was going exactly. Noticing that she had one hundred
fifty dollars in her purse, she figured that would be enough for her to purchase a couple of
clothes for the next few days since she would be making her way down to Castleton to see
Chad.
{a/n: about 4 more chapters left. almost done. keep reading.}