Thunder In the Rain ~ Kane Brown Love Story Sequel

Georgia Runaway

*Sawyer's POV*

The sound of the water was loud but calming as I leaned over the tub, scrubbing my hair. I squeezed my eyes closed as I reflected on the past few hours after I left New York.

My driver had taken me to the airport where I bought a one way ticket to Atlanta, Georgia. As I sat in the terminal, waiting for my flight to be called, I pulled out my phone. My finger hovered over Kane's number, nearly pressing down to call. I quickly scrolled on and dialed my dad's number.

"Hey Sawyer!" Dad answered, sounding happy.

"Dad..." I had whimpered, fighting back the tears.

We spent twenty minutes on the phone, going over what had happened and telling him that I needed him to pick me up from the airport when I landed. He had been there and held me tightly in his arms as I cried. When we got in the truck, there was a bag on my seat. Opening it, Dad had bought me color dye stripper for my hair. We had gotten home well after the sun had risen and I felt drained as I had been up well over 24 hours. He went to cook breakfast while I scrubbed my hair, using the whole bottle.

Looking in the mirror after, I felt a small smile as it had done it's job well, leaving behind no traces of the sickly platinum blonde look that I had come to hate. With my hair still damp, I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, setting the table. Dad turned to my and kissed my forehead before dishing out breakfast and sitting to eat. 

"In my opinion, I always liked the red better." He smirked and took another bite.

"Me too." I said, "So I was thinking that we could use some of my money from modeling to fix up some of the equipment before harvest and - "

"Now hold on there. That's your hard earned money. We're doin' just fine here." He said

"It's hardly hard earned." I rolled my eyes, "An' I don't think duct tape is going to hold the valves on."

The rest of the meal was silent. Dad was looking at me as I kept my head down, pushing around my hash browns and egg. I wasn't that hungry after last night. The television in the living room was on and I heard Kane's name. Both dad and I turned to look at it. There was a video of me walking into the building. I hardly recognized myself in that outfit and platinum blonde hair. It was like a whole other Sawyer Michigan. 

They switched to pictures of Kane and I in the restaurant. I hadn't noticed any photographers. They flashed the picture of Kane down on his knee and holding the ring. I never even took a good look at it... Then switched to a video of me running back out of the doors and climbing into a taxi.

I pushed back from the table and walked upstairs to my room, slamming the door shut with my dad calling after me.

*Kane's POV*

I walked up the familiar flights of stairs, hearing music blasting. I knew she wouldn't be behind the door this time but her team would be as they worked on finishing the project that she had been working on. I took a deep breath. Ok. Time to get down to the bottom of this and to get a little angry.

I flung the door open wide and held myself up to my full height, knowing just how big I was. Everyone stopped and turned to look at me. The photographer yelled at his models for messing up his shot. I pressed the button on his speaker system, turning it off. He whipped around, anger evident on his face, but pales as he comes face-to-face with me.

"I need a word with Sawyer Michigan's stylist and manager. Everyone else is dismissed for lunch." I crossed my arms.

"Oh no they're not!" The photographer argued and I looked at him. "Lunch sounds good." He corrected

 Everyone else left the studio as the other two came forward. The stylist looking colorless while her manager's face attempted to remain calm, almost bored looking. The stylist was the smarter of the two. You don't mess with my Sawyer and not have to answer for it. I made both of them sit on the couch that Sawyer and I had previously had lunch on whenever I came and visited her. I stood in front of them, crossing my arms in front of me.

"Who made her change her hair?" I asked

"He was the one who dyed her hair." the manager waved off.

"Me! You're the one who told me that I was to dye it!" The stylist fiddled.

"She was more of an ideal model with her hair being the platinum blonde look anyway. And I was correct. Her popularity increased with the new changes." the manager said

"She's a person!" I felt my anger seethe.

"Who is losing me money by not being here. Where is she anyway?" the manager scrolled through their phone.

"Gone." I said firmly, causing them to both look up.

"Gone?" the stylist squeaked

"What do you mean by gone? I hope she knows that her contract states - "the manager started

"She's gone! I proposed last night an' she said no because y'all have been over workin' her! So she packed up an' left New York! It was your job as her manager to organize her schedule so she could rest too! An' your her stylist! Since when does wardrobe not listen to what their star says?" I looked between them.

"She either comes back or she'll be going to court over her not fulfilling her contract." the manager challenged.

"You wanna go to court, go ahead, but my team is gonna be on you for neglect!" I yelled.

Sawyer's manager backed down and sat back onto the couch. I looked between them and spun around on the heels of my boots, heading to the door. On my way out, I saw all the sets and makeup and dressing rooms. It broke my heart as I hoped that this place hadn't ruined Sawyer's love for photography, but it'd been such a long time since she took any photos herself. She had come back one night after work and had put her camera away. I hadn't seem her pull it out or take it with her to the studio since.

"Where are you going off to after talking to me like that?" her manager yelled

"To fix all of YOUR mistakes!" I threw over my shoulder.

My team would definitely be pressing charges.

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