"Airplanes Like Shooting Stars" Chapter 2: "Diary"

Virginia's Point Of View:

Me: "I don't see how that's any of your business..."

Dad: "Oh, but it is. He said that he wouldn't make you do anything you don't want to do, right?"

Me: "Yeah," I catch onto what they're saying.

Dad: "And if you want to have sex with him, that might be part of his plan. To make you want to so he doesn't break his promise."

Me: "YOU GUYS ARE SICK!"

Mom: "WE'RE SICK?! LOOK AT WHO YOU'RE DATING AND THEN TELL US!"

Me: "Mom! He would NEVER touch me! He said that!"

Mom: "So what! Who cares what that pedophile said! He's lying to you!!!"

Me: "He wouldn't lie to me! For the Lord's sake, HE WEARS A GODDAMN PURITY RING!"

Dad: "So what! That purity ring don't mean shit when his mind isn't pure of thoughts about you!"

Me: "STOP IT! HE DOESN'T THINK ABOUT ME LIKE THAT!"

Mom: "How do you know?"

Me: "I know David better than you! And if you just gave him a chance, maybe you'd actually like him!" Serious pressure in my throat signaling it's almost time to cry begin to make their presence known.

Mom: "I don't care what you think! I care about you!"

Me: "Obviously not as much as you think...."

Mom: "THAT'S IT! I FORBID YOU FROM SEEING HIM EVER AGAIN!"

Me: "I don't care what you forbid me to do! I'll do what I want! In 2 years, I'M OUT OF HERE!"

Dad: "Sure, than you can go ahead and do whatever you want!"

Me: "Thank GOD!"

Dad: "Even get knocked up by that bastard you call sweet and charming!"

Me: "What? I never said tha---YOU DIDN'T!"

Dad: "Didn't what?"

Me: "YOU READ MY DIARY!"

Mom: "It's the only way we can keep track of you anymore!"

Me: "That's just wrong! You don't do that! How dare you!"

Mom: "How dare we? How dare you disobey us!"

Me: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Dad: "Sneaking out on January 13th to see David late at night when you were grounded! What did you do with him that night?"

Me: "We talked. Nothing more."

Mom: (to Dad) "Oh right, page 24 says she hasn't had sex yet! THANK GOD!"

Me: "You don't know that!"

Dad: "You BETTER NOT HAVE!"

Me: "Oh and right..I'm pregnant!"

Mom: "WHAT?"

I turn around at 50 miles per hour and run for the door. I can't take this anymore and I want to make them think that I am pregnant. Maybe that'll make them think twice about what they do to me. I run through the kitchen, grab the keys. and run out the back door. They follow me.

Mom: "YOU GET BACK HERE NOW!"

Me: "Make Me!"

Dad: "We should tell her..."

I stop in my tracks, right next to my father's truck.

Me: "Tell me what?"

Dad: "We're moving. We forgot to tell you, but we sold this house and we're moving to Virginia."

Me: "What? Why?"

Mom: "To keep you away from that scumbag!"

Me: "You wouldn't!"

Dad: "We already did."

Tears start to pour out of my eyes, faster and faster with each passing second and then, I am nearly brought to my knees. When I buck up the courage I need, I open the door to my dad's truck and inside. Anger is all I feel. Now, the only thing I can do...is what my parents won't ever let me do again...go see David.

*To Be Continued*