Tutu's & Cowboy Boots (Part 1), page 1
Tutus & Cowboy Boots
Part 1
By Casey Peeler
Edited by Beth Suit at BB Books
Cover by Pam Baldwin at Paperclutch
Paperback ISBN: 978-1517614416
Digital ISBN: 9780996152150
Published by Casey Peeler at Smashwords
Copyright 2015 Casey Peeler
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
About the Author
Chapter1
Cadence
I grab my dance bag and toss it over my shoulder. Lauren, my best friend and duet partner, walks out of the dance studio behind me.
“So this is it,” she says with sadness in her voice.
“I guess so. What am I going to do without you?” I ask as she embraces me. “I mean why did my dad have to do something so stupid? And why am I the one being punished for it?” I ask as we pull apart.
“Just promise me if you have a chance to come back home, you will. I don’t know how you’re going to survive out there in the middle of nowhere. Do they even have cellphones?” Lauren questions.
“Yeah, I’m sure they do but who knows if there will be any signal in the middle of a field. Well, I better get going. I have dinner tonight with Dad and his home-wrecking secretary. Maybe if I put on a smile, he’ll change his mind.”
“I got my fingers crossed,” she says while holding up her hands. I smile, but deep down I know better. My father is a selfish son-of-a-bitch. Not only did he mess around with his secretary, but he didn’t even put up a fight for me so tonight is our goodbye dinner. I know Lauren wants me to come back, but it will never happen. I just hope and pray that my future isn’t as bleak as I envision it.
As I walk into our spacious apartment, I quickly drop my dance bag in the laundry room and hurry to get ready. Dad moved out six months ago and now this house is cold and the memories that made it a home are all distorted. I knew Mom would sell it eventually, but I wasn’t prepared for her to move out of the city. And we’re not just moving to the suburbs, we’re moving to fucking Hillbilly, USA. Never in my life did I think my mom would resort back to her Southern roots. She always told me she left for a full-ride to NYU and she’d never move back. When she met my dad, I’m betting she didn’t see this in her future. Tomorrow morning, we’re loading up our new Suburban, also known as our peace offering from Dad, and heading south to Delight, North Carolina. I can tell you right now, there’s nothing delightful about that town.
I check the time on my phone and have exactly fifteen minutes to catch the subway to get to Dad’s on time. I arrive at the station with five minutes to spare. As I stand waiting on the platform, I wonder if he’s going to do something special tonight. Oh! Maybe he’s changed his mind and will ask me to stay. I continue to ponder the possibilities as I take my seat. At exactly seven o’clock I knock on Dad’s door and am greeted by the home-wrecking bimbo. I smile as sweetly as possible, but underneath I want to take my nails and mess up that pretty face and rip out that bleach-blond hair. She lets me know Dad is in his office as I step into the apartment.
“Hey Dad,” I say as I lean on the doorframe.
“Hey Cadence. How was school and dance today?” he questions like he genuinely cares.
“It was great! I had so much fun telling everyone goodbye,” I say sarcastically.
He pauses and looks at me. “Don’t be like this. You’re leaving tomorrow. Can we please have a pleasant night?”
“Of course,” I say as I turn to help the bimbo set the table.
Dinner is the same routine it has been each week since he moved out. I try to convince him to let me stay here and he gives me the same bullshit about needing time with the bimbo, and making their relationship work. I want to scream, what about our relationship? I’m your favorite girl. At least that’s what he always said. I guess he lied.
When we finish eating, I leave my dishes on the table. That bitch can clean them her damn self. Dad asks me to sit on the patio with him. He makes small talk for a few minutes, and then I know what’s coming. Goodbye.
“Cadence, I really wish things were different, but your mother believes that going to Delight will be best for you. I agree.”
“What about what I think? I’ve lived in New York my entire life. Do you really think that I’m going to be able to fit in, in that speck of a town? Not to mention it’s my senior year. I have some amazing companies looking at me. Dad, everything is done. I need to be with Lauren. We’ve already choreographed our senior piece. How am I going to find a partner, learn a new piece and find a decent school? These are big name companies. They don't want someone from some little hick town. You sent me to these schools because they were the best. Do you honestly think the best are in Delight, North Carolina?”
“It will work out.”
“Right, just like you and Mom.” I stand. “I guess I need to get home so I can finish packing,” I say as I stalk toward the door.
“Cadence, don’t do this. I don’t want you to leave like this.” I start to laugh as I turn to face him.
“Funny thing is. You didn’t think once about me and how I felt when you put our family second. Bye Dad.” As I open the door, he calls to me.
“Cadence!” I take in a deep breath and stop in the doorway. “No matter what I love you. Just remember that.” I nod.
