American Honey

Graduation

Today’s the day, the biggest day of my life, high school graduation. It’s just hours away. I can’t wait to walk across that stage into my adulthood. First, I have to make it through my Valedictorian speech without puking or crapping in my pretty, little panties. Rhett promised me he would keep me focused from the audience.

Rhett is the love of my life. I’m only eighteen, but I know that Rhett’s my forever. I’m leaving my childhood and hometown behind to be with him while he chases his dreams. We’re making a road trip across the country because he earned a full ride scholarship to play football at Boise State. He was just named the top high school quarterback in the nation, and he’s all mine.

My momma has been shedding tears since the day I told her I would be leaving the day after graduation. Her tears of pain have had no effect on my decision. I love my momma and my dad, but Rhett is my everything.

We were the homecoming king and queen every year of high school, even our freshmen year. Yes, we will be the power couple that will walk the red carpet one day at the ESPYs. He took my virginity in the back of his truck and slipped a promise ring on my finger the very next day. I gave my first blowjob to him in the same truck. We’ve been inseparable all through high school. He’s the sugar to my tea and everything in between.

I look around my very bare room, as I put the finishing touches on my hair. The walls were once filled with boy band posters, prom pictures and Rhett. My canopy bed and pink comforter have all vanished leaving just the bare framework of my bed. You couldn’t even tell that a spoiled, little girl grew up in this room. I packed it all up and stuffed my cherished memories into Rhett’s truck yesterday.

My mother’s sobs are now echoing from her room. She is so overreacting to me leaving with Rhett. She wanted me to stay in Tennessee and go to her Alma Mater, the University of Tennessee. Momma and Dad met at Tennessee and bled white and orange. My older sister, Tommie, and I were basically born in orange Tennessee onesies and sang the fight song from the age of two. My parents are season ticket holders and Daddy would drag his little girls to every game dressed in school colors. I basically had a permanent-temporary orange T pasted to my cheek growing up.

Tommie, crushed my parents’ dreams when she went off to school in Texas and has since become a veterinarian. My dad was proud, but momma was so damn stubborn and had way too much flamboyant pride to admit her approval. She wanted her girls to stay in her home state of Tennessee, marry a country club boy and be the perfect little housewives. You could call her old fashion and vain to a point. My momma is beautiful and always dresses to supreme perfection. Tommie was more than Momma could handle. She was a tomboy who loved dirt, animals and grease. She is Daddy’s daughter.

On the other hand, I’m my momma’s daughter. I’ve always been her little pageant queen, making her proud with my perfectly fit body, tan skin and always flawless hair. Yes, I have her genes and talent to make it look damn good. I know that I’m beautiful. My parents have always made sure that I have the best of everything. Only name brands for me. Momma has dressed and groomed me with her love for the last eighteen years. It’s now my time and not even my momma is going to stop me from leaving with Rhett.

Momma’s really going to throw a hissy fit when I inform her that Rhett is picking me up for graduation. I’m hoping for a quickie in the truck on the way to the high school auditorium. I need something to calm my nerves before my Valedictorian speech. I have a little black dress on under my scarlet red gown and killer Louis Vuitton red high heels Momma bought. I bought an extra sexy, lacy thong and bra to wear under my dress. It’s going to be Rhett’s present later. We made plans to visit the lake one last time after graduation. Only about four hours until I’m under Rhett at the lake one last time before we flee into our future together.

Waltzing downstairs, I take in the sight and smell of my home for one of the last times. Daddy’s sitting in his suit at the table reading a sports magazine. I’ll miss the sight of him at that table. He’s always there when you need him no matter the time, always willing to fork over his credit card without question when I want a new pair of high heels or a designer pair of jeans. He knew momma wanted me to be dressed the best. The man truly loves his girls with his whole heart and bank account.

“Hey, Daddy!” I say, as I hug him.

“Look at my baby girl.”

“Rhett’s almost here. He’s giving me a ride to the high school.”

“Tess,” he says in a warning voice. I know what’s coming next. Lecture! “Your momma isn’t going to be happy about that. You need to let her have this time with you. I know you don’t understand.”

“Daddy, I’m going with Rhett. End of story.”

“I know you want your own life right now, but baby girl you’re going to miss this one day believe it or not.”

“Tell Momma I will ride to Rhett’s graduation party with you guys afterwards. Meet you guys at the school rock for pictures. Love you, Daddy.” I yell as I run out the door.

The thundering rumble of Rhett’s badass truck pulls up outside and is parked on the corner right next to the light pole. Same place, same truck, same man, but always new butterflies floating around in me. Even after four years of hearing the sound of his truck roaring into my neighborhood, I still get thrilling tingles shooting down my spine. Instantly racing outside, forgetting all about my mommas feelings, I let the door and my boobies bounce to give my man a little show. With my cap and gown in a garment bag thrown over my shoulder, I let Rhett take in all of my size D cup tits. They were his favorite. Which was another one of my daddy’s gifts that my momma insisted on. She wanted my breasts to fit the rest of my very curvy body.

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I did it! The perfect speech of my life…check. Prettiest girl at graduation…check. Hottest pair of red high heels…check. Rhett definitely helped by calming my nerves before the ceremony. We had found our favorite old dirt road and took care of business.

I’m pisse

d because I promised my daddy I would ride with them to Rhett’s party. I want to be in the middle of Rhett’s truck straddling his gearshift, holding his hand and teasing his inner thigh. We finished up all the pictures with my parents and friends in front of the school rock. In one picture, we had Tommie on FaceTime and proudly showed her face to the photographer on the iPad as she snapped the family shot. Most families just use their digital camera. Not my momma. My momma hired a professional photographer to take pictures. It’s all okay because I really wanted to show off my red high heels to the world tonight.

I begrudgingly climb into the back of Momma’s black Escalade. I’m trying very hard not to act like a spoiled brat. They have had me the last eighteen years and need to let me go. Be nice just be nice and remember they love you Tess is the mantra that I keep replaying in my mind.

My daddy starts talking about all the sports scholarships that were awarded to the very talented athletes. He definitely helps tone down my bitter mood with his endless rambling. I should be happy and thankful, but it is so hard when your heart belongs to one person.

A warm memory envelopes my senses and takes me back to the days of my childhood. Growing up, I was always tucked between my momma and daddy on road trips. Tommie and I couldn’t handle sitting by each other for more than five minutes without blood being drawn. I was always bestowed the privilege of being nestled between my parents in the front seat. Definitely the brat of the family. Daddy always had his salty sunflower seeds stashed under the radio, and Momma would sing to me while she braided and unbraided my hair. I loved sneaking into those salty seeds. The prick of the salt would leave tiny little sores in my mouth.

The memory silently guides my body to climb up in the front seat right between my momma and daddy. I flip up the console and get buckled. My sneaky fingers find Daddy’s salty seeds and my other hand grasps onto my momma’s. They continued to argue about whom actually received the scholarships while I just savored the tang of the salt. My daddy was right, I am going to miss them.

“Tess. I just want to tell you I am proud of you. Tennessee or not. I love you baby girl.”

“Thanks, Momma. I love…”

Before I could get the word “you” out a loud squealing sound takes over. My daddy’s arm instinctively flies across my chest to protect me from oncoming danger. A flash and shards of glass pepper my face spearing into my tender flesh. I feel and hear my momma’s body crack into pieces next to me. Each of her bones make a horrendous sound as they break. My head instantly spins with confusion trying desperately to grip onto any shred of sanity. The Escalade starts somersaulting across the road. That’s when I notice my daddy’s protective arm is gone. When the car and my head finish spinning, I reach out to find my Daddy, but nothing. He’s gone.