The Troublemaking Intruder

Desperate Times Calls For Desperate Measures

Miranda's pov

Dallas and I went to a movie and after that we were leaning against his truck, making out, my arms around his neck. He slowly slipped my shirt up a little. I laugh in our kiss and hold it down as he opens the door. I climb in and he climbs in after.

Jason's pov

I might be making a mistake doing this but if it gets me my girl back, I'll do it. I drunkenly set up my rifle and get in position, making sure my scope is on. "Say goodnight, Dallas Davidson." I whisper, aiming. "What in God's name are you doing?" I scream in surprise and misfire. They both sit up. "Who the- Oh hey B. What's up?" "What are you doing?!" "Getting my girl back the only way I know how." "By killin' him?!" He shouts. "That's what you said to do!" I gripe, turning around to talk to him. "As a last resort! Are you stupid man?!" I sigh. "I'm a lot of things man. Stupid, drunk, miserable, Dependant on alcohol. The only thing that'll fix it is getting my girl back!" He sighs and takes the rifle. "You aren't killing him." I glare at the ground. He rakes a hand through his hair. "What do we do instead?" His eyes go wide. "What?" He stays silent staring wide eyed behind me. "B, what's wrong?" He points behind me and I turn around in time to get hit in the face with a baseball bat. I fall on my back, pain shooting through me. "W-Who?" Dallas. He grabs my shoulder. "You're comin' with me." He growls, forcing me to stand up. "Drop the cowboy." Brantley growls back raising the rifle. Suddenly Dallas puts a pistol to my head, making fear course through me. "I-I'll g-go j-just don't shoot!" I shout, throwing my hands in the air, fearfully. "You tried to kill me!" He shouts. Brantley cocks the gun. "B, lower the gun. I'll go." I shakily say, staring hard at him as he stares back shocked. "Y-You can't be serious!" He cries. "I am B. If I don't make it back, take care of my girls." He nods staring at me horrified.

Miranda's pov

Dallas comes back and throws Jason to the ground. He's half drunk. "What is going on?" I ask, worried. He wasn't the one who shot at us, was he? "J-Jason..... D-Did you.... Fire that shot?" I whimper, shocked. He stands up and stumbles a little but gains his footing. "Yes." He says, bowing his head. "No!" I gasp, covering my mouth horrified. "You son of a bitch!" Dallas growls through grit teeth as he punches him in the face. He falls to the ground caught off guard. "You tried to kill me!" "I had to! She doesn't belong with you! She's my girl!" Jason yells, standing back up. He swings a fist but is too drunk to really do anything as Dallas punches him in the stomach. He throws him against the truck and I scream. He makes a painful groaning sound. "Please hun I-" He punches him in the face again. "I'll stop drinking! You have to come back! I've fallen apart without you!" He punches him in the stomach again and he doubles over. Dallas throws him to the ground and he can't get up. "Stop!" He gasps. He coughs painfully. He readies his fist to hit him again. "Dallas stop!" I say, standing up. I walk over to the bleeding barely conscious cowboy. I get on my knees beside him, tears falling from my eyes as well as his. He lifts a shaking hand to my cheek. "Please.... Forgive..... Me... I'll do..... Anything to be your man again." He's got cuts and a busted lip, his nose is bleeding. I wipe the tears from my eyes. "Why can't you get over me?" I whimper, resting a hand overtop of his. He coughs again and smiles. "Because I love you. Not him. Me. I love you so much baby girl. I'll go to the ends of the earth to see you happy again." "If you wanna see me happy, you'll leave me alone." "Baby please d-don't say that.... I can't live without you...... I need you." He strugglingly sits up. "You look me in the eyes and say you don't love me anymore and I'll leave and never bother you again." I glance at Dallas who crosses his arms. "I can't." I whisper. Dallas's eyes go wide. "I can't say that, Jason." I turn back to the man who stole my heart. "Because I do love you." He wipes his sleeve across his eyes. "Please.... Baby come back.... I'll change." He whispers, wiping the tear off my cheek. I bite my lip unsure. "You'll stop drinking?" I ask. "Every drop. I'll pour the moonshine out. I'll throw the beer away, I'll drain the whiskey and vodka.... If you promise to come home. Please baby!" "Ok." He hugs me tight.

*later*

Jason's pov

Brantley is shocked that I'm actually going through with this. "B, she matters more to me than any alcohol. More than any high. I need her. And if getting rid of the alcohol will bring her back I'll do it." There's a knock at the door. Brantley and Justin stay in the kitchen. I set down the towel I had pressed to my lip then I open the door. Huh? "Who are you?" "My name's Luke. You attempted to kill my songwriter." Crud. "Dude, he already beat the shit outta me, can't we just forget about it." "No. You took his girl too." I roll my eyes and close the door in his face then I lock it and walk back to the kitchen. "Who was it?" Justin asks. "I don't know, some friend of Dallas's. Called himself Luke." I say, shrugging. There's another knock. "God, I hope that's her." I get up again and open the door. I smile seeing my beautiful girl. I hug her tight. "I missed you so much." Just then the girls run downstairs. "Mrs. Miranda!" Kendyl gasps, running into her arms. She laughs, covering up crying and hugs them both. "Told ya they missed ya." She smiles. "I missed them too." I grab her hand and pull her to the kitchen. Brantley and Justin still sit at the table. B stands up. "We'll still be friends, right?" I ask worriedly. He smiles and hugs me. "We're more than just friends. We're brothers." I'm shocked but I hug my buddy back. They leave and I open the fridge, fighting back the waves of nausea that are bound to strike me. "You're really doing this?" She gasps. I smile and turn around. "I'd do anything for you, baby girl." I grab a mason jar filled with moonshine. Ok here goes. I hold it over the sink. "Come on just do it." I whisper. She rests a hand on my shoulder. "I-I don't know if I can do it." She smiles and covers her hand over mine then gently tilts it forward. I close my eyes and hear it go down the drain. I glance in the fridge afterwards. "One down. 25 more to go." I say, sighing. She hugs me. "I'm so proud of you. And after we finish this, I'll help you get through the withdrawals." I force a tired sad smile. "Thanks baby girl."