Chapter 1; Good-bye Gramps...

Just when things seemed like normal, things drastically change for Molly Conners. And it all started with a good-bye from her Grandfather Joe.

Its hard to say how I ended up like this. Laying in the concrete road with the rain soaking me completely. Or was that my blood? I really can't tell anymore. Not will this intense pain seeping into my nerves evertime I flinched or was lifted. Or when your head feels so light that you actually became an air head. Not to metion the undeniable anxiousness I could see myself give into for Bettsy. Or was that just my black out? Yeah, right now, its hard to tell the difference from anything. I guess you could say that's why my mind wondered off to the memory of when Grandpa Joe died, and Old Bettsy came into this whole picture. The day that I recieved a suicidal cow as a deing wish from my Gramps, Joe.

 

 

 

"Molly, you get back here, you here! I am talking to you!" protested my mother, Carol, as I stormed out of the kitchen and passed our screen door with a slam.

"No! I ain't goin'!" I argued as I walked down the steps to our sleepy porch. I then headed for my old rusty bike. "I told you that I wanted to be with gramps, and damn it! I'm gonna be with gramps right now! I ain't gonna put up with your stupid tea party with your stupid old rags called your friend!" I added with a shout as I turned to face my mother who was now out on the porch, looking down at me with eyes that could kill.

"Young lady, do not talk to me with that filthy tongue in that tone! I says you get your scrony little a*s up these stairs right now before I call your father again!" threatened Carol as I pistioned myself onto my bike. Her face flushed with anger and her wild orange hair enphisising that very well. "Molly Conners, are you listening to me!" Carol yelled as she made her way down the stairs. But by the time her feet touched the soil, I was off pedeling for my life.

"Molly!" was the last word I heard out of my mom's lips before she was out of hearing range and I was riding along the road. "Damn her and her stupid little tea parties and everything that has to do with that evil witch!" I hissed to the summer air as hot tears began to harbor themselves in my hazel eyes. I shook my head slightly to brush away any ideas of crying. "No... I ain't gonna cry!" I muttered to myself this time as I pedeled straight for my grandfather Joe Conners's ranch. I knew that once I was there, there wasn't gonna be no crying.

"Hey there, Rancher, what brings you to me?" asked my sweet old grandpa Joe as I passed through his screen door and walked over to his living room. He was sitting in his favorite couch that's been passed our family tree for 5 generations. With stormy blue eyes, he asked, " Was it Carol, again?"

The good thing about grandpa Joe was that, even though it was personal, he wasn't afraid to know the truth. And as I sunk myself in the love seat near his couch, I pouted slightly. "Yeah." I simply said as I rested my head down on the soft pillow of the love seat. "She wanted me to go to her little tea party instead of coming here with you like I always do to help out," I added with a sigh.

"Again? Well, Rancher, I ain't complaining about you coming over. You always make my day, but don't you think its time you went to hang with some friends or something?" Asked my grandpa with a curious tone behind his raspy voice. Leave it to gramps to remind me of my anti-social calander.

I rose my brunette haired head to face my grandpa with a face of disbelief. "But gramps, I don't wanna hang with those kinds of people that Carol's into! And you know I find all the people in this town lame," I insisted as I rose completely and walking over to gramps's couch. "You also know that I'd rather hang with the one friend that matters the most to me," I added softly as I scooted over to his side of the couch.

Grandpa Joe chuckled before giving my a half hug and sqeezing my shoulder affectionatly. "Yeah, I know," He said softly as he closed the space between us and embraced me. I smiled. Like I had said before, there wasn't gonna be any crying with gramps. And if there were, it was only gonna be for the fact that he made me so happy.

However as we talked for hours over the littlest thing like always, like school, Carol, the farm, and Dad, I didn't realized that this was going to be the last. And as I walked my grandfather Joe up the stairs to his room to tuck him in like always, I kissed his forehead and said, "Love you, gramps."

He smiled while resting his head on his soft pillow. "I love you too, Rancher. Don't forget that. Oh and...Rancher?" he said softly as his tired soul began to show in those ancient eyes. I lowered my head close to his so he wouldn't have to talk loud.

"Yeah?" I asked softly.

"Don't forget about Bettsy, please?" he whispered as he grabbed my hand gently that was resting aside his.

I blinked. He normally never said things like that. Bettsy was always something he talked about so of course I wasn't going to forget his precious gift. "Don't worry, gramps. I won't. I'll take care of her when you're not able to, you know that," I reasured him with a grin. "Now go to sleep, okay? I'll be coming around later in the evening like always, alright? So don't lock the doors," I teased him as I kissed him on the cheek one last, and final, time.

Grandfather Joe smiled peacefully as his final words were, "Bye Rancher.... I love thee, like my cheese..."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Not as much as me!" I answered back like I always did with his little saying between me and him. Then, like I always did, I closed the door to his room and left.

It was in the late morning that I found out my grandfather Joe Matthew Conners died of old age the night before. It was also that very late morning that I went on a rampage.

 

Author's Note

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[Rainbow Rider]

Its hard to say how I ended up like this. Laying in the concrete road with the rain soaking me completely. Or was that my blood? I really can't tell anymore. Not will this intense pain seeping into my nerves evertime I flinched or was lifted. Or when your head feels so light that you actually became an air head. Not to metion the undeniable anxiousness I could see myself give into for Bettsy. Or was that just my black out? Yeah, right now, its hard to tell the difference from anything. I guess you could say that's why my mind wondered off to the memory of when Grandpa Joe died, and Old Bettsy came into this whole picture. The day that I recieved a suicidal cow as a deing wish from my Gramps, Joe.

I love this as an opening!!! One can see Molly lying there. The suicidal cow, hooks the reader.

[Minnow]

WOW! love the chapter! I can't wait for the next one!!! =)