This is a story that is based on the true life and events of one of my very sweet readers, who turned into a very good friend of mine. She contacted me through the site, and I figured I could write and dedicate this story to her. I hope you like it baby! This is dedicated to ELM. Enjoy!
"Uncle Steve, I need to come to your house. I can't stand mom and dad, and they won't give me my own space and they aren't treating me like an adult. I know I'm only eighteen, but I should at least get my own room, and my own space. I mean, I had to buy my own car for crying out loud, and if my friend's mom wouldn't have been so generous on the price, I'd still be walking to and from work." I said with tears streaming from my eyes.
"Calm down Anna. I will talk to Aunt Abby and see if she is willing to let you move in. You know that you're going to have to get a job when you get here, and pitch in around the house."
"Yes Unc ... you know I'm good for at least that much." I said still clearing up my sobs.
"Ok. I'll talk to your Aunt, and I'll get back to you in the next couple of days. I promise."
And that's where we left the whole thing. That is until I ran away from home...
Here's the deal.
I'm an eighteen year old who just graduated from high school with honors, but that's not the normal for someone who's been shuffled through "the system" all of my life. In and out of foster care, abused mentally (but never physically, Thank God) by people who are people who shouldn't have ever become foster parents. And then I was finally adopted by a beautiful family, but my Adopted Mom and I started to go our different ways on my eighteenth birthday. She and I fought/fight daily because of the fact that she still thinks I'm not responsible enough to do the things of adulthood.
I don't rather care, so I decided to go and live with my dad's younger brother. Steve, as I called him all through my latter years of childhood (13-18) was my uncle. He was only 24, and because of our closeness in age, we spent a lot of time together as I was approaching my graduation day; or shall I say his wedding day to my now new Aunt Abigail. She had a very good job with a hotel chain, and they moved her to become the head of her department at another hotel, so Steve and Abby moved to Cheyenne, Wyoming, and I was still stuck in my hometown of Denver, Colorado ... that is until I ran away. (Well sort of)
"Daddy, I have to go! I can't stay here any longer."
"What do you mean Anna? I don't think things are going all that bad for you at the moment. You have a decent job, vehicle, and things are looking up for you, what are we not doing as parents to keep you here instead of you moving to your Uncle's house?" Dad argued a little.
"It's not that you aren't doing anything or you are doing anything wrong, but you know that I am trying, and I am a good driver, and I'm working, and I do everything you all ask of me, but still I get slack from mom. I don't have a boyfriend, I have never had sex, I don't do drugs, never drank, but she STILL GIVES ME SHIT!"
"Don't swear at me Brianna. You're grown, but not grown enough to swear in a house that you've lived in for the last 5 years, that you know the rules of. You know that it's been different for your mother and me. We started foster care with you when you were thirteen. And we never had any children before you. Its different raising a thirteen year old from the beginning than it is having a child from birth. So, she still equates that fact that you're too young, even though you're of age to do almost anything you want to do if you're determined enough." Dad tried to justify.
I do have to give Dad his street credit, because he tried his hardest to keep me there. He knew that I was pretty serious about my decision, and also that I was trying hard to get my life together, and that I was totally right about Mom. He also knew that I was probably going to go through with the move, but I did have enough respect to at least ask for his blessing, even if it was reluctant.
"Listen Dad, I will say this; if it doesn't work out, I promise to move back as soon as possible. I won't stay away for too long, and I make the promise that I won't do anything to physically harm myself, or get into too much trouble. You have my word. I'm still going to have fun, but I won't engage in any illicit drug usage, or anything of the sort." I said walking over to him and sitting in his lap. " ... Even though I know that you and mom have smoked weed." I said under my breath.
