I shouldn't be starting a new fic... since I can't finish any of my other ones. I really should be focused on The 'BoaDoza Experiment' or 'Why Wolfe?', but I'm writing a one-shot instead... Just know that I AM still trying. I've just had a lot going on in the past few months. Anyways, welcome to my song-fic-type-thing, 'Tennessee Line'.
My shaky breath felt sharp in my throat. I'd set a path back to California; up through Georgia, west at Tennessee. My escape back to L.A. was commencing, even though I had no idea what I would do once I got there, or where I would go. I'd lost all my credibility in L.A., and now in Miami. There was no getting that back.
For some reason, I thought running away would help. So I drove. I sped, as fast as I could; but my problems could follow just as fast. Still, I went. I had no other way to make it right. To make everything right. I tried to save a girl's life, but she didn't understand; she saw me as a monster. I left a friend hanging, at a dim bar where she'd paid for a drink I'd never drink. Everyone found out, and now no one trusted me.
I'd been driving for hours, shamefully crying the whole time. I was most of the way through Georgia, ten more miles. I pulled over. I rested, debating if I should just move forward, or turn around. I put my head in my hands, "Help me. I've messed up." I whispered. Would God help me? I wasn't great at going to church. I'd only made it once every few months. Is that how God worked? The thought was not relevant. I started my car back up. I drove.
Ten more miles past. The 'Welcome to Tennessee' sign greeted me. My tires screeched, dust rose around my car as it stopped abruptly. I froze, breathing very lightly. Looking down, I noticed my own foot pressed to the brakes, halting my crossing into Tennessee. I drew a long, heavy breath before lying my head on the top of my steering wheel. I cried. An uncertain amount of time passed before I realized my mind had been changed. I couldn't leave, I had to make things right, and this wasn't the way.
Never crossing that Tennessee line, I turned back. I've made mistakes, bad calls. It was time to make them right, and to turn things around. I watched the state line disappear in my mirror. I went faster, hoping to get to Miami before anyone noticed I was gone; home before anyone knew.
Inspired by the song 'Tennessee Line' by Daughtry
And there's my sort little fic about Jesse, and what he deals with.
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