Five
Ava
I walked back into the cabin and sat down on the couch. College? Was that something I could do with my life? I hadn’t had the option growing up. I graduated high school and immediately delved into the role my family expected me to have. Society-wide parties and formal functions. Winter and spring balls with gowns that sparkled and flowed. Sliding into the life my parents wanted for me was easier than trying to get them to understand that I had other plans for my life.
At least, it was easier for a while.
Once they started setting me up on blind dates, however, my tune changed. I found out they expected me to marry. I figured out I wasn’t going to be able to wait out their insane familial views or outgrow their needs for my life. They were determined to push me into their lifestyle one way or another. So, I started to rebel. Telling them things I wanted and didn’t want, even though it incurred the wrath and anger of my father. That was when the name-calling started. Things like “embarrassment” and “selfish.” “Bratty” and “vulgar.” Like I had cursed the entire family and had resolved myself to a life of dancing in a cage in some club.
But all I wanted was to make my own decisions for my own life. And that didn’t fit in with my father’s plan.
But college? Who the hell did this Travis person think he was? Did he think he was going to fix my car and just start throwing around his own expectations for my life? The last thing I needed was someone else telling me what they thought I should do with my life. This was my life. It was my heart that beat in my chest and my thoughts that ran through my head. Even if I had wanted to attend college at one point, now I had other plans.
Plans that required me to be in California.
My phone rang in my pocket and it caught me off guard. With the amount of rainwater that drenched my body last night, I expected my phone to be dead. But there it was, vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw it my father’s name on the screen, so I ignored it. Then my mother called, and I ignored it again.
My brothers called, my aunts called, and even a few of my cousins called. Everyone tried to get in touch with me. Travis was outside doing hell-knew-what with my car. I sat in a cabin that was just as foreign as the mountains around me, and the one thing I tried to escape was ringing through on my phone that, somehow, still worked.
Fucking great.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Ava Laura Lucas. Where the hell are you?”
“Nice to hear from you, too, Father,” I said.
“Where in the world did you get off to? Your mother and I have been worried sick.”
“Just stayed at a friend’s house last night,” I said. “Nothing major.”
“Cassie? Did you stay with her? I hope she was able to talk some sense into you. Storming out of here the way you did was in complete disregard for your mother and I. Get your ass in the car and get home.”
I heard the cabin door open and I looked over to see what was going on. Travis walked through the house with the grease of my car on his fingers. I studied his frame, taking in his broad shoulders and his strong arms. His amber eyes were downcast, trying to scrape the gunk from underneath his spindly fingernails. My eyes roamed his back, my body turning on the couch to follow him toward the kitchen sink.
He had the most beautiful ass in the jeans he wore.
“Ava? Are you even listening me to?” my father asked.
“Yes, sir. Sorry. What was that?” I asked.
“See? This is why your mother and I can’t find you a proper suitor. A man isn’t going to want you trailing off into your own hapless mind while he’s addressing his wife.”
“Then he should probably talk about something important or intriguing,” I said.
I watched as Travis turned around. He locked his eyes with me as he ran a rag over his hands. I quickly turned around and sat back down into his couch, but I could feel his eyes on me. Judging me. Wondering what move I would make next. I listened to my father drone on and on about my duties and responsibilities and how I needed to grow up, screw my head on straight, and get my ass home.
“You have your date with Timothy Wells tomorrow. Get home so your mother can pick out a dress for you,” my father said.
“Ah, the banker. He hasn’t backed out of the deal yet?” I asked.
“Get home, Ava. These childish antics have gone on long enough. You are twenty-two years old. It’s time you started acting like it.”
“Most twenty-two-year olds are still drinking in bars with their friends while getting their college degrees,” I said.
“Enough! Get home or I will come find you.”
My skin tingled at his threat. The last time my father had to retrieve me from somewhere, he made it a public spectacle. Chastised me in public and dragged me out of Cassie’s by my arm. I had fled to her house the first time my parents tried to marry me off. I ran to her house and stayed for the weekend, and when I refused to come home my father drove over, yanked me out of the house by my arm, and forbid me to leave the house for the rest of the month. If I wanted visitors, they came over, and the only place we were allowed was the sitting room.
But if he went to Cassie’s this time and found I wasn’t there, I knew I would suffer worse.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be home shortly.”
“It’s about time you started obeying. No husband of yours is going to want to chase behind you whenever you run because things get tough,” my father said.
“Yes, sir,” I said. “Understood.”
I hung up the phone and sighed. I had all my stuff in my car. What was keeping me from just going on to California? It was obvious my parents hadn’t looked for me enough to see that most of my stuff was missing from my closet, so what the hell did they care? My father was a control freak, and I knew he would stop at nothing to shove me into the mold he’d created for my life. And if I ran to California while he was in tracking mode, he would stop at nothing until I was back within his grasp.
What the hell was I thinking? That I could just run away and my family would forget about me? I was the only daughter. My father’s prized possession. It was my legacy to be the most graceful, most beautiful, and most appetizing woman on the planet. That was what people expected of Harold Lucas’ only daughter, and that was what my father was determined to give them.
I closed my eyes as Travis’s voice hit my ears.
“You know you don’t have to go back.”
I snickered and shook my head.
“And what would you know about that?” I asked.
“Do you love him?” he asked.
“Do I love some banker who’s twice my age and allergic to dust mites? Hardly,” I said.
“Then you shouldn’t go back.”
“It’s not that easy,” I said.
“Running away was that easy.”
“Until my father begins to track me down. He won’t stop until I’m home,” I said.
“It’s not your responsibility to marry that guy. Or to date, for that matter.”
“Tell that to my father,” I said, snickering.
“Okay. Hand me your phone.”
I turned around and looked at Travis leaning against the kitchen counter. His arms were crossed over his chest and his eyes were stern against mine. He frowned underneath the thick beard that covered his face and his flannel shirt was riddled with oil. But he stood tall and strong. Proud and confident.
My ears warmed as my eyes raked up and down his body.
“It took a lot of guts to do what you did,” Travis said. “Packing all your stuff and running away. You don’t have the tools necessary to figure out what you’re doing, but you’re determined to do it anyway.”
“I most certainly am capable of creating a life for myself,” I said.
“That’s not what I said. You don’t have the tools to create your own business. I never said anything about a life of your own. That you can do. But you have to face your family head-on to do it.”
“Wonderful observation, Sherlock. Got anything else for me?” I asked.
“If you don’t want their life, don’t go back,” he said.
“Easier said than done.”
“And you’ve already done the hardest part. Just get in your car and keep going toward California. That was your goal, right?”
“You don’t understand my father. The last time he came and got me, he dragged me out of my friend’s house by my arm, publicly chastised me for her entire neighborhood to hear, then relegated me to the sitting room for the rest of the month. It’s an adult version of being grounded, for fuck’s sake,” I said.
“He only has the power over you that you give him,” he said.
“Thank you, Ghandi.”
I watched Travis shake his head as he turned back toward the sink. I sank down into the couch, closing my eyes so I could calm my heart. I had no other choice. Whatever choice I thought I had was ripped from me the moment my father called on the phone. In my mind, my plan worked if they didn’t exist.
But in my reality, my plan would never work. Because no matter where I ran, my father would always find me.