12. Distraction
Chapter 12
Distraction
Esme
W ho knew that working on a ranch would be so therapeutic. The things that seemed trivial back home don’t seem as important now. Sure, I can still bitch and moan about what I’m doing and push Asher’s buttons every second of the day, but I’m finding a sort of release in manual labor.
This was never supposed to be my life, I never wanted it to be. But, as I rake through the mulch that has been laid in the garden and take care of chickens, the stress seems to dissipate from my body. Maybe this is fun, not that I’d ever tell Asher that.
I plop down on my ass, taking a quick break before I work through the rest of my chores. There’s a light breeze that tossels my hair, the cicadas scream from their place in the trees, and I inhale. Fresh cut grass, hay and Asher’s unique smell invade my senses, and now I understand why—it’s all over the place out here.
I am stuck here one or another, so might as well make the most of it, right? This is what Dad wanted. No point in making everyone, myself included, miserable. There’s so much to do and see out here, so I’m just going to take the bull by the horns and work through it. My worries can come later, but right now I’m just going to enjoy the place where I can.
These people have done nothing but try to help, so why be such a bitch to them? I’m going to actively try to do better. There’s no need to act like this.
I will do better.
I will do better.