Coming back from Juvie was not how she expected it to go. Caroline Delta Grant spent the last eight years in juvie for something she never did. Her town and peers won't let her live it down until one event that takes place in their small town in sou...
Don't tear me down for all I need Make my heart a better place Give me something I can believe Don't tear me down You've opened the door now, don't let it close
*unedited*
Caroline's POV
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The patio, garden, basically the whole backyard is filled with the townspeople. I make my way outside. The cool July wind blows through my loose blonde curls. A server walks in front of me and stops. I look down at the tray and grab a flute of champagne. The server walks away. I take a sip of the drink and make my way through the crowd.
Someone taps on my shoulder and I turn around to see Atticus and Amelia Baker. I lightly smile and take in their appearance. Atticus, Beau's dad, is in a black button-up shirt while Amelia, Beau's mom, is in a purple sundress. She's a simple lady.
"Hell, Caroline, how are you?" I smile.
"I'm doing just fine, Amelia." She smiles at me. I shift my weight off my bruised left leg making Atticus frown at me.
"What's wrong with your leg?" I look down and then at Atticus.
"A horse stepped on me and my legs bruised pretty bad." He nods. I feel a hand snake around my waist. I look over and see Greer. I smile at him then look back at the Bakers.
"I see you two are still going strong." I nod at Amelia. "I remember when you two were smaller running around on the plantations gettin' in trouble."
Amelia laughs. I lightly smile as Greer rubs my visible skin on my back. "We will see you two later."
We both nod at them as they walk away. I stand in front of Greer and look up at him. I take a sip of my drink. "When was the last time you had a drink?"
"The night you moved me into the driver's seat of your truck." He frowns.
"Sorry." Greer looks at my scar and slowly puts his hand to it. He runs his fingers along it. "I young and dumb and I had one more chance to get my shit right."
"We all did." He nods and moves his hand away.
Mississippi In July by Charlie Worsham starts playing and I lightly smile to myself. Greer sticks his hand out and I take it. He guides me to the dance floor and I set my glass on a table. We start dancing around and I lay my head on his chest. I close my eyes and murmur the song lyrics.
"These delta roads, everyone I know
By the cotton fields and railroad tracks.It's more than just the heat, most folksWho would get the chance to leave but don't come back.Last time I thought about you in a wedding dressI would've been holding your hand.But at seventeen you promise thingsThat you don't really understand..."
