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I jog up the stairs (like always), when I turn the corner I hear the soft sound of a guitar, this makes me smile.
As I walk up the stairs, to the loft the music gets louder, and I hear a low hum. I smile, thinking back to the old times, when I turn the corner to see Uncle Peter.
I run up to him at the speed of light, and embrace him in a hug.
"Uncle Peter? That was beautiful! Could you play me our song?" I ask, sitting down across from him, already feeling tears welling up in my eyes, about to over flow.
"Sure, sweetheart," he says. Knowing this song brings back memories if my dad, he looks at me with sympathetic eyes.
"Don't you need your music?" I ask.
"Nope. I memorized this song...just for you." He says, as he starts playing the soft melody of 'My Little Girl' by Tim McGraw.
He starts singing, as his amazing voice erupts through the loft, so do my tears down my face. I start to hum along, but after a moment I have to stop because my sibs take over.
The memory's that I cling to with my life, start flooding through my mind. Mainly, my daddy and I in the living room when no body was home, when I was still little and innocent and didn't know the cruel ways if the world, slow dancing to this song, we used to practice, because this is the song I wanted to be played at my wedding for the father daughter dance, and we wanted it to be perfect.
Uncle Peter has stepped up, and sorta became a father figure to me sense my family got killed...I guess.
When the song is over, he says, "Come 'mer," patting the spot on the couch beside him.
I stand up, walking over to him. When I sit down he puts his arm around me, and I cuddle into the side of his body. He gives me a soft kiss on the forehead, and starts to hum again lightly.
"Uncle Peter?" I say, pulling myself closer to him.
"Yea, Dani?" He asks, looking at me.
"Thank you," I say simply.
"For what?" He asks, almost like he's confused.
"Everything," I say, yawning.
"I've barley done anything," he says, confused still.
"You've done more than you realize. So thank you," I say, closing my eyes, and starting to fall into a sleepy abyss.
He starts to protest, but I cut him off. "Shh!" I mutter, before I am pulled completely into a peaceful, blankness.
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You Don't Know Her Like I Do
FanfictionThis is a Brantley Gilbert fan fiction. Based around obviously BG, for those of you that love BG like me, know his song 'You Don't Know Here Like I Do', through out this story I will use lines from that song, and possibly from other songs. The main...
