Fire Meet Gasoline

she was crazy. . .

Ryann watched as her daughter Sara and her granddaughter Bristol stepped out of the car. Her granddaughter was an absolute gorgeous little girl. Long curly black hair and green eyes that would twinkle when she laughed.

Both girls got something of Ryann and something of Blake. Blake was Ryann's decreased husband, a true gem Blake was. Everyone loved him as they hated Ryann.

"Bristol dear, don't you miss your old grandma?" Ryann teased as the young girl made her way to hug her grandma.

"Yes," she paused nodding, "I do miss you grandma." Bristol replied, with a grin.

Ryann laughed touching her head lovingly. Sara's eyes connected with her mother's and something in Ryann stirred.

Something happened, and they needed to talk about it.

Ryann sent a knowingly look to Sara and looked down at Bristol.

"Honey, why don't you go out into the front yard and play? I have to talk to your mother." She nodded and quickly walked away.

Ryann let her gaze linger on Bristol until she was at the old oak tree; swinging on the tire swing.

She turned to her daughter Sara with a soft smile. Sara was resting on the porch swing, her elbows on her knees as her gaze was fixated on Ryann.

Ryann's smile instantly faded, "Okay, spill it. What did the dipshit do this time?" She growled, her hands forming in fists.

Silence came shortly after Ryann's first response, immediately making her pace back and forth, her temper rising as if she was a effervescent drink.

Ryann was known for having a short temper and making impulsive decisions. So when she ran into the house, slamming the porch screen door; practically breaking the hinges. Sara abruptly stood up following her crazy mother into the house.

As Sara walked to find her mother, her fingertips found the walls she remembered running past and through the house as a child, having her dad chase after her. She smiled at the memories before she heard the distinct sound of drawers slamming, and the sound of wreckage coming from the kitchen.

As she appeared in the door frame of the kitchen, she watched as her mother Ryann cursed under her breath and shrugged her shoulders before going for a spatula on the right side of the countertop.

Before Sara's mother made any rash decisions, she cleared her throat, raising a brow at the plastic spatula which was placed firmly in Ryann's hand.

"Well if you didn't take my chef's knife last month I wouldn't have to be using my spatula." Ryann said, placing a hand on her hip and pointing the spatula at a amused Sara.

Sara laughed, "I couldn't take the chance without fearing you would stab Mr. Grayson, or at least threatening too." She replied back

Ryann rolled her eyes, "That man just knows how to get on my nerves. Ever since High School, actually." She said confirmed thinking it over for a second.

Sara smiled at her mother, "You can't not love him, mom. He's hilarious and he's dad's best friend." She pointed out to her mother.

Ryann shrugged, "Yeah I guess you're right, that goofball will always have a place in my black heart." She chuckled to herself.

Sara moved forward till she was standing beside her mom. "Why do you need the spatula anyway?" She questioned, swiftly taking the spatula from Ryann'd hand and placing it in a drawer.

"To kill your dipshit of a husband, that's why." She replied rolling her eyes like it was obvious.

There was another long silence that pasted throughout the kitchen.

"I don't know what I did wrong Mom." Sara said feeling her eyes water.

Ryann turned to look at her daughter. Sara was gullible and innocent, she was just like her dad.

Sara thought so low of herself, she didn't have the confidence like her mother did when she was young. And it killed Ryann. She watched her husband go though these heavy insecurities, thinking so low of yourself when you could just light up the room with just a smile.

"Honey, you're beautiful. Inside and out, divorce the son of bitch." She said making Sara laugh.

Sara nodded "I already filed the divorce papers Ma." She replied thinking of how happy she'll be when she's finally done with the marriage.

Sara's eyes wandered around the kitchen till they landed on the clock, and she about almost knocked over mom.

"I need to go, I have a plane to catch." She yelled as she ran out the house, Ryann following.

Bristol's eyes snapped towards her mother as she opened the truck and took out Bristol's suitcases.

"Mom?" Bristol called out running toward her mother and away from the swing she was just at.

Sara gave her a long warm hug before she waved to her mother Ryann before getting into the car and driving off to the airport.

Bristol jumped when she heard her grandmother.

"That was fast." She commented, but Bristol just shrugged in response. Her mom was a little distracted from what she could tell, so she let it slide.

Ryann put a hand on Bristol's shoulder, "Let's go inside."

With a nod Bristol followed her grandmother into the house.

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I'M SO EXCITED FOR NEXT CHAPTER.

IT GET'S INTERESTING.