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"I'M NOT FUCKING TALKING TO HIM!"
I was pissed beyond belief that Luke would call Brantley, and tell him for us to get our shit straight.
I wasn't ready to talk to him. Hell I wasn't ready to face him. The wound was still fresh, and I was drowning myself in the alcohol to dull the memory.
I knew from the past it wasn't gonna work, but I could always hold out hope that It would.
And so I was throwing a fit, at thirty years old, about having to talk to him about it.
"You two need to straight everything out because I won't loose you in that bottle again Carter Mae!"Luke yelled, and I growled, "It's my own fucking life!"
The front door opening stopped us, and I scrambled to go upstairs, only for Cole to pick me up, "Colden Swindell Put me the fuck down!"
I was placed on the couch, and Caroline looked at me, "You call me in the morning, before I track your ass down."
And with that, Her, Luke, and Cole left my house, leaving me alone with Brantley, both of us holding a harsh glare.
"Why the bottle Carter?"Brantley started and I rolled my eyes, "Why the cheating Brantley?"
"God damn you Carter Mae!" Brantley roars, standing up, making me flinch a bit before looking at me, "She fucking kissed me!"
"Bull fucking shit Brantley Keith!"I yell, and anger was radiating off of the two of us, "You promised not be like John and the next thing I know your locking lips with that skank!"
"You really think I'm like John?!" Brantley questions, and I nod, "Have I ever laid I hand on you?"
"No.."I mumble, looking down a bit, as he continues to pace the floor.
"I have NEVER been bad to you! Carter the night you broke it off I was going to ask you to be my wife."Brantleys voice started to get lower and I let out a shaky sigh, "I just don't want to get burned again."
"You won't baby."Brantley cupped my face in his hands, before gently pressing his lips against mine.