"You don't have to make any promises, other than the one that you won't get into any trouble. If you want to try things, you can do what you think you're old enough to do ... my threats won't stop things even if you're here, but know that there are side effects and consequences for every move you make! ... Including drinking, and smoking marijuana. You can still go to jail behind alcohol, and you can behind any drugs. Just be a kid while you still can be, excuse me, a young adult, and live your life. You already know your mom isn't going to like this, and isn't going to give you her blessing, but here's mine. Go ahead and pack and don't leave this house until I say so. I'll go get the car looked at in the morning, so I'm at ease with you making a trip solo, and we'll finish the details properly when you get ready to leave for Uncle Steve's. Are we clear Brianna Lynette?"
"And for future reference, what your mother and I do is none of your damn business. Is that clear?"
Now you would think I would be a little upset to leave friends and family here in the town that I was in, but I actually wasn't the most popular girl in high school, so I had my close circle, and the co-workers that I have, but over all, I can make friends anywhere I go, I am rather shy, but I'm friendly.
I just have to get from under my mom's thumb. She's been a wonderful mother and would do anything for me, as I'm an only child, but I can't stand all of the rules. You'd think an only child would be able to do almost anything they wanted because there are no other siblings to compete with, but she can be a tyrant at times. And with the fact that she and dad raised Uncle Steve, (Dad's parents died young) she was even that way towards Steve at times because we were raised as siblings almost. He got more privileges because he is my uncle, and Mom really didn't scream at him, Dad did all of the correcting if there was any.
For the next couple of days, I did everything I was used to doing. I went to work, (gave my boss my notice, and quit the right way, just incase I need to come back) did laundry around the house, and all of my regular chores, and acted like nothing was happening. All the while, I was packing up all of the clothes and just my essential things that I absolutely needed, and getting ready to leave for Abby and Steve's.
Two and a half weeks after I had the initial conversation with dad, I was packing my Chevy Malibu getting ready to make this trip by myself. Mom was at Bingo with her friends, and Dad saw me off. "Don't worry about mom, text message me through your trip when you stop for gas, and call me whenever you touch down. Text mom tomorrow morning while she's getting ready for work, and tell her you made it safely, and when she goes off, I'll tell her I knew you went. She's going to blow her top all over the place, but I'll handle her. Good Luck Angel," Daddy said kissing my forehead.
"Is that a tear I see Gabe?" I asked my daddy.
"I've never been Gabe to you, don't start ... and yes it is. My baby's leaving home for the first time."
"Quit daddy, you're going to make me cry." I kissed both of his cheeks, and hugged him for dear life, and blew him a kiss when I got in my car, a few tears escaping my own eyes.
As I drove down the driveway, I shed a few tears as I waved. Mom's a little strict, Dad has his moments, but for an adopted child, they were the best parents that I could have ever asked for.
The drive from Denver to Cheyenne was long, but I couldn't have had better weather and conditions, so it didn't seem as bad. And with all of the CD's and my Ipod Touch, I found myself singing the entire way.
I did as Daddy asked and text messaged when I stopped for gas, and when I touched down at Steve and Abby's. I was greeted in the drive way by my favorite person in the world. I parked my car, and ran to him, jumping in his arms, and hugging him.
"Hey Unc," I screamed as I ran and jumped in his arms.
"Hey Aunt Abby," I said as she came out of the sliding glass door onto the patio.
"Brianna. How are you?"
"Better now that I'm here and not at home."
"Have you called my brother like he asked you?" Steve asked.
"Yes Steve," I mocked back.
"Ok, just making sure," he said putting my back on my feet.
We went to my car, grabbed my things and went inside for dinner that Aunt Abby had prepared for us. I took up residence in the spare bedroom after dinner and called it a night almost immediately. I was tired as hell.
I found work almost immediately, and I met two friends in Community College that Uncle Steve set up for me, and started hanging out with them. Angela and Shannon were hilarious, and became good friends. If I wasn't at their house, they were driving Steve and Abby up a wall with me. We had cook outs all of the time with my uncle and aunt, played cards, or hung in the pool, (I told you Abby got a good job, - it was even heated for winter usage.) or we went out. More often than not, they were at my Uncle's place with me.
.... There is more of this story ...