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Blurb:
Tragedy befalls Melody and Jacob, forever changing their lives. Such young love, destroyed by pain and cruelty. Jacob tries to drown his anger in alcohol and singing, quickly climbing the Country charts. Melody struggles to recover from her accident, doubting herself and her relationships. Will fate bring them back together or will fame keep them apart?
Excerpt:
“I want a restraining order on my father. He’s the one who put me
here.” Detective Shelton’s eyebrows almost reach his hairline. He looks from me
to the pad, then back at me. Returning his eyes to the pad, he sits there,
silently reading it. After a few minutes, he looks back at me.
“So your father is the reason that you’re here? He assaulted you and the cops in Tennessee did nothing about it?”
“So your father is the reason that you’re here? He assaulted you and the cops in Tennessee did nothing about it?”
“I suppose they couldn’t, without me there to give a report. I
mean, I was there and there were witnesses, but without me, how can they have
anyone to press charges?” My throat is raw from speaking, but at least I’m able
to communicate better.
“You’re right. So you want to press charges now?” Nodding, I look down at my hands. I hate feeling like a piece of shit, as if I’m doing something wrong. But my father killed my child and I can’t let him get away with it. I have to do this.
“I want to make sure that while I’m here, and even after I get out of here that he doesn’t come near me. I’ve lost enough because of him.” Nodding, Detective Shelton glances over my writing again.
“Well, the good news is, you won’t have to fill out a report, I can use this. Let me ask you a question though. This Jacob Robertson. Is this the same one that’s singing for Buckin Bronco’s? Dale Jackson’s son?” I just look at him, as if trying to understand what he means.
“You’re right. So you want to press charges now?” Nodding, I look down at my hands. I hate feeling like a piece of shit, as if I’m doing something wrong. But my father killed my child and I can’t let him get away with it. I have to do this.
“I want to make sure that while I’m here, and even after I get out of here that he doesn’t come near me. I’ve lost enough because of him.” Nodding, Detective Shelton glances over my writing again.
“Well, the good news is, you won’t have to fill out a report, I can use this. Let me ask you a question though. This Jacob Robertson. Is this the same one that’s singing for Buckin Bronco’s? Dale Jackson’s son?” I just look at him, as if trying to understand what he means.
He must have understood my confusion. Pulling out his phone, he plays around for a few minutes. Sound comes from the phone, instantly I recognize Jacob’s voice.
There
was a darkness inside of me
Now
there’s light
Laying
there next to you
Feeling
the beat of your heart
You
saved me
From
the demons
Saved
me
From
the past
Feeling
your skin on me
Warming
my heart
Your
love had brought me back
From
a doomed life
You
saved me
Your
love saved me
Saved
me
From
the past
Ripped
from my arms
Coming
to harm
I
couldn’t save you
As
you had for me
You
melted away my fears
Showed
me a better future
Together
we could have been better
Than
who I was before
You
saved me
From
the darkness
You
save me
But
I couldn’t save you
.
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