Bullet In A Bonfire

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sweetbratt

Taryn:

Breathing wasn't even possible until Brantley came back in my apartment. And there was no way I was leaving his side. I jummped every time my cell phone beeped so B sent a mass text to our Mama's and a few friends telling them what happened, and that we were all fine. I jumped again when he smashed my phone with his foot. "We'll be gettin you a new one after we talk to the sheriff tomorrow."

Max was sweet enough to keep watch outside the rest of the night. I need to see what B thinks we should get him as a thank you while we're out tomorrow. We didn't fall asleep until after 2a.m. The slightest noise scared the living hell out of me. "Taryn...." B's groggy sleep deprived voice was rough and soothing all at the same time. "Ya gotta sleep darlin. I'm right here baby girl. Just rest." Sleep finally came after B rubbed my lower back and hummed parts of Tried to Tell Ya.

We made it to the sheriff's department right when they were unlocking the office doors at 8a.m. Everything went pretty smoothly while the sheriff himself took my statement. His response after is what caused the shit to hit the fan. I'm pretty sure everyone in the building heard Brantley yelling. "What the fuck do you mean there's nothing that can be done? We got the bastard on video hitting her! Statute of limitations my ass! All that restraining order is, is a piece of paper. That won't keep my girl safe from that lunatic! No, ya know what.... Fuck it. If y'all won't handle it I guess I'm just gonna have to do your job for you." "Now Brantley, son, thats not how we do things. You need to just calm down. I understand your anger, but ya can't just shoot someone." The poor sheriff was trying to be calm. Just doing his job. But it wasn't working. B just puffed up more. "So first ya tell me ya can't keep her safe. And then you think you can tell me that I can't? Oh hell no. Fuck you and that piece of crap toy badge you wanna hide behind." The last part did it. The sheriff lost it. "Sounds like you need some time in a cell to cool off and level out that hot head boy. And since you threatened to shoot someone I can legally do just that. Hank! Lock him up for 24 hours." I was numb I couldn't move. I can't go without him for 24 hours with all this horse shit going on.
"Stop crying baby girl and call Mama. She'll know where to take ya to keep you safe. I'll be home before ya know it. 24 ain't nothing." The last thing I remember is him kissing me. I don't even know who called Ms Becky or where she took me.