Formally known as
Hope’s Chance (2012)
By: Jennifer Foor
Copyright © 2012 Jennifer Foor
©2014 Jennifer Foor
All Rights Reserved
Edited by Pamela Snyder
This book is a written act of fiction. Any places, characters, or similarities are purely coincidence. If certain places or characters are referenced it is for entertainment purposes only.
This book is not to be copied or shared.
This book is dedicated to all of my readers.
Thank you so much for the continued support.
To my beta readers. And their countless hours of time they give me. I am forever indebted to you.
1
The last day of my senior year in high school was coming to an end. After I fluffed my long ponytail of brown locks, reminding myself that I’d spent no time on my appearance this morning, I looked around at all of the classmates I’d most likely never see again. The large second hand on the black and white clock seemed to move slower than normal. As it made its way to the twelve, I gently obtained my bag off the floor and wrapped it around my shoulder. It was about to get chaotic.
With a short glance across the room I spotted my ex. He had this smirk on his face that I wished I could smack off. Had it not been for the struggles of my past few years, I never would have given him the time of day. He’d taken advantage of my weaknesses, and used me for his own personal punching bag, not physically, but mentally. I couldn’t wait to rid him from my life.
When the bell rang loudly I flipped him the finger, bidding him a goodbye he’d never forget.
The halls were crowded as my peers ran around like maniacs. Papers were flying in the air, like kids had just tossed them as they exited the building. It was funny how on the last day of school the halls became empty within seconds. I however, lingered around, knowing I wouldn’t be returning. Technically, I was graduating early, on account of my birthday being later in the year. Since I had doubled up on classes and spent the last two summers enrolled with the misfit kids who couldn’t pass during the normal school year, just to be able to do it.
You’re probably thinking that I loved school, or that I was somehow extraordinarily studious. That couldn’t be further from the truth. What pushed me into making the decision were my parents. They used to have such a great relationship, but two years ago my father started having an affair with his secretary. I won’t get into the details of how it was discovered, or what it did to me emotionally. I certainly won’t bore you with the details of my mother losing her self-worth and falling into an enormous bout of depression.
Shortly after it was revealed, he declared that his new whore wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t ask to return home, or try to at least make amends with me. Instead he went out and found someone even more disturbingly young to spend his time with. Now the bastard was entertaining the notion of remarrying again. The woman was just five years older than me, and to make matters worse, he didn’t see that there was anything wrong with his actions. His mid-life crisis only made me realize how much I loathed him for what he’d done to my life.
When my parents first separated, my father moved all the way to Pennsylvania, to apparently start over, or whatever you call it when you sign up for dating services and creep online to get laid. He left my mother with a steep mortgage she couldn’t afford, and eventually we had to move in with my grandparents. According to my mother, which was usually not a good source of information, he hadn’t paid child support for nearly a year now.
My dad had worked in real estate and seemed to move somewhere new when the market went dry. To my astonishment he’d called me last month to inform me that he and Buffy, (yes, that’s her name) were moving back to Virginia. My mother wasn’t thrilled, but even through her animosity toward him, she seemed happy he wanted to make another go at having a relationship with me. I think what was difficult was living in a small town, and seeing families interacting. Once you’ve become the talk of the town’s gossip, it’s hard to break away from judgment. I longed for normalcy.
The next morning was my visit with my father. Though reluctant, I did my best to lay out a nice outfit, and planned to do something remotely decent with my hair. It had gotten extremely long, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take a chance and cut it all off, or deal with it for another blazing hot summer.
I looked down at the clothes. Would he care what I wore? Did I need to make a good impression around his new girl-toy? I was overwhelmed with anxiety over this whole ordeal. Finally, after a few hours, and an empty closet, I decided on a light blue sun dress. It would make my olive complexion pop, and my indigo eyes sparkle.
After fighting to get out of bed, I started on the task of getting ready. I was going to curl my entire head of long hair, but noticed the time and settled to throw my frizzy mess up in a subtle pony tail, with an azure bow that matched my dress. I had to grimace when I took one final look in the mirror. For someone that had a high-school diploma, I’d managed to make myself look around the age of twelve.
After giving me an inquisitive stare regarding my outfit of choice, my mother reluctantly handed me the directions to my father’s new house. She gave me a million pointers before kissing me goodbye. I could tell she hated the idea of him being happy, and it was easy to admit that I loathed it too.
When I pulled into the community I noticed how large the houses were. Long private driveways separated every yard. A double check on the piece of paper let me know that the address I was sitting in front of was in fact my father’s. When I saw the matching numbers on a stone pillar leading down a matching concrete driveway, I figured it had to be wrong. My little Volkswagen Jetta putted its way down the paved entrance until I came to a stop behind a Land Rover SUV. The house had a stoned front with ivy growing up either of its sides. The windows and doors were trimmed in large white wood with black shutters.
