The Trial was over. It was a time of much turmoil in my heart and soul. How could I face all those who spoke up against me? They had only known Lucas for two years, so to speak up and say he was such a magnificent outstanding man who would never do what he did, was so indescribably wrong. The press even chose to put my address in the paper in the small town I lived in. They chose to put his name in as well. Everyone knew it was my family. This was legal to put his address in the paper, but considering he lived with us, it seems they could have used a better judgement call on that one. My leaving devastated my mother but it was too much for me. I just had to go. It broke my heart to leave my family. Especially Melissa and Ava who leaned on …show more content…
During the trip back, we were listening to the radio and the song ‘We are the World” came on. It was playing on every station all over the world at the same time. My dad was always a speed demon and I watched as we passed every car and every single one was singing it and all I could do was watch with tears in my eyes. I sunk real low in my seat. I wished so badly, I had money to call my sisters at the next gas stop, on the pay phone to ask them if they were listening to it too. I wanted so desperately just to know how they were. Oh how my heart ached in ways I can not describe. I thought of my Grandma Emma who always loved me no matter what. Always. I knew I broke my mother's heart by choosing my dad over her. It was just one awful bitter sweet ride for two days to my new home, to a new dream I hoped I was going to somewhere In the Land of the Lakes. I just knew my dream had to be up ahead. Anything was better than what my life had …show more content…
It was about 3 miles away. When he wasn’t in town I would do my best to get a ride. If I got lucky Ashley’s Mother, my Grandma Grace, would pick me up and drop me off at home but this only happened on a few occasions. I rode the city bus a few times when the cold was unbearable but even when it was awful weather conditions I would not ride the school bus and never did. I even took rides from strangers who took pity on me walking at times and I was so cold I would take advantage of their generosity. When my father was out of town Ashley didn’t take time to take me home, either. She took time to pick up her own children or had her mother pick them up, but not me. I refused to ride the bus and they didn’t understand. I never would say why. I am sure I came across as a snotty teen who just didn’t want to ride it but I didn’t care. I was not riding a school bus to save my