Chapter 2
I was blasting Def Leppord and Bon Jovi in my room to drown out my father's knocks and yells to get me to open the door. I didn't want to move, I grew up here, well, other than the quick few years I spent with my uncles and their friends back in Tulsa. This was home,
"Delilah! I swear to God if you don't open this door I'm breaking it down!" My dad did have a pretty decent build, but it sounded like he was bullshitting me so I just sat there, reading my magazine and listening to my music. I did that whenever my dad got me mad or angry, except he never banged at the door,
"Fine, I guess I'll just have to get the door open myself!" He sounded extremley irritated, like I blew his temper. I don't know where I got my tendency to be so arrogant, but I didn't really care.
"I'm giving you one more chance to open the damn door!" I just looked at the deadbolt lock on the door and laughed to myself, how was he going to get in? Through the seconed story window? Have fun trying Daddy.
"Fine! I guess I'm going to have to get the door open myself!" I was finally tired of his crap so I spoke up,
"Have fun trying Dad," I quickly coverd my mouth with my hands, knowing I just cost myself my Def Leppord concert. I didn't hear him banging on the door anymore so I just sat back and relaxed knowing that there was no way in hell he was getting the door open. Then out of nowhere I heard a loud bang on the door and the deadbolt lock flew across the room hitting the wall.
I just sat there, surprised, I didn't think that he was actually going to kick in the door but he did, I looked up at him and I knew I was in for a lecture, or a screaming match...
"What do you think your doing? That lock on the door is only to be used when your changing!" I just sat there,
"It hasn't made a difference before, why should it matter now?" He put his hand on his forehead and shook it back and forth, he giggled lightly to himself,
"You are so much like your mother, you act nothing like me," His statement set me off,
"How would I know if I'm like mom? You never ever even told me her name let alone what she was like! Now were moving freaking halfway across the country and you didn't even tell ME before calling and telling your stupid brothers! Why do we have to move anyways?" He sat down next to me and put his legs into a pretzal shape, he does it whenever he is thinking or finding something to say to me. He seemed so deep in thought for over five minutes before finally opening up his mouth to speak,
"I was offerd a really nice job back in Tulsa, it would be a shame to let it go, it's about time you got to know your roots anyways," He picked himself off of the carpet and dusted himself off,
"Do you have a lesson at the barn today? Or are you just gonna stay home and get working on your room?" I shook my head,
"No lessons today, but I am NOT packing, because I'm NOT moving," He just looked at me and shook his head before walking out.
I walked over to my bed and reached underneath untill I felt a small cardboard box meet my fingertips. I quickly pulled it out and looked inside. The box contained a mish mash of items I had and decided to keep, or things that were special to me. I reached to the bottom and pulled out a photograph I had stared at way too many times. It was a really blurry picture, black and white, you could barley even make it out but it was the only picture I had of her, of mom. The back of the photo had just two small letters scetched on, DW. I have always assumed it as her initials, I still dont have any clues on what her name really is though, I gave up a long time ago with trying. I carefully placed the aged photograph back inside and picked up a photo I had framed just recently.
It was a picture of my old horse, Snowstorm, I had her my whole life and she had only died of old age recently, my dad had the photo framed for me. For some odd reason though, when she died, my dad seemed to cry more than I did, I didn't get why, but I guess I'm going to find out someday...
(A.N. I know these first few chapters are really short but they are just filler to help get the story going and explain some thing, please review! -Andrea)