On The Farm Chapter Two

I was brought out of sleep very abruptly by the ringing of my cell phone. I groaned into my pillow and thought about not anwsering it but I knew that it had to be Jeff, since he was the one who had given it to me in the first place.

" Hello" I anwsered trying to sound more awake then I really was, considering the clock by my bedside was saying that it was already two in the afternoon.

" Hello sunshine. I made those calls and I have some good news for you." Jeff said in a chipper tone that made my already bad mood even worse.

" Let me guess. I'm really a princess that was kidnapped at birth and my real parents have decided to wisk me away to a life of money and glamour." I replied not even trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice

" No unfortuantly not, but I have a plan that the judge approves of. It will be up to you to decide if you want to do it or not."

" I'm listening." I said as I heard him pause on the other end of the line

" I know that you are aware of the youth center that is on the other end of town. I have it set up that you can volunteer there three days a week, working with the kids and whatever else that they may need you to do. And there is something else." I didn't like the tone of voice he had. He sounded like that whenever he was going to say something that I didn't like.

" I have friends who own a farm, a sod farm and they are willing to let you stay with them through the summer and possibly longer. All that they ask is that you be on your best behavior and that you help out when needed."

" Are you fucking kidding me? I am not living on a fucking farm." I screamed into the phone

" This isn't really something that you have any say in. I already talked to your dad and he has agreed that he isn't capable of taking care of you and that this is better than you getting put into foster care or a detention center."

" Fuck him and fuck you too. I don't need this shit. I can take care of myself." I now had tears streaming down my face and I hated him even more for making me cry. I threw the phone on the floor and grabbed a duffel bag out of my closet. I started to throw whatever clothes I could get my hands on into it and in my haste I didn't hear or see the squad car pull up. The cop, officer O'callahan had dealt with me numerous times in the past and all it took was a call from Jeff telling him that I was planning on running. I fought like a banshee but in the end he was too strong to get away from. He cuffed me and put me in the back of his car and took me to the station where Jeff was waiting for me.

" Dammit Melanie, how many times do I have to tell you this may be your last shot at a decent life?" he bellowed at me

I was taken a back by his anger. I was usually the one causing a scene and even though he had been angry with me many times in the past, this was the first time that he had ever raised his voice at me.

" You know what? I've had it with you. If you want to screw up your life that is fine by me. I'll just call the judge and tell him that you need to be locked up till your eighteen."

I swallowed hard as I watched him dial a number on his phone and bring it up to his ear. I could feel the utter panic tightening my chest until I could barely breath.

" Stop I'll do it. Just don't call the judge." He eyed me and kept the phone to his ear. I started to get frantic.

" Please I mean it. I'll do whatever you want. Just don''t send me to jail." I was pleading and I knew that I sounded pathetic but I didn't care

He flipped his phone shut and looked at me triumphantly

" The Staal's are expecting you tonight. I'll take you back to your house so you can pack up anything that you think that you'll need."

All I could do was nod my head. I followed him out to the car and we went to my house. My father was no where to be found, which was typical when he had to face anything that was remotely hard to deal with. He was probably at the local bar getting plastered as we spoke. Jeff watched me as I silently packed a bag. When we left I tried not to look back. It was too painful. Everyone that was suppose to matter to me was gone or might as well be.