The Good, The Bad, and The Country

Confrontation and Confession

"Watch out. You've got company headed for you-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence when that damn screech sounded out.

"FOSTERRRRR!"

I wanted to plug my ears so I wouldn't have to hear that annoying ass voice, but I didn't.

"Baby, where have you been?! I've been looking everywhere for you! I miss you!" She pouted at him, trying to wrap her arms around him but Foster quickly dodged her, leaving her to wrap her arms around empty air.

"I ain't your baby. I've told you that before. I'm not with you and I never will be with you," he said as he scooted closer to me, tightening his grasp on my hand as he slowly rubbed the back of my hand with the pad of his thumb.

I stayed quiet because I just wanted to watch how this all plays out and see his reaction and response to Backwoods Barbie, or Lola.

"But why not?!" She screamed, stamping her stripper heeled foot on the hardwood.

At her scream, everyone in the bar turned to look at her. Someone had even turned the music that had been playing loudly throughout the bar off, so everyone was now listening to what was going on.

"Because you don't mean anything to me. It was just a bit of fun. I told you that at the beginning. I wasn't interested in a relationship. Especially with you," Foster said bluntly.

"But you are now, though. We could be together, baby! I'll make you happy!" She said as she reached out and sensually rubbed his arm which he quickly jerked away from her.

"For the love of God, stop touching me! Me and you? Never going to happen!" Foster said louder to try and get her to understand.

She screamed so loud that I thought all of the bar windows were going to implode.

"AHHHH! WHYYYY?!"

"I'm with someone, Lola. Now back off, I know there's plenty of other guys that you could go be with," Foster said.

"You're not dating anyone! I would know! You're just trying to make me jealous!" She exclaimed.

"I am. I'm with my little Darlin', Eloise," he said as he looked at me and grinned, his eyes lighting up, probably looking the same as my own face looked.

He then leaned in and kissed me passionately, his hands coming up to wrap my hair around his fingers as our mouths opened for one another's tongues to glide into.

Catcalls and hoots sounded throughout the bar at our public display.

"Uhhh! She's such a whore!" She shrieked.

Oh no she just didn't.

Foster and I separated quickly. Just as I was about to give her a piece of my mind, Foster stood up quickly, causing the bar stool he had been sitting on to shoot back before tipping over and slamming down on the ground.

The look he was giving her could only be described as the look of death. His face was now dark and thunderous, his normally bright blue eyes were now dark and stormy as he towered over Backwoods Barbie as he looked down at her causing her to shrink under his intense stare. 

"You don't know anything about her, so don't act as you do. You're just jealous that I don't want you and that I found someone who means the world to me. You and I haven't fucked in months so don't even say how I just up and left you. Not like you even had room to say something like that because you were and are nothing but a quick fuck to not only me but to everyone else. No one wants to be with a girl who can't keep her legs closed," he growled out angrily.

"You don't mean that!" She cried out.

"Yes, I do. It's the damn truth, so accept it," he snapped.

"But baby I love you!" She exclaimed in what seemed like a last-ditch effort.

"I don't want your love so you can just take it and shove it up your ass!" The bar cheered at Foster's words while I just laughed like a maniac which she didn't like one bit.

Backwoods Barbie turned and looked at me and the girl that was with her, who hadn't paid too much mind to, spoke up in a voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

"Why are you laughing? You don't belong here. You should just leave. No one wants you here you ugly bitch," the girl snapped venomously.

I looked at Foster, who looked eternally pissed off, with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey, big fella, mind if I say something to the BB Squad?" I asked him.

He looked at me in confusion before it clicked in his mind what the BB Squad was and he nearly collapsed to the floor in laughter.

"Yes, I want to hear this. Everyone better quiet down because this is going to be good!"Foster yelled through his chuckled and the bar quieted in anticipation for what I was going to say.

I stood up from my barstool and slowly approached the duo, a smirk on the corners of my lips.

"WHat's the BB Squad?" Lola asked.

"Probably stands for Baddest Bitches Squad," the other girl said, and I eyed the dark-haired one for a moment when I remembered that Mrs. Graham had mentioned a Missy as one of Lola's friends that was always with her, just about.

"I know her name is Lola, and I'm pretty sure you're Missy," I said.

"Yes, which means you know how great we are," Missy said as they both tossed their obviously dyed hair over their shoulders.

"No. I heard that you two are the town skanks that open your legs for anything with a dick, regardless of age or relationship status," I said as they both huffed angrily while the bar patrons laughed. "I have something called self-respect which means that I get to know a guy before stripping or just plain throwing myself at them, regardless of whether they want me or not. I want to see if a guy likes me for me, or for just what my body has to offer."

"Oh shut up," Lola said.

"You look stupid," Missy added in.

"I think that all of those chemicals that are in those twenty pounds of makeup you each are wearing are seeping into tour brains and killing your brain cells. I'm going to say this one time, and one time only so you two better listen and listen good. In fact, I want everyone in this bar to be witnesses!" I called out as I looked around the bar where everyone let out shouts at being witnesses to whatever I had planned before I turned my attention back to the BB Squad. "I am nothing like either of you. I respect myself enough to not throw my body in front of anything that moves just to get some. I've never had a pregnancy scare, and the final, and by far most important thing is that I work for everything I want and don't expect to be handed anything mainly because I won't accept it.

"It feels good knowing that what you get has been earned through hard work and perseverance. Oh, and as for my relationship with Foster? I made him put in work to prove to me that he wanted me and only me. He is an amazing man who doesn't need little girls like you who only want him as a trophy. He's sweet, a true gentleman, and has a heart of gold. Yes, he is incredibly handsome which is a plus, but it wasn't just his looks that drew me in, but his actions, and we all know that actions speak louder than words ever will. He is also a tried and true family man which is something else that drew me in which I found out through his actions." I took a long, slow deep breath as I moved my eyes to lock on Foster's who were already on me, watching me intently as I spoke.

He walked closer to me and gently took a hold of my hand in his as I took another deep breath before letting go of what I was holding inside of me as I proceeded to confess my true feelings to him, in a bar full of people that he had grown up with and around.

"And that's also just one of the many reasons why I've fallen in love with him."