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Part 9

AUTHORS NOTE: Kenny is the boy that Kate cheated on Sam with and this is talked about in two chapters. He means a lot to her and you will see that as the chapter goes on. He will become an essential character in the story, so please enjoy him :)

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I only remember glimpses crawling in Jason's truck and crying myself to sleep on his couch. I hardly remember crying into his fatherly arms about how Brian broke my heart. The thing I do remember clearly is the soft words that he whispered in my ear.

"He is only a boy, baby girl. Not your prince charming, but just a boy who doesn't know about you and the hell that you have been through. He is a young and used your vulnerability to his own gain and you are so much better off without him. No man worth your time calls you useless and no man worth your time will ever make you feel as if you aren't enough. You're a blessing, the greatest thing that some man will ever have in his life, baby doll."

Those words ring in my head when I wake up, curled in a small ball in one of many guest bedrooms in Jason's house. The room has two beds and the covers in the one next to me has covers that are messed up and I see a tanned arm with familiar tattoos amongst the white sheets. I smile at the fact that he stayed in the room to make sure that I am okay. I get up from the bed, placing a hand on my forehead as if it would eliminate the pounding in my head. I gather my brown waves into a messy bun on the top of my head and I sigh in relief at the sight of the painkillers sitting at my bedside with a Gatorade bottle. I gulp down the pills with ease and carry the bottle with me as I wander into the kitchen. I am ferociously hungry and I dig through Jason's fridge to find something to make for breakfast. I break eggs and fry them the way that he likes them. I also put a pan of bacon in the oven, knowing that it would entice him to come eat some food. I am preparing a plate for Jason when he ambles into the room and a grin finds its way on his face when he sees me. He hugs me tightly as I place his plate on the placemat in front of him and I find myself not wanting him to let go. He is an anchor for me and has been for as long as I can remember. I let him eat as I curl up on the leather coach, Waylon curling up on the floor below me. I turn on the tv and watch it mindlessly. I waste a majority of the day doing that, only leaving the coach to feed my horses. I continued that cycle a number of days, only leaving the house to spend time riding my horses and then go back to mope around. My father's entire three trip past that way and I soon find myself at home again. I know as the weeks start to pass my father and mother notice Brian's absence in my life lately and the way that I haven't left that house often. But neither of them ask about him and I know my dad is secretly pleased Brian isn't in my life.

I wrinkle my nose as I stare at the disarray of my room and I reluctantly begin to place my cluttered belongings back in their places. I listen to the radio as I work, singing along softly to the country music, smiling as I hear my dad's song come on.

"Next up we are going to talk to country's hottest duo, Florida Georgia Line. We are so excited to hear about what is going our with Brian and Tyler's lives and music!" The radio host announces, and I feel the smile practically fall off my face as I hear his words. I walk over to the radio to shut it off, but I hesitate. I find myself eager to hear Brian's voice for the first time in over a month. I despised myself in that very moment at the fact I still want him despite the way that he hurt me and the way that he treated me. I want to turn the radio off, but then I hear his voice and I freeze. He sounds so incredibly content as he answers questions with ease in a way that few  are capable of. It is a skill I myself envy at times. They continue talking and his laughter brings a smile to my face as they joke. My whole body tenses at the words that come from my speakers.