“I’m just thinking about the future, going off to school, what’s going to happen when we get on our own.” I know that I’m taking it the hardest that we’re leaving.
“Cal, we’ll figure it out. Let’s enjoy this weekend and then we can worry about the rest.” Cydney flings her arm over my shoulder and I lay my head on hers as we watch the burning fire together.
After a few minutes, I decide she’s right. No reason to ruin this weekend with my worrying. “Sounds good. Let’s get a drink and dance.”
“That a girl,” Cydney says while shaking her hips.
Not too long after we start dancing, Cayden walks up to us and joins in. Grabbing each others’ hands, we jump around, spin and twirl, just letting loose like when we were little girls in our bedrooms and no one was watching.
We drink, dance, and party until early morning. This is going to be the best weekend of our lives.
Cydney
I finish pulling my long auburn hair into a ponytail and take a look in the mirror. I chose my favorite black tank with my cut off jean shorts, no makeup, and simple black flip flops to wear into town for the 4th of July celebration.
Walking down the stairs, I yell, “Cal, Cayd you ladies ready to go?”
“Hell yes!” they say in unison, one handing me my bag and the other dangling the jeep keys from her finger.
When we woke this morning, most everyone was already gone. I imagine they left to go get ready as well. Later tonight everyone will be back at our place, ready to party some more. Georgetown won’t know what to do when we arrive on campus in the fall.
Once we get into town, parking is a madhouse, but we find a spot about a block away and all Callie and Cayden can do is scream. “We have arrived bitches!”
I laugh, but join in. “Let the fun begin!”
We walk around town for hours, riding all of the carnival rides, playing the games, and flirting with all the hotness that is visual.
The parade just finished up as we round the corner, and fuck me if we don’t see the last person we ever expected to see again. Once upon a time, we all wished he would come back, but over the years we grew up, realized how he really was and never wanted to see him again.
Cayden looks at the two of us. “We gotta get the fuck out of here!” Just as much shock written on her face as ours.
We race back around the corner, hoping he doesn’t spot us. Catching my breath, I tell them, “Damn, that was close!” With big eyes and chest heaving, I know I probably look crazy right now. “Why the hell would he show up here and now?” I ask with a mix of emotions going through me.
“Cydney, why wouldn’t he show up? All these years he’s stayed in the same area, being the boil on the ass of humanity,” Cayden says as we reach the Jeep. Callie can’t do anything but laugh, it’s her defense mechanism, and all I do is smirk.
“I don’t even care about the fireworks and dance anymore. That was enough excitement for me, let’s just go home and get ready for everyone to show up. Y’all, I can’t believe this is the last bonfire before college,” Callie says from the backseat.
“Me either,” Cayden and I both respond.
It was a quiet ride home and then we went about our business, making sure the DJ was ready to go, food was prepped, drinks set up, and the fireworks set. We are going to close out this weekend with a bang.
People started arriving about an hour ago and I look around realizing just how many enjoy their time here on the farm. “Cal, damn there are more people here than last night. Let’s recruit some of the guys to help us keep an eye on everyone. There’s no way we will be able to do it on our own. Do we have enough tents set up in case someone needs one?” Everyone usually brings their own, but I like to be prepared in case someone needs somewhere to sleep.
“Yes Cyd, we have plenty of tents and no one will be going anywhere tonight. I’ll go ask Brody and some of the others to help watch everyone,” Cayden reassures me that everything will be taken care of and it lets me release the breath I was holding.
So far there has been no sight of our father and it has me stressed. I hope he doesn’t show up here, trying to ruin the celebration. He would do something like that though, the drunk bastard. We will just have to stay on our toes, keep our eyes peeled, and thank God that Momma is working.
The night is alive with friends, family, food and fireworks. As I head into the house for a moment to myself, I stop dead in my tracks on the porch. The despicable man himself is standing at the door under the porch light. Getting a good look, I notice he’s aged since the last time I saw him, and not gracefully.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Ted? Why show up now after all these years?” I ask with clear disgust in my voice.