Young Writers Society

@scarlettvee Here is chapter 3. Papi anounces it!!

Chapter Three: Hadley

By the time that I make it home, it is getting dark outside, and the crickets already started their song in the brush.

“Hadley, is that you?” I head Papi holler from his recliner in the living room.

“Yes, Papi, it's me.” I stop when I see my Papi’s wrinkled face, which is normally happy, is now sad and dropping. “What is wrong?”

“Come sit, my dear,” He waves a hand to the couch by the TV.

I walk over to the old couch by the television, and eye Papi hard. “Can you just please tell me what is buggin’ you?”

“It's...it's...it's...your father. He passed away, Hadley.”

“What? My father?” I stand up almost as soon as the words leave his mouth, not believing them, “I though he died when I was born.”

“No. He left. You're mother had a brother before you were born, and he got him, and when she had you, you're mother got you. You're brother’s name is Jude. He will be coming to the funeral. But you're father left a will, and most of his stuff is going to you, and some of it is was left to Jude.” Papi stands up and walks over to me, “I am sorry that I never told you. Dear.”

“Papi, it is not your fault. I just wish Mama was here.” I slide to the floor, thinking of my beautiful mother.

“I know,girly.” Papi yawns. “I must sleep. The funeral is in two days, dear. He is going to be buried by your mother.”

I stand right up again, or I try to, but I just fall back to the floor, the rough wood cutting at the skin of my knees. “What?” I nearly yell.

“I am sorry. There was nowhere else to put him, unless you want to toss ‘em in the lake.”Papi hobbles over to the stairs, leaning on his cane.

“But….” I feel something breaking inside of me. “That was your plot, Papi.”

“I would rather not be in the plot right now, Hadley. I want to be able to be here with you, Pequeña cierva. ((Little Doe))” I see tears twinkling in his eyes.

I stand up, as he walks up the stairs to his room, then, I hear is squeaky door close.

I throw open the door, and run out the house, and head to the ole barn, where Padre, my mother’s old horse, is munching on some hay.

“Hey, Ole buddy. Wanna go for a ride?” I grin tearful at him, as he tries to nibble at my hair, which has the same coloring as the hay he was just eating.

He just neighs a response that I take as a yes.

I grab the saddle, blanket, and the other pieces, then I latch them on him.

“Here we go.” I say as I give him a little kick when I am on him, but he rares up to fast.

“Whoah. Stop!” I squeal, what good that does. “Padre!”

He was to excited, he starts off in a fast run into the thicket by the house.

He runs in the direction of the creek, never once slowing down. “PADRE!”

As he jumps over a boulder, I lose my hold on him, and I am flung back.

I fly through the air, then my head hits something hard, and I am meet with darkness, as I feel something sticky slide down my face.