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But Daddy says Momma saved him from himself, whatever that meant.

“Young lady, this behavior needs to stop. How many times have I told you—”

“Umm hmm,” I hummed, completely ignorin’ her.

My daddy was also a hero of war, which was like way better than Jackson’s doctor daddy anyway. He was a soldier for our country and brought the flag home. It was in the clubhouse in his office, along with all his other medals. He had lots of them cuz he was a real hero, not just a pretend one.

My baby brother Owen was even named after Daddy’s military brother who died in battle. Daddy said he wanted his memory to live on forever and ever, so Owen carries a very special name.

Like me.

Harley.

Daddy named me after his favorite thing in the universe besides Momma, his bike.

Anyone who said Harleys weren’t the best piece of machinery known to man could kiss Daddy’s ass. His words, not mine. I wasn’t allowed to cuss. It always got me in a whole lot of trouble.

Just like Jackson did.

Luke was my our middle brother. He was named after Daddy’s baby brother who died when he was little. I was the oldest, so that meant I’d heard all the stories of Momma and Daddy’s lives so many times I knew them by heart. Daddy was the best bedtime storyteller, ever. I told all my friends their stories, even though Momma said I couldn’t talk ‘bout those things.

I didn’t listen to her…

I talked ‘bout them anyway, cuz my daddy was the best daddy in all the world, and everyone needed to know it.

Especially Jackson Pierce.

“Harley, have you heard a word I said?” she questioned again.

“Yep,” I replied, poppin’ my p.

I still wasn’t listenin’. I knew what she was gonna say. It was always the same thing.

“Harley, you can’t hit Jackson.”

“Harley, why did you hit Jackson?”

“Harley, you have to stop hitting Jackson.”

And what she said the most…

“Harley, you’re grounded.”

This wasn’t the first or the last time I’d be in trouble cuz of fart-breath Jackson Pierce.

“Then what did I say?” Momma asked, stoppin’ in front of me, shakin’ her head.

“That Jackson Pierce is a stupid, ugly-faced booger.”

“Harley Jameson!”

He is!

Jackson was always sayin’ his daddy was better than mine, cuz his daddy saved lives.

Well, duh, that’s what doctors do.

It wasn’t that I didn’t think Jackson’s daddy was awesome. He was, but he wasn’t more awesome than mine.

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