“Love you too, Dad,” I say as I close the door. It’s true because no matter what, he’s my dad.
Walking up to our building, I see every light on in our apartment. I take a deep breath. I don’t want to cry. I want to be mad. Mad at my dad who doesn’t want me and mad at my mom who is taking me away from everything I’ve ever known. I check my reflection in my camera app to make sure no tears have escaped and then make my way inside.
“Cade, is that you?” Mom asks as I pass her bedroom.
“Yes,” I say hurrying to my room. I don’t want to talk right now.
“How did it go?”
I laugh. “How do you think?”
I kick off my shoes, and Mom walks into my room as I begin to remove my jewelry. “That bad, huh?”
“Oh, best time ever, Mom,” I scoff.
“I’m sorry,” she says as she pulls me into her arms. I refuse to cry in front of her.
“It’s okay. I don’t need him.”
“Actually, it’s not. As much as I want to say you don’t need him. I know that he’s your dad, and you do. Things will change. Just give it time.” I nod. “Now, you need to go to bed soon. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. The movers will be here at eight.”
“Okay. Night Mom,” I say.
“Love you, Cadence.”
“Love you, too.”
Chapter 2
Cadence
“Cadence.” I hear my mom’s voice as she knocks on the door. I pull the covers over my head. “Cade. It’s time to get up,” she says. I hear my door creak open and know I have no choice. It’s time to face reality. My life, as I know it, is over. Feeling a dip in the bed, I wait to hear what she has to say next.
“Honey, I hate this as much as you do, but it’s what’s best for us. Gran is willing to let us stay with her until we can get on our feet. Who knows maybe you’ll even like it there,” she says as she pulls the covers back. I pull my pillow on top of my head to keep out the light. “Seriously, Cadence. We don’t have much time. The moving crew will be here soon.” Knowing there are only a few items left to move, I get out of bed. “That’s my girl. Come on. Once they finish up, we’ll be on our way.”
I put on something fashionable yet comfortable for our ten-hour ride to Delight. Pulling the covers off my bed, I quickly fold the comforter and say goodbye to my bed. I might have to say goodbye to it, but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving my Lilly Pulitzer comforter. That’s out!
Walking toward the foyer, Mom stares at me. “What?” I ask.
“You know we can buy a new one,” she says.
“Yeah, but this is mine, and I’m not leaving it,” I say.
She shrugs her shoulders, and brushes it off. We take the remainder of our personal items and place them in the Suburban. Thankfully, Mom has shipped most of our clothes and valuables. We are taking a final look around the apartment when the movers arrive. Not only is Mom selling the apartment, she’s selling all the furniture. She said Gran has everything we need for now so it’s not worth taking it with us. Gran’s idea of décor and this place are polar opposites so I think Mom is crazy for not wanting to keep our stuff. When I pushed her to keep some of it, she grumbled something about not wanting any of his crap as a reminder. It all just sucks and Gran’s house is a time warp to the sixties with god-awful country flair. It would be nice to have some pieces to remind me of home.
After the trucks are packed with the rest of our stuff, we decide to stop by my favorite bakery for a flavored coffee and freshly baked croissant for breakfast. As Mom drives out of the city, I quietly eat my breakfast and we make small talk. After we merge onto the interstate, she cranks up the radio and sets the cruise control. I text Lauren until she has to leave for the studio, and wish I was going with her.
Barrick
I roll out of bed before the rooster crows, slide on my worn out jeans and shirt, and then grab my boots and head toward the kitchen. Setting my boots by my chair, I open the refrigerator and grab the orange juice and drink straight from the carton.
“Barrick! You know better,” Mama says as she hands me a glass.
“Sorry, but it tastes better this way,” I admit.
“You sure it doesn’t have to do with not wanting to do the dishes?” I shrug my shoulders. “What time you think you’ll be home tonight?” she asks as she twists her hair into a funky knot on the top of her head.
“Probably four. Ms. Brown said she wanted to stop a little early today.”
“Are you serious? That doesn’t sound like her,” Mama says.
“Yeah she’s got family comin’ into town.” Mama doesn’t say anything, but I can tell by her stance that she’s thinking about something. I finish my juice and slide on my boots. I slide my worn out ball cap on my head, pick up my truck keys, and grab a fried apple pie on the way out the door.
Arriving at the Brown’s farm, I pull my truck alongside the barn and notice the lights are on. Walking inside, I see Ms. Brown filling the feed buckets for the horses.
“Mornin’ Ms. Brown,” I say.
She stops and turns to me. “Boy, I’ve told you to quit calling me that! It’s Mae Ellen or Mae, but not Ms. Brown. Now, grab that feed and get moving. We got a lot to do today, and not a lot of time.”