I stepped out of the car, making sure the wind wasn’t blowing my dress up above my ass, before heading toward the door. It surprisingly flew open, alarming me. A young girl, who resembled a plastic Barbie doll, came skipping toward me. She was wearing a form-fitting dress that could have been made from only spandex. It was bright pink with giant yellow flowers scattered over it. Her platinum blonde hair was curled as if she were going to model in the next issue of Playboy. In fact, she kind of looked like maybe he’d picked her up at the Playboy mansion, or maybe he’d stolen her away from Heff. “Ohhh yay! I’m so glad you’re here.” She actually squeaked. “Come here; let me get a good look at you.”
Oh my God, this was a terrible idea!
I stood like a statue while this large breasted bimbo tugged and pinched every part of me that I’d assumed was deemed private. When I finally thought she was finished being amused, I began to forge forward. That’s when she reached over and grabbed both of my breasts.
“Oh my, what the-?” She’d shocked me. Frantic to get away from her, I swatted her hands.
“Your breasts are so perky and natural. I told the doctor that’s how I wanted mine, but nothing’s as good as the real things,” she proclaimed with a giggle.
“Um, I don’t know what to say to that.” This female in front of me seemed so made up. I couldn’t understand how my dad had gone from my average looking mother, to this hot-mess.
I suppose what made it worse for me was the fact that I never put any effort into dolling myself up for anyone. My hair and skin gave me enough decent features to allow me to get away with walking out the door looking natural. I never saw an interest in becoming something that I wasn’t. It was obvious this person in front of me struggled with her appearance. I almost felt sorry for her, because I was certain that somewhere in there she was
probably very beautiful.
She seemed to act offended, but shortly after put on another million-dollar smile. “Oh, sweetie, I’m just paying you a compliment. Come on inside. Your father’s going to be so happy you’re finally here. He’s been talking about you non-stop.” Before I could say yes, or even hell-to-the-no, she grabbed me by the arm and tugged me into the house.
The woman never let go of me as she lead us through a large foyer, into a family room. My father was sitting in a leather recliner watching a golf match on the television. He didn’t even turn in our direction, even with the volume level of his Barbie up higher than the surround sound. “Baby, look who I found outside,” she said, as she let go of me and bounced herself onto his lap. Before he could even turn in my direction, she was slapping him with a kiss that may or may not have contained her entire tongue.
I cringed at the sight, but quickly gained my composure as my father shoved her to the side, standing up to finally give me his attention.
“Well, look at my little girl, all grown up.” He took my hands into his and gave me a once over. “You look very pretty, honey. It’s been so long.” He leaned over to kiss me on the forehead. “I see you’ve met Buffy already. Isn’t she a keeper?” He gazed back at her as if she was some prize. Once again I fought the bile rising in my throat. I put on my best casual smile, but in the back of my mind all I could think of was belting out that song from the eighties “Angel is a Centerfold”.
“We met outside, dad.” It wasn’t like I needed to explain. I’m sure it was a rhetorical statement.
“Why don’t you come on in and make yourself at home. We haven’t had time to furnish the whole house yet, but the kitchen is stocked, and Buffy’s made a nice spread for us to feast on.” I stared at my father, who hadn’t really aged much. His hair has some gray on the sides, but still was thick and a dark brown in color. To say that I favored his side of the family would have been an understatement. There was no denying that I was his child.
Out of nowhere, the chick grabbed my arm again, dragging me through the house. She took me upstairs and showed me the four large bedrooms, which each had their own bathroom. Two of them looked out into the backyard. I saw the pool and fell in love instantly, before Buffy pulled me along to show off more of her and my father’s ginormous crib.
When we’d finally made it back down to the kitchen, the food was ready to eat. “We have to take a break from the tour for a bit, so we can eat before all of this food gets cold. Do you like fresh tea?” She asked.
“Um, sure.” I watched as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a large pitcher.
“Great. Here.” She poured me a glass before continuing. “You go on and sit yourself down over there and we’ll join you in a sec.” Buffy pointed in the direction of the morning room. It faced the pool, which I couldn’t take my eyes off of.
My grandparent’s house was small, to say the least. They never expected to have my mom and I move in when we lost our home. A small den had been converted into a bedroom for me, but it didn’t even have a real closet. I had to use one we bought at a store that took up half the room.
Brunch tasted fantastic, but my father barely spoke. He left the conversation up to his new squeeze. She tried to talk to me about fashion, music and finally television, claiming her favorite show was that horrible reality one on MTV with the young mothers. She made a point to mention the age at which my mother had been when she got pregnant with me. I thought I was going to choke on a piece of French toast as she offered that bit of information, as if they’d been long-lost friends. My father seemed mesmerized with everything that came out of her pretty little mouth. She could have talked about a shit fetish and had his undivided attention. It was absurd, and got under my skin.
I wasn’t sure if it was an instantaneous decision, but I was fully aware that I had lost my appetite.
