Alright (a Brantley Gilbert love story)

Chapter 12- Heavy body... Broken hearts

Chapter 12

I went to the stage side, this was it I kept telling myself. I was about to preform three covers, and hope they like them. I was about to take the first step on stage when I heard B. "Baby!" He walked up to me and hugged me, whispered in my ear "you can do this", then let me go.

I walked up the steps, said a prayer, then came into the lights. They clapped, which made me more nervous. I got the Mike and talked to them for a second, then started the first song.

•Little Toy Guns•

They went crazy, and I felt like I could relax. I was glad, and by the smiles from B & the guys, I'd say they were too.

••Fight Song••

And finally my favorite one of mine to cover.

•••Somethin Bad•••

They went crazy and I felt like I could cry. I felt amazing on the stage, the lights, the crowed, it all felt right.

I climes down as B went on. I was going to go back to wardrobe and put my comfy clothes back on. As I walked into the room that bitch was still there along with her two friends now.

"Oh my gosh! That's her! See what I was saying! Like- gross!" They all laughed.

"No wonder the guys don't pay attention to her! She's like- fat!" They laughed again.

"Yeah," the last one said. "People said she's with Brantley, but she's not anywhere near his type. At least Jana was thin and pretty...this ones just ugly and fat. But makes for a good laugh though!"

I turned to leave, crying already, when I bumped into someone. "Sayre, are you okay? I heard what they said and-." It was Justin.

I know he was trying to help, but I couldn't help it. "I'm fine Justin!" I snapped at him. I pushed passed him and ran down the long empty hallway toward the exit. It was cold out, but I didn't care. I ran to Justin's bus and the door was locked. I took a Bobby pin from my head and picked it. I went up the steps, then closed the door again.

I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I sat for there for two hours, and I couldn't stop crying. I found his razors, and broke out one of the blades. Without a last thought...not thinking.... I drew up my selvage and started to cut. I was bleeding so much, but I felt better.

About thirty minutes after that there was a voice on the bus. I think it's Justin, but I'm shutting down from the large amount of blood loss. He rattled the door to the bathroom, knowing everyone else was outside.

Before I could stop it a noise escaped me, a whimpering of sorts. "Say?! Is that you?! Are...are you okay?"

"Help me J...." I never meant for me to die. I never wanted it to go that far. But sometimes things happen.

The door busted just as I slipped into the darkness, sirens buzzing in the distance. I got one last thing out, and that was it.

"I'm alright Brantley....."
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Brantley's POV

We'd all finished with the first night of the your. I was a little worried about why Sayre wasn't there. She seemed fine when she finished her set. I was looking for her when Cole came up and asked if I was down for circle time. Basically we all sit around a fire and talk while we have a beer or two after a show. I said sure an we went to the fire.

It was about an hour and a half latter that Madysen, who apparently Justin was 'committed' to called him. She and my Baby girl may be sisters...but they're nothing alike. He went to his bus to talk to her and to take a piss.

We had been sitting there a little while when we heard sirens. "What the hell are they after? Probably some stupid shit a drunk redneck got his self into." Chase said.

We all laughed, thinking they were cop cars. But then they came flying into our bus area. And they had an ambulance with them. We all stood up and looked. They headed onto Justin's bus. We shared glances and took off running toward the bus. We stopped probably ten feet from the door and waited. The door opened again and J came out, crying, an his shirt stained with a large amount of blood.

He walked up to us, and looked right at me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry B. I tried to save her. But there was too much blood. She...she was begging me to help her but I just couldn't." He released a loud sob and just kept saying sorry.

It didn't register with me who he was talking about. Who was he trying to save but couldn't? As we were trying to calm him down the EMT's pushed a gurney toward the bus. Then, like a bullet to the heart, one came off the bus with a white-faced and blue-lipped Sayre in this arms. Her head hung grossly backward, her arms limply swayed in the movement of her being carried. She looked so fragile. She looked dead.

"Justin! What happened to her!? Did someone get on your bus?! Who did that to her!? I'm gunna kill the bitch! I'll--" I was roaring, and didn't here him trying to stop me.

"BRANTLEY!" He yelled. "SHE did it. She cut herself with my razor in the bathroom. The door was locked, but I could hear her crying, asking for help. Calling out. When I got to her there was so much blood. She was slipping fast. She....she said 'I'm alright Brantley' and then that was it! Then she was gone!"

Gone.....she's gone...