Brantley's POV
On my way home I can't stop thinking about what Brad said. Am I falling for Snow? No, I can't be. Can I? I mean if one day she just wasn't here I would sure as hell miss her but how would I miss her? Would I miss her as a friend or.... something else? I can't seriously be wondering this. What the fuck would we even be if we were really together? She would be in collage doing all the collage shit and I would on tour or something doing real world shit. How would that even work? It wouldn't, that's the fact and that's why we're not really together and never will be. I doubt we could even like each other like that. She's still a kid, and I'm a grown man. It wouldn't work even if I did feel that for her, which I don't. I can't.
When I get home Snow's laying face down on the couch and I can't help but chuckle at her. I lift her legs so I can sit down and lay them back down in my lap. "Cramps, baby?" I ask running my hand over her ass. She shakes her head no, confusing me. "Then what's wrong" I ask in a confused tone and she starts moving to a different position. She moves to where she's sitting right next to me and unlocks her phone then hands it to me. I look at the screen and see her Facebook messages. It's all different people calling her a whore, a slut, and a bitch with attachments to the picture and it's pissing me off. But my heart breaks when I see a message saying "I bet your mom tried to die because she knew her daughter was going to be a hoe". I drop her phone and pull her into a hug. She mumbles into my chest "I don't care if they call me a slut, or a whore, or a bitch but you don't bring my family into it". I completely get where she's coming from but I doubt that she's completely unfazed by everything people said about her. "God, I can't even remember her yet I feel like I disappointed her" she sighs and I quickly pull away. "Listen to me, you did not disappoint her. You have no idea how proud she was to have her amazing little Snow. Me and your momma were really close and I'll always remember how much she loved you and would talk about when you got older that no matter what you did she would be proud of you" I reassure Snow and smiles at what I told her about Emily. "Brantley, can you do something for me" she asks, looking up at me shyly. "Whatever you want" I smile down at her. "I used to always ask dad about momma but he would never tell me about her. To painful to talk about I guess. But it sounds like you knew a lot about her so..." She trails off looking up at me with questioning eye's. "You want me to tell you about your momma" I ask her, smiling and she nods. "Well first off, you look just like her. She had red curly hair and your both sassy asses" I say patting her ass and she giggles. "Did she give me these damn freckles cause if so I've got a bone to pick" she asks and I just chuckle. "That's what I'm talking bout, you sassy ass. And you got those from Jonny, they actually look cute on you, he just looks weird" I say and she laughs. "Your so right" she says reaching for her phone but I grab it before she can. I ask her "Does Facebook mean a lot to you" and she shrugs her shoulder's and says "not really". I hand her phone to her and she looks up to me "Unlock it and hand it back" I order her and she does what I say. I deactivate her account and smile. I pull her into my side and kiss her "No one calls my woman a slut" "what?" Snow ask in a surprised tone. "What" I ask confused. "You called me your woman" she says and I realize I did but... "No I didn't" I deny what she's saying. "Yeah you did" she laughs at me and I say "No I didn't". She looks at me skeptical and says "just admit you fucked up" and pokes me in the chest. I throw my head back and sigh heavily. "Fine, I might have called you my *cough* woman" I cough trying to halfass admit what I called her. "I can't here you" she teases turning her ears towards me. "I might have called you my *cough* woman". She groans and stands up. She stands in front of me and crawls into my lap holding my wrists to the back of the couch. "Say it" she orders me and I growl, accerting my dominance. "grrrrrrr" she fake growls at me and I just smirk at her. "what am I again?" she asks smirking, having no idea that I've really got the upper hand. I flip us over, pinning her to the couch. "Your my little fuck toy"
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Innocent (Brantley Gilbert)
Fanfic"There's a difference between respect and fear" the scared sound of a girl is what started it all. Never in my life did I think ol' Jonny Guffet would hit a woman much less his own daughter. But when I visit an old friend and find his daughter cryin...