“So tell me, Hope, what’s there to do in this town? Your father and I need to get out there and meet some people. We have this big house and no one to entertain.” Buffy flipped her hair as she questioned me. It was as if everything she did was annoying me. I was coming to the realization that it probably wasn’t her that was annoying me so much as the fact that my father was being a tool.
I cleared my throat and looked directly at him, hoping in some way he could read my mind and snap out of whatever spell he was under.
“Do you know of any bars or places that Buff and I could go dancing? I know about the country club, we’ve already joined that.” I’d been to the country club with my ex, and didn’t care for the snooty people that hung out there.
Had my dad turned into one of those people?
Was this a bad dream?
“I don’t know of any clubs or bars, dad. They aren’t my thing, and besides I’m only seventeen. I’m not even allowed to enter into any of those types of establishments until I’m twenty one.” He clearly should have known that. Wasn’t the parent supposed to be protective about their daughters running around late at night, where they had no business being in the first place?
“Well I guess things have changed a lot since I was a teenager.” He laughed it off, as if he’d gone out as a kid and did whatever he wanted. “I’m just teasing you, kiddo. I wanted to make sure your mother was doing a good job keeping you under lock and key. Lord knows she’d let you run around just to spite me.”
It was impossible for me to not be offended. While trying to grasp what he’d just said to me, I caught him watching Buffy as she leaned over to clear his plate from the table. The vomit began to surface in my mouth, and I needed some air, pronto. “Do you mind if I check out the back yard?”
“Sure, make yourself at home.” My father was too busy admiring his piece of ass to give a damn about what I was doing.
Fat chance! This was the last place that I’d ever call home.
He remained seated when I got up and ambled toward the French doors leading to the pool yard. When I shut them behind me, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and take a deep breath, thankful I’d made it through the meal without stabbing either one of them with a fork.
The yard was landscaped with tall grasses and lots of unique rocks. Several lounge chairs sat around the pool, and the entire perimeter was privacy-fenced in. Attached to the far end was a building. Since my father had given me the go-ahead to look around, I took it upon myself to venture inside. Assuming that it was just a pool house to change and store chemicals, I barged right inside.
I’d been very wrong.
The most handsome piece of man that I‘d ever seen was bent over, pulling off a pair of wet swimming trunks. The beads of water glistened over his skin. Like slow motion, I watched as one left a trail while sliding down to his crack. When the door shut behind me, he turned around. His eyes widened and my presence was definitely made known. I didn’t know what to say, as I stood there taking in his rock-hard physique.
I-COULD-NOT-STOP-LOOKING.
He had a tattoo on his arm that I couldn’t quite make out. Both of his ears were pierced and I was certain that those eyes were a shade of brown. His tan skin kept beckoning me to peek, and it was with much regret that I began to actually lick my lips and bite down on the bottom one.
I’d never reacted like this before in the presence of a man. It was both highly embarrassing, and way out of character. After my last relationship, I’d come to feel as if guys only wanted one thing. I knew it wasn’t right to judge one personal experience on all of them, but it was what I knew.
Still, something about this man in front of me was so beautiful that it intrigued my curiosity. I wanted to know who he was, and what he was doing there.
2
It was hard for me to believe that in the last year I‘d ruined my life, and possibly my future. My full ride to Penn State University had been revoked. If my mother were still alive she’d be kicking my ass, still after six months had gone by. What happened was a horrible tragedy, and the dean of schools did what he had to do, due to the drastic circu
mstances surrounding it. In one night I’d managed to destroy everything I’d worked so hard for.
I’d once strived for greatness, excelling in every aspect of my existence. Now I lived with my sister, in a pool house in her back yard at that.
We were always close and she never questioned me when I’d confessed to her what happened that night. I couldn’t lie about something so horrendous, but making someone believe me wasn’t that easy. Not when it was on every television station and in all of the local newspapers.
After I’d been kicked out of school, lost my job, and left without a penny to my name, Buffy saved me, like she always seemed to do while we were kids. My sister set me up with a place to live, and a job that would last me at least a year. Her new sugar daddy had bought an old fixer upper and they had big plans for what they wanted the house to become, inside and out.
I hadn’t held a hammer since high school, but thankfully it ended up being like riding a bike. After a few days work, I got the hang of things. When I wasn’t sure about something, I’d watch how-to videos until I felt confident to get the work done appropriately. It wasn’t like they were entrusting me with big jobs. The contractors had been in and out of the place since before they even moved in. I was more or less the go-to for small repairs.
Working by myself gave me time to think about the mistakes I’d made to get me in this very predicament. At times I considered running away from it by ending my life, but knew that was the pussy way out. The damage was done. I had nowhere to hide, and even in death I think it would haunt me.
All my friends had disowned me, insisting that they couldn’t be associated with someone like me; someone that could do such heinous things and get away with it for so long. It was a devastating blow. In the long run, I guess they were never really my friends. If they were, then they would have known I wasn’t capable of becoming the monster they all thought me to be.
A Hope and a Chance Page 1
