Hitting the Road is a young adult story about a girl on the brink of adulthood and her quest to find her younger brother’s father. Krissy hasn’t seen Tim in 7 years and Tim doesn’t even know that Bradey exists but she has to find him otherwise Bradey will end up in a foster home.
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I could see the ambulances in the review mirror as I drove away. I was finally leaving it all behind but this was nothing like what I thought it would be. I thought there were be some kind of relief but there was none. Only sadness. My poor old mom. And poor Bradey.
I knew what Bradey’s life would have been like if he’d grown up in this house but this wasn’t any better. Now he didn’t even have a mother. She was gone. But I couldn’t stay and I couldn’t let Bradey stay either. Bradey was only 6. He had no idea what he would have been in for if I hadn’t grabbed him and some stuff and jumped in Sadie before calling for the ambulance.
Sadie was my prized possession. I’d worked my butt off to buy her I’d only just gotten her about a month ago. It took two years for me to save up enough money but I had to have her. I’d dreamed of owning a VW van like this since I was 12 and met these hippies that were travelling through town. It had taken a lot of work but I’d gotten there and bought her – paid in full – just after my 18th birthday. And I was doing just was I was planning to do. I was hitting the road.
I hadn’t planned to bring Bradey with me but I couldn’t very well leave him behind to be place in some crappy foster home could I?
“Krissy, where we goin?”
Bradey was sitting beside me in the passenger seat hugging his blue blankie. He was still in the shorts and tank top that I had dressed him in this morning. The tank top had Elmo on it and it was his favorite article of clothing. I had to wash it 3 times a week, at least.
“We’re going to find your daddy.”
“I have a daddy?”
“Yes, you do Bradey. I should have told you about him a long time ago.”
“What about Momma? How come she’s not here?”
“Don’t worry about Momma. She knows where we are going and she knows this is the right thing to do.”
Mom would never let me tell Bradey about Tim. That’s why he didn’t know that he had a daddy. But that didn’t matter now. Tim, didn’t know he had a Bradey either and somehow I was going to have to find him and convince him to let us come see him. I had no clue where he lived. Not one. But I’m pretty darned smart. I knew how to use the Internet. I was pretty sure we could find him.
I was going on the assumption that Tim would recognize me. It was only 7 years since I’d seen him. I’d been 11 and I thought he was awesome because for those couple years that he was with us, Mom was actually trying. She was trying to be happy and trying to not keep stuff. She did love him. But he just wasn’t enough. None of us were ever enough to get over my dad walking out when I was a baby.
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