You Need the Darkness to See the Stars.

Scars On My Knuckles- PART 1

MacKenzie's POV

Georgia was really starting to grow on me. Aside from Brantley's family taking me and being so sweet, I wasn't looking over my shoulder anymore. It felt great. I was back to my old self. Rachel even came out to visit which was nice because making friends in Georgia was hard. Especially because I was suppose to be hiding out. Brantley was getting ready to start his summer tour. And I was going to head back up to Nashville to finish my album.

Right now Brantley and I were in a stand off. He wasn't very receptive about me going back to Nashville. He wanted me out on the road with him. But we both knew there was just no way. And I wasn't about to spread myself too thin. And like I said, I was trying to finish this album. With that came interviews, photo shoots, talk shows and so on. I couldn't very well do all of these things from the comfort of my hide way in Georgia.

"Babe, what do you expect me to do? We knew this was coming. We've been anticipating it since before we came out here. I already agreed to meet you on the road. But I still have to do all these things." I said trying to reason with his stubborn ass.

"Then take PJ with you." Brantley spoke.

"NO! He's head of your security....you need him with you." I spoke shaking my head.

"Well I'm not just sending you back to Nashville alone! That would be about the dumbest thing I could ever do!"

"Nothing is going to happen! If something was, don't you think it would've happened by now?!" I raised my voice. I was irritated by this point. Our conversation was quickly turning into a confrontation.

"If you really think that Kenzie then you're being naive!" Brantley spoke. I gawked at his response.

"There's a difference between being naive and not letting fear drive your life...." I yelled. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the truck keys off the key rack. "You can't be with me all of the time protecting me. I can take care of myself. Brantley, I won't live my life in fear....and you shouldn't either." I spoke before walking out of the house and getting in the truck.

"Kenzie, where are you going?" Brantley asked.

"Anywhere but these four fucking walls." I said before pulling out of the drive way, speeding off down the road. I found myself at the local bar, we had passed it so many times. I got out of the truck and walked in. Making myself comfortable at the end of the bar.

"What can I get for you sweetheart?" The old bartender asked, walking up to me.

"Whiskey on the rocks." I spoke. He poured me my drink and I threw it back. "Keep them coming." I said tossing a large bill on the counter. He nodded. "Thank you." I smiled.

"Rough day?" The bar-keep asked.

"You could say that." I spoke. Taking the drink he just poured for me.

"Well I hope things look up for you. Let me know if you need anything else darling." He smiled and walked away to tend other customers.

I had spent the last two hours getting hammered. I had just tossed the rest of my drink back, sliding the glass forward calling the bar tender for another one when someone walked up to me.

"Aren't you MacKenzie James..?" I heard, I turned my head slightly to meet the eyes of a young woman.

"Sure am!" I slurred.

"You're dating Brantley Gilbert right?" She asked.

"Amber, leave the poor girl alone." The bar tender spoke. Pouring me another drink.

"OHHHHH....you're Amber!" I slurred turning to get a good look at this girl. I chuckled. What were the odds of this happening. I sipped my drink.

"Well if you're here drinking your sorrows away you must not be with him anymore..." She spoke.

"I don't think it's any of your fucking business what I'm doing here. You certainly don't have a right to know anything about him or his life. You lost that privilege when your pussy started getting more business than a Starbucks drive thru." I said turning back to my drink.

"Excuse me?" Amber gasped.

"Did I fucking stutter?" I said turning to her. She drew her arm back and slapped the shit out of me. HARD! The whole bar fell silent. I started chuckling, I threw the rest of my drink back. I reached in my pocket pulling out some cash and tossed another bill down. The bar still silent, watching intently, waiting to see this drama unfold.

"You've got some fucking nerve, don't you? Walking in here, coming up to me acting like I did something wrong for sitting here. Like you still have some claim on that man. But you don't. Just like you don't know who the fuck you're messing with." I said standing up and getting in her face. "I'll let you have that one. But if you know what's good for you, you'll do the one of the few things you're good at...and walk away." I stood my ground. I was waiting for her dumb ass to take another shot at me. Hell, in my head I was begging for her to do it.

"I'll be back, you can count on that. I'm his drug, and he's addicted. We always find our way back to each other. It's only a matter of time. You're just there to keep my side of the bed warm." She gave me the smuggest grin. And I lost it. I bitch slapped her. Causing her to stumble back. She steadied herself then lunged at me. Knocking us both to the floor. She got a couple punches in before I was able to get the upper hand. I got a couple punches in myself, before getting pulled off of her.

"He will never love you like he loves me." Amber spoke with a smile. Blood dripping from her nose. I was fighting to get out of the death grip I was wrapped in. "You'll see, when he gets tired of you, he'll come back. He always does." She said with a malicious grin on face. I finally broke free from vice holding me, able to get in a couple more blows before John Law came in and broke us up. It wasn't long before I found myself sitting in the back of a cop car, hands cuffed behind my back. Amber sitting in another squad car next to me.

By the time the adrenaline wore off, I was done being processed and sitting in an old jail cell. I didn't even bother to use my one phone call to call Brantley. I called Rachel. I didn't care if that meant that I was stuck here for the rest of the night. I just wanted to go back to Nashville. Aside from all the crap Brantley and I were arguing about now I had to worry if this bitch was being serious or not. And I wasn't about to change my mind and go on tour with him because of this bitch either. I trusted Brantley, it's Amber I didn't trust. And as for Nashville, I'd spend more time at the studio rather than at home so Charlie wouldn't be able to try shit.

I was sitting with my head in my hands. I let out a shaky sigh.

"What are you going to do MacKenzie Rae?" I asked myself.

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