American Girl

Ch. 2

She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows

Singed her letters with X’s and O’s

Gotta picture of her momma in heels and pearls

She’s gonna make it in her daddy’s world

She’s an American Girl

“ooh so your telling me I was adopted this whole time and that you’re my father. If that’s true then who’s my mother?”

“Heather was your mother in blood, you were adopted by Greg, baby darlin’ please don’t be mad at me. Your mother wouldn’t even let me near you. She was married to Greg, even before you were born, they said that they would press charges if I came close to you.” Drey was in a fit! Her own mother lied to her. How could she, for ten years I had believed that Greg was my father, I still do, I always wondered why I didn’t look like him or momma very much.

I just turned sixteen and my “real” father had wanted to talk to her so here she was talking to him, she hadn’t seen him coming after her when her mother died. The only person that had came after her to take care of her was her mothers momma and father, people who when she was alive wouldn’t even talk about, they had taken me in, unlike my father. So I had been living with Grandmamma after momma and daddy’s death or “Greg” as my “real” father said. Six years of living with my grandparents, which five of them my grandpa wasn’t even around, because he had passed away exactly a year after momma did. Grandmamma, who I called Norma Kay, every now and then, had taken care of me until I was able to help her with working, I was 13 when I started to work to fill in for my grandmamma.

“So ‘dad’ why are you here now exactly six years after my mommas death? Hum?”

“because Audrey…..”

I cut him off.

“don’t call me Audrey not even grandmamma calls me that you understand? You maybe my blood father but you are not my dad, daddy, or anything like that. If you were whether or not you just found out about my mothers death you should have at least tried to find out about me every year, something new and different could have happened….”

Before I could even finish what I was saying he cut me off. He cut ME off how rude.

“what do you suppose I call you then? Hum? Dre? Or Dre-Dre, or A Dre? Hum you pick?

“its DREY!!! With a y. Look what do you want that way we can get that over with and you could leave this place alone.”

“I want you Drey to move in with me and my family.”

“No.”

“what? You don’t know me or my family, I suggest you give it a try.”

“no”

“you will move in with me, whether you like it or not.”

“look I’m not your daughter my name has never been yours, you have never even tried to find out about me and I don’t want to lose my grandmother I have already lost my grandfather, actually we both have lost him. So why don’t you just butt out of my life?”

“I must be going Drey, just think about it ok?”

“yeah whatever” I said flopping down onto the couch and turning the TV on to CMT.

“bye Drey, bye Mrs. Luton”

“Bye Wes”

“DREY ELIZABETH MARIE TAYLOR”

“yes ma’m?” I called coming into the hall from the Den.

“what in hell have you done?”

“nothing, just told that man to butt out of my life because I don’t know him” I turned to leave and started up the stairs

“MISS TAYLOR” grandmamma yells from the hall while I’m going up there stairs. For her to be Fifty-something she sure has got a nice pair of Lungs.

“yes ma’m? what have I done now?” I turned at the landing to look at her, she was angry. You could tell a mile away.

“get your ass down here, because you will not let your father in your life you don’t not have a social life you understand? You have chores to do from now and no computer no telephone, except to get homework assignments and I will be in the room when you do that. No going out or to the mall in the next city, that means no movies with your boyfriend you hear me?”

“yes ma’m I hear you and I will start as soon as I log off and change clothes.” I turn to go up the rest of the stairs to go to my room.

“no you wont you’ll be doing chores in the clothes you wear in the morning to school, work or even just in the morning you will not change and make me do your laundry, until you learn how to do laundry you can not change clothes during the day except bed and when I tell you to.”

“yes ma’m”

Ah, the torture begins.

After doing the dishes, sweeping the floors and mopping them, wiping the counter tops, and scrubbing the bathroom grandmamma said I could go to my room… “ah what am I to do in this pink and cream room, with no computer, well actually no internet.” I said to myself as I walked into my room that I have had since I was ten at grandmamma and grandpa’s house. It was upstairs, the only bedroom up here. Well there was my room the Game room and the Bathroom, I had redone everything when I turned fourteen. My room was Hot Pink and Butter Cream with Light Pink trim, posters of Charlie and the chocolate factory were up there(1), there was two, one of Johnny Depp himself and the other was of the “candy land” with the child stars in it. Also there was a poster of ICP(2) only one though. The rest of the things on the walls was pictures of me momma and ‘Greg’ at the park, my birthday parties, and one at the beach, that one was my favorite, in it I had light brown hair and blue eyes, I was still a baby, momma looked 21 even though she was 17, daddy “Greg”, was 19, they were so cute together I have a picture of them on there wedding day, momma was 16 and daddy was 18, daddy had broad shoulders with light blonde hair and hazel eyes, momma had fiery red hair and green eyes, they were so pretty together. That sits on my night table, along with my annoying as hell alarm clock, with its green numbers.

“ah lookie here its already ten, I gotta go get in my darn shower.”

Drey grabbed her Metallica t-shirt and blue ‘juicy’ shorts, and went out the door and down the hall way towards the bathroom, but what she didn’t expect was to hear the shower running.

1 The one that came out around 2000 something , the one with Johnny Depp in it.

2 Insane Clown Posse