“Yes Ms. Mae,” I say.
“That’s better,” she says as she continues to work.
I spend most of the morning with the dairy cows. I swear I’ve seen more cow milk in the past two months than in my entire life. Who would have thought that a farm in little old Delight could be such an asset to our county and the foothills of North Carolina? When Mr. Brown passed away three years ago, my older brother, Bo, helped Ms. Mae. Now that he is overseas with the Marines, she asked if I’d like to help. I had no idea what this job actually entailed.
After lunch Ms. Mae asks me to do a few things out of the ordinary. This woman’s got me carrying boxes, mopping, and even wants me to go to the grocery store for her. The only time she’s ever asked me for help inside was to fix a broken door handle. I don’t ask any questions, I say “Yes ma’am” as she gives me each task. She must really be excited about her family coming to town.
As I set the groceries on the table, I hear her holler for me to come help her upstairs. When I make my way into the room, I hurry a little bit more when I realize she’s struggling to move a dresser. I quickly grab the other side, and we both move it with ease.
“’nything else Ms. Mae?” I question.
“Nah, I’ve just got to make the beds and I think I’m about finished. You’ve been such a big help ‘round here. Thank you.”
“No problem,” I say as I help her neatly stack boxes in the corner of the room.
Glancing at her watch, she informs me it’s a little after three. “Go ahead and call it an early day Barrick. I’m going to finish up here and then relax a little bit.”
“You sure?” I question.
“Yeah, just be here at normal time tomorrow.”
Chapter 3
Cadence
Staring out the passenger side window, I can’t help but wish my life were different. The farther down the interstate we drive, the faster my dreams fade behind me. Who knew that one act—or hell, maybe more—by my father would impact my life to this extent? I cannot stand him.
Hearing my phone beep, I take my phone from my purse. Touching the screen, I see a picture from Lauren. It’s a selfie of her in the studio with a pouty face. I smile knowing that she’s missing me, but seeing the studio makes tears well up in my eyes. I quickly wipe them away, grab my ear buds and turn on my favorite playlist.
Mom and I make fairly good time, but I’m so tired of being in this vehicle. We stop every few hours to stretch, use the restroom, and get a snack. When we hit the North Carolina state line I get excited, but my excitement is quickly extinguished when I realize we still have a few more hours to go.
As the sun begins to set, the light is blinding as we drive west on Interstate 40, but once it’s behind the trees we’re no longer squinting behind our sunglasses. We make a turn off the interstate and Mom calls Gran to let her know we’re almost there. She says that she has dinner waiting for us, and I can only imagine what varmint she’s fried up.
As if she’s reading my mind, Mom looks at me. “Stop it. You know she’s not going to feed you something crazy.”
“You never know, but I bet no matter what it’s something fried and a million carbs,” I say with attitude, and Mom pulls the car off to the side.
“Look, I left Delight thinking I’d never go back, but sometimes we can’t control what happens in our lives. I know that this isn’t want you want to do right now, but I didn’t want a divorce either. As much as you think your life is over, it’s not. Take a moment and think about me Cadence. I’ve lost everything I’ve worked for and your father. The least you can do is be grateful that Gran is letting us move in with her. Now I’d appreciate you putting a smile on your face when we get to Gran’s just like I’m going to do.”
I don’t say anything because if I did she’d probably make me walk the rest of the way to Gran’s and there’s no way in hell I’m walking out here by myself.
Mom drives in silence as I stare out the window. We finally arrive in Delight, and when I say we’ve arrived I mean we’ve passed a tiny green rectangular sign with the word Delight on it. There’s no post office, shops or anything. It’s a speck of a community near an extremely small town called Lawndale where there isn’t a chain restaurant for thirty miles.
Turning onto the gravel driveway I see the glow of the lights in the farmhouse. Once Mom puts the Suburban in park, I open the door and almost vomit from the stench that invades my nose.
“What is that smell?” I ask as I hold my nose.
She starts to laugh. “Cadence, it’s the country, but more than likely that’s a bunch of cow manure.”
Oh. My. Gosh. I woke up in New York and landed in hell. I quickly grab my essentials and as I begin to walk toward the house, I trip over something. I squeal and catch my balance. “Why’s it so dark out here?”
“Cadence, honey, this is the way God made it. There aren’t any street lamps. Just give your eyes a moment to adjust.” I do and it helps, but before I take another step, I grab my phone and turn on my flashlight. I then drop my essentials on the ground.
“No service! Mom! My phone has no service!”
“You’ll survive. Gran has a landline.” Who the hell is this lady and where did my mother go? Shoot me now!
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