But in my reality, my plan would never work. Because no matter where I ran, my father would always find me.
Six
Travis
I wasn’t going to stand there and act like I knew what she was going through, but it was bullshit. Her family sounded like something out of some old English textbook. Marrying her off for practical purposes? Not allowing her to live her life? Keeping her uneducated? It was practically primal, in this day and age, to treat someone like that. And she had spunk. A spark that would take her far if her family simply allowed her to unleash it. Ava could turn that fucking spark into a forest fire, scorching everything in her path in order to create room for new life. All she needed was someone to give her the tools to work with. Someone to believe in her and root her on in her dreams.
But instead, her family was hellbent on holding her back.
I didn’t know why it made me sick to watch her get off the couch, but it did. She grabbed a plastic bag that had her clothes from yesterday in it and made her way for the door. I threw my rag in the kitchen sink as I watched her open the door, then she turned toward me with her hazel eyes and nodded her head.
“Thanks for saving me,” she said. “I would’ve died in that car had it not been for you.”
“Stay out of thunderstorms,” I said. “And try to keep your head above water.”
“Yeah. Thanks,” she said with a snicker.
I knew my advice was pathetic and filled with nothing but hot air. Try to keep her head above water? Was that really the best I could do? My family had leaned on me for every major business decision over the last five fucking years, and all I could give this young woman was, “keep floating along?”
“If you want, you could stay here.”
Ava stopped in her tracks and whipped her head over toward me.
“What?” she asked.
“If you don’t want to go back, you could stay here,” I said.
“And… do what?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Hadn’t gotten that far, I guess.”
Ava crinkled her nose in confusion, and I couldn’t blame her. I was confused as to why I brought it up in the first damn place. Stay here? What, just… in the fucking guest bedroom? What the hell was she going to do here? Twiddle her thumbs and take online courses or some shit? I barely knew this girl. For all I knew, she was a lying sack of shit like the rest of the women that had come in and out of my life. For all I knew, this was a ploy to get underneath my skin.
I had to remind myself of who she was. Who her father was and what he had tried to do to our family.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Ava said.
“Suit yourself,” I said.
She left the cabin and I watched as she got into her car. I could tell she was scared. Worried, even. Her confidence drained from her the moment she shut her car door. Like she didn’t think anyone could see her. It was amazing people thought they were hidden once they got behind the metal encasing of their cars. People picked their noses and yelled at their children. Sang terribly along with music and unleashed their road rage. It was like they suddenly lost the ability to comprehend exactly what a window did.
And Ava was no different.
I watched the fire in her beautiful hazel eyes slowly drain down her body. Her confident form collapsed as her forehead rested against her steering wheel. It was like just hearing her father’s voice had collapsed her somehow. Pulled some imaginary rug out from underneath her and brought her crashing back into a reality she hated. I watched her take a few deep breaths as her dark brown hair fell around her face.
She really was a beautiful woman, if someone could get past the helplessness she tried to ignore in herself.
I still wasn’t sure why she was heading home instead of California. If that was really her goal, then she would continue on with her journey. Many people had come before her and struggled through harsher times to get what they wanted. It was hard to imagine that her father had that much control over her life. Maybe he governed her by fear or maybe she was just some spoiled rich kid who blew everything out of proportion. I hardly knew the girl, so who the hell was I to judge her family dynamics just from what she’d told me?
I already had an opinion of her father as a businessman, but I’d never seen him in action as a parental figure. Maybe sh
e made a habit of this kind of thing. She admitted that this wasn’t the first time she had run from her parents, so maybe this anger her father displayed was just him fed up with her antics. Maybe they had tried to make her go to college and she didn’t want to, so marrying her off was their last effort to try and give her some semblance of a life outside of the home.
There were several scenarios that could explain what Ava was really going through. After all, if I heard her conversation correctly, she was only twenty-two. And I remembered what it was like to be that young in my twenties. It felt like the entire world was against me. I had graduated college with a business degree to help the family and I thought I knew everything. I was in love with the woman I thought I would to spend the rest of my life with and I thought nothing could touch me. I thought everyone with an opinion that wasn’t mine wanted to see me fail, and I stopped at nothing to make sure people knew I wasn’t going to take their shit.
Maybe that was what Ava was doing with running away.
Maybe that was her way of exerting some sort of control over her life.