Chapter 1: Let's talk about some romance
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I was so excited about finally leaving my humble abode that the four walls in my room were finally closing in on me. I finally was tunneling out of my world of thick literature books and numbers. I could put my people skills to test, and Sunday morning at church did not count. I
remembered envying the other girls in their nice blouses and slick skirts,
while I still wore ruffled dress and socks with bows. Ugh. I could still
remember my mother's horror as she took me to buy my first bra at the
age of nine.
Pa had been working out in the ranch with the other farmhands. It was breeding season for the bulls, one of the females was swollen with babe,and she was expecting to birth any day now. To say he was busy was an understatement. Mother had plucked a chicken, and she ptanned on
frying it. Iwas still a child, not quite at my pre-teen stage, but developed far along enough in the chest area to need a bra. Mother left a note for father got in the truck, and off we went to town.
I climbed into the gargantuan blue beast with silver handles and what not. I remembered being impressed by the function of the radio. It wasn't as if I heard music much. The station was always on the news.Bleh. How I ached to hear the latest trends and music. Still, I managed to contain my excitement as we entered the small boutique. The sales lady hair was pulled back into a bun. She had warm blue eyes and dark chestnut hair that had slightly faded with time. She wore plain black pump on her feet, slacks and a long sleeve collar shirt. I wouldn't know what it was like to wear pants. My parents insisted I always wear dresses or skirts. I rolled my eyes at their backwards thinking.
The woman smiled at me before the whispering between her and my mother began, immediately bored, I began to walk the store. I came upon panties that were lacey and bright in color. It looked really pretty and girlie before I could voice a question, my mother's stern face met mine. She seemed oddly flustered and flush. I didn't understand why she would look so odd until my teen years.
I sat in my room impatient as ever. There wasn't much to do. I had my
suitcase packed, my journal that uncle Ray brought me years ago. satburied at the bottom of the suitcase. There was nothing to do but wait for my uncle to arrive. Pa wanted me to spend the days leading up to the beginning of the internship on the farm, but uncle Ray insisted that I go down to the city a little early to learn my surroundings. He reminded pa once again, that in a few months I would be adult and able to make my own decisions. I could only look on as pa got red in face, before giving Mother a look and walking away. I was glad that I had an uncle like Ray to fight for me. I certainly wouldn't be reading literature if it weren't for him.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear my door opened. It wasn't until my
bed dipped down that I noticed ma sat next to me.
"Ma is everything okay?" I asked, concerned. She looked shifty-eyed and she wouldn'tlook me in the eye. I hoped this wasn't anything serious.She tensed, and I dragged my hands through my long pale blonde hair.Why couldn't I have natural highlights from the sun? I was starting to think I was some form of an albino.
"Everything is fine sweetie."
"You sure ma? You seem jittery. Is this about me leaving for the
summer? It's just a couple of weeks."
"I know dear.ljust don't want you to get into trouble."
"Ma, what are ya talking about? I won't get into trouble. I have a good
head on my shoulders. You and pa raised me. Remember?"
"Oh darling, I'm starting to think we did a very poor job."
Ifrowned at her. She didn't sound like herself.
"Never mind that," she said, noticing my furrowed brows. "I want to tatk
about s*x"
My eyes traveled over my mother's face. She had a look of surprise and consternation. I had no idea how she managed such a look, but Iwanted to know why her voice squeaked at the end. What part of the male or
female anatomy did she want to discuss?
"Ma, I didn't know you were into anatomy. Do you have any questions?
Are we discussing the male or female?"
I giggled when her eyebrows rose to her hairline.
"I'm not talking about reproductive systems, Amelia! Or in a way I kind
of am. Eer. No, I want to talk about intercourse!"
This time it was my turn to be horrified. Why would she want to talk
about it?! I read about it in the health course I had to take. I couldn't
understand why she wanted to talk about procreation. I wasn't going to have a baby. Hell, I never even been kissed. I read about all the sexually transmitted diseases. I didn't want that stuff.
"Ma, I don't understand. Why are we talking about procreation?"
I could only stare as my mother groaned. She looked pained. Should I
get pa?
"Just listen, Amelia Lee! You can process later."
"Okay, ma."
"I don't care if it feels good."
"What feels good?"
"Nothing! It hurts! Don't ever do it. Unless ya get married! Ya, hear!"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, entirely confused about the ordeal. I watched as ma stood up quickly and dusted her skirt off. She gave me a brief nod before walking hurriedly out the door. What in tarnation? Why was she acting weird? Was this something I should ask Uncle Ray about. Nah. I didn't want my favorite, well my only uncle acting strange.
I hurried into the bathroom and close the door. I wanted to wash my face and clear my mind. Hopefully, nothing else strange would occur today. I know ma was cooking a big meal in celebration of my leaving the nest. As long as there was blueberry and apple pie, I would be
content.
I smile at my reftection in the mirror. My large violet eyes stared back atme and I kept my hair in a single braid that rested over my shoulder.
Today, I wore a plain tee shirt and blue jean skirt. I didn't own any
jewelry or anything. My ears weren't even pierced. My lips were red and
full, I puckered them for a moment feeling silly before giggling.
Was I really as pretty as my parents said I was? They were my ma and pa;
they were supposed to tell me I'm beautiful. Uncle ray too.
Willothers think I'm beautiful? I cup my breast through my shirt. Were they too big? Too smal? My butt was none existent, I stuck it out briefly before feeling silly.
"Amelia c'mon on down! Ray's here!"
I give my plain reflection one last look before darting down the stairs.
"Uncle Ray!"
"Hey, hun," he said chuckling at me. I smiled as he lifted me and swung
me around before setting me down on my feet.
"You ready for some adventure?" he smiled, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"You betcha ya!"
"After dinner." Ma cut, smiling as we both trailed behind her. I gave her a
curious look, seemed she was back to normal.
Thank goodness.
"Evangeline, you have out done yourself this time. I don't see how my
brother has become as round as a muffin eating all this good cookin."
"Ray, you too kind." My mother chuckled as my father come trampling in
from outside.
"I heard ya, no good brother of mine. You better take care of my little girl" He grumbted as he gave ma a kiss on the cheek and took a seat at the head of the table.
"Of course, I will, Will. She's family," he said, winking at me."But you
know. She isn't a little girl anymore. She's a young woman."
"Hmp." Was my father's reply.
"Thanks, momma," I said, taking the biscuits from her.
"Well, she certainly eats like a man!"
"Ma!" I said in horror.
"Nothing wrong with that. Men like a woman that can eat." Uncle Ray
chuckled while my mother and father became stiff as a board.
As I bit into my potatoes, I frowned at them. What was wrong, now?
"Is something wrong?" I asked, not likely the tension slowly filling the
room like smoke.
"Everything's fine baby girl," Pa answered me.
Even Uncle Ray seemed confused. We both shrugged our shoulders and
dug into our plates.
"Ma, I'm so full. I don't think I have room for pie."
"Not even blueberry pie?" she chuckled.
"Okay, maybe a tiny piece."
"Eat up sweet heart."
"Thanks, ma."
leat my pie as Pa and Ray move to the porch probably to engage in man
talk as my ma put it. Ma suddenly hugged me.
"Ma, you gonna make me drop it," I whined trying to keep the piece of
delicious pie from falling off the fork.
"You listen to your ma. Always, ya here."
"Yes, momma."
"And your Uncle Ray."
"Okay, ma."
"We will always love you. No matter what."
"I know ma," I sighed into my pie. She was being so dramatic.
Little did I know that my world would take a turn for the worse.
- Writer
