Hell Rasin' Country Girl

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Zayn's hands trembled in the cold frosty air of the the Tetons Valley Mountains spreading from his beloved town of. Stillwater Tennesee on a September dawn as he fished through his pocket of the carhart jacket he was wearing for his keys to his 96' Ford F 150 c Fire Truck Rustic Red collectors pickup with extended bed and beautiful engine, the three inch lift he had added a few years back helped with ranching and good ole horsing around. Chilled to the bone from the fresh and crisp Teton air comjng in a downdraft off the mountains . Shaking from all the drinking he 'd done last night on an empty stomach didn't help much to dull the pain of losing what he had thought to be his soulmate at the young age of seventeen , all was taken away from him his father that asshole didn't know how to feel at all he took it out on his son. " His father had no reason to take it out on him, infact his father had two wonderful parents and a great childhood so why did he turn out to be such an ass ?"

Zayn MCcall wasn't much of a drinker until a few years ago, but the past year had been hell so Zayn decided to drown himself in the bottle. Whiskey was his poison a chill and a burn all at the same time gave some relief to the heartheart of an hole inside him. Once he jiggled the the key one last time in the frozen lock he heard the faintest "creak " his door was open. Time to wipe away the tears and cowboy up. Zayn hopped in the drivers seat cranked the radio up to ten and windows down drowning out the sorrows of last nights drinking. Scot Mcreery was singing songs of hope, love and regret opening Zayn's eyes to the real world after all his love life was turned around by some cold hearted murderer sweeping his soulmate into the deepths of death. A night Zayn would never forget no matter how many bottles of liquor he drowned himself in. That was just the cold hard truth.

The fog that covered the window was fading away, Zayn had gone to see his fiancee' at the cemetery to put flowers on her grave and talk about the past and the day in general. The love of his life was gone taken from a disturbed man whom had taken it upon himself to make Zayn's and his Fiancee' Lennox 's life hell. Every year from then on Zayn would spend the night at the local bar and buy a dozen roses get shitfaced drunk and drive out to her grave the 26th of Sept was Lennox's birthday and the day she had died. It had been a year since he felt the girl of his dreams in his arms drifting away as the bullet traveled through her gorgeous body. Until he suddenly felt her to go weak whispering their last words until she drifted off into a never ending sleep. Zayn held her and screamed until he was hoarse and his eyes stung as the breeze swept by him, caressing her face and saying goodbye.

Zayn blinked back tears of that terrible memory no use of revisting the past, nothing could change what happened. Zayn put his working gloves on after he rolled up the driveway of the ranch he had been living on his whole life. The Teton view was breath taking you could smell the fresh cut hay and grains growing in the fields outstretching into to the countryside.