Taryn:
Brantley's been gone less than 12 hours, and I'm wandering around my apartment like a lost pup when I should be writing for the album. What I want to know, is how you go from being thick as thieves, to rarely seeing someone, then feeling like you can't live without them, in less than 48 hours??? I've never been the clingy girl who needs her ol man 24/7. I was the girl who wanted her space; my me time and my girl time are a must. I mean I went 3 years without seeing him on a regular basis thanks to Amber, and now I'm pittiful. The jackass at the club has me on edge so that's probably why I'm super needy right now. What I need to do is sit in my bedroom window book nook and write. That will take my mind off things until B calls. He said they should be to a hotel in Mississippi for the night by 6. None of them like or want to ride at night. That gives me 3 hours to settle in and write.
Hot chocolate in hand, I settle in with my favorite note book and try to think. Most of the album is party songs. I need to mix it up. Free writing about my current situation or interest has always helped before. So what's new: Brantley, awesome sex, pissing Amber off, jack ass at the club, being scared, feeling safe when he's here. He's not here. 😓... But he will be back. And I'll welcome him home properly. Remind him who he belongs to now😉That's it.... Remind Him who he's got Now. It took me a good two hours to bust the song out. The last verse wouldn't come to me and my butt muscles were starting to cramp, so I stood up to stretch. That's when I noticed a strange car parked across the street. Wouldn't have been a big deal if someone wasn't sitting in it. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I nearly fell over when my phone rang. I don't answer calls from numbers I don't know, so I sent it to voice mail. That's when I got the txt that threw me into a panic.
It's rude not to answer when someone calls you beautiful. You were already rude to me at the club. Then you ran to that ape. You look damn sexy in that purple tank top.....
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I called Brantley. The car pulled away just as he answered. "Someone misses me alre ....". "Brantley he was outside. The ass hat from the club. He was outside my apartment watching me. He called me, and then he texted when I didn't answer. B, he knows where I live."
"Motherfucker... Lock the door and windows. Keep my 9mm on you until I get there. My buddy Max will be there in 30 minutes. I'll call so you know to answer the door. In the meantime, call the goddamn sheriff and tell them a strange car was parked outside. We can go file a report with the call logs and text after I get back. You are not to leave that apartment without me. Not a single pink painted toe outside that door. You understand me? I refuse to lose you. If that fucker shows up, you listen to Max. If something goes sideways, you empty that fuckin clip. Just like I taught ya Baby. Shoot first, ask questions later. I can't talk and ride girl, I'm comin home." He growled. "Ok Brantley." "And Taryn.... I love you Baby Girl. You stay safe for me, alright? This ol boy can't stay sane without ya."
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Bullet In A Bonfire
FanfictionCollaboration with @sweetbratt Brantley Gilbert. Taryn 'Baby Girl' Williams. Best friends. Ride or die. Bonnie and Clyde. Brantley and Baby go way back. While working on their current shared album, a His & Hers double disc record, tensions soar as t...