“Thank you, Brantley. Thank you for letting me cry on you, and letting me get that out.” I say wanting to smile and the supposed “bad boy” hugs me tightly. “Anything for an angel like you, baby girl. Here give me your phone,” I pull my phone outta my pocket and hand it to him. He turns it on and smiles at the lock screen of Daddy, Uncle Jason and I with my giant 16 point. He unlocks it and the background is BK and I laughing together. He opens my contacts and outs a number into it and takes a picture of us so my bruise doesn’t show; he sets it as his contact picture and hands my phone back to me. “You call me at that number if you ever need anything. I got your back, Angel. Now you wanna sing for me some more?” He asks in his sexy southern accent. “Sure, what song do you wanna hear?” I ask, singing is my escape, but I don’t want to be a professional like daddy. “Do you know anything from Halfway to Heaven?” Brantley asks, and I have to try hard so a grin doesn’t appear on my lips. “I know them all by heart. You are one of my favorite artists. I got one in mind now.” I play the first few cords on my guitar and then I start to sing
“Look at them boys in the back of that truck
Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts
Out ridin' around like they own this town
That racket turned all the way up
It's too early for school to let out
and the Pastor's boy just threw a cigarette out
I sure hope there ain't beer in them cups
'Cause our star quarterback's turnin' them up
Them boys don't know one thing about life
True love or trouble, struggle or strife
They think it's all just fun and games
Like laws and rules or balls and chains
Treatin' little girls like hearts don't break
Treatin' old men like hands don't shake
I pray it's just a phase they're goin' through
Yeah but what are we gonna do with them boys
I heard ol' Franks grandson got caught
With a case full of beer that Smith boy bought
Y'all didn't hear all of this from me
But I heard they got it with a fake i.d.
YOU ARE READING
Cop car
FanficKate Bryan is a girl who makes mistakes, a whole lot of them. She falls too fast, but she never ever quite lets go of past.
