Little Bit of Devil in Her Angel Eyes
Chapter One: Moving Day
"South Carolina low country
Southern words with an old Sandlapper tune
Palmetto trees swaying in that Atlantic breeze
Reaching up to touch the crescent moon
South Carolina low country
Is the music that comes outta me"
-South Carolina Low Country by Josh Turner
Isabella Marie Turner.
"But daddy I don't wanna move to Louisiana," I whined into the receiver, sitting down on the porch steps in front of my old house trying not to cry.
"I know you don't honey, but your mom has custody of both you and Allison. There's nothing I can do my darlin' girl," he responded, his voice heavy with sadness. My father, being Josh Turner, was on tour at the moment and couldn't handle caring for a sixteen year old and a ten year old so we were stuck with my mother. Now don't get me wrong I love my momma, but I was a daddy's girl at heart. The courts don't care much what I want though; I'm just a kid after all.
"I don't want to go to Louisiana, I want to stay on your ranch here in South Carolina and wait for you to come home. I'm sixteen. I can take care of myself. I can…" He cut me off before I could finish.
"Isabella Marie, stop that right now. I know you don't wanna go and I would do anything to keep you with me, you and Ally both, but baby doll there's nothing I can do. Now, I gotta go. Be good for your momma; don't give her too much trouble. I love you so much and I will call you as soon as I can." He said quickly and, before I could respond, the line went dead. I sighed heavily as the tears began to stream down my cheeks, remembering what brought my life to this point.
My parents met before my father got famous, both of them having grown up here in Hannah, South Carolina, and it was "love at first sight", at the time. My mom was sixteen when they met and nineteen when she got pregnant with me. They married not long after finding out, and for the first few years after I was born they were happy.
When I was three, daddy got famous and they started fightin'. Nothing heavy, but fightin' none the less. Then, when I was six, Allison Elizabeth Turner was born and the fighting got worse and worse. It was no secret their marriage was coming to an end. My father was all too happy to sign those papers and move on with his life. He loved Allison and me more than anything in this world, but he just couldn't deal with my mother anymore.
When I was seven and Ally was barely one, my parents finalized the divorce, and our little happy family was no more. Then, three years later, Renee met Phil on a business trip in Baton Rouge and fell for him just as quickly as she did daddy. She swore that this time it was for real, that this relationship wouldn't end in marriage and divorce.
They dated for almost seven years, making me fourteen and Ally just about eight, before he popped the question, and, of course, momma said yes. Two years later, they're happily married and draggin' Ally and me out to Baton Rouge to live on Phil's ranch.
While mom and Phil packed the last of the boxes into the back of the truck, I plugged my headphones in and let the sound of country music fill my ears and therefore my heart and soul.
"That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
That's a chin held high as the tears fall down
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a-flyin'
Or a newborn baby cryin'
In the arms of the woman that you love
That's something to be proud of"
(Montgomery Gentry Something To Be Proud Of)
I was a lot like my daddy when it came to my music choices, my iPod consisting of mostly country both old and new. I liked everything from George Strait to Taylor Swift. I loved listening to my daddy's music the most though. It was almost like, when I did, I could picture him sitting right there next to me, just like old times, playing his guitar and singin' old county songs. I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist and looked up to see my boyfriend Tyler's beautiful blue eyes staring into mine as he pulled me into his lap letting me cry my eyes out into his shirt.
Tyler Crowley and I had been together for almost two years now. We got together the night my parents finalized the divorce. Tyler had been there for me through everything and being with him just felt right. Now, two years later, our relationship couldn't be better. Sitting here in his arms it all hit me; I didn't want to leave this place, my home. I was born and raised here in Hannah, I didn't know anywhere else, nor did I ever want to. I wanted to stay here with Tyler, Jacob, Leslie, and Jessica. I wanted to live down the street from them, not 10 hours and 650 miles away in a different freakin' state. In Louisiana I would be all alone; no friends, no boyfriend, no daddy. All in all my new life was gonna suck.
Leslie and Jess came running up then, embracing me as tears ran down their faces as well as mine. These two girls had been my partners in crime for as long as I could remember. We had been through everything from boy troubles to cat fights, but our friendship had stayed strong. Tyler joined our little group in kindergarten; and then Jacob, now Leslie's boy toy, in fifth grade, having moved down from Washington state. The five of us had been inseparable forever and now we were being dragged apart as I was moving to god damned Louisiana, which is obviously not something I was happy about by any means. My mother honked the truck horn, signaling it was time to go and I felt myself go weak at the knees. Tyler kissed me softly, promising to visit me as soon as he could, and there were hugs all around before I got into the truck. As we drove away, I watched the old house disappear into the distance.
Author's Note: Welcome to my new story. This has been beta'd by xHOTARUxSPARKSx, the best beta ever! She made this awesome and I hope you will take the time to check out her story Stallions & Halos. Also, guys follow me on twitter shelbie_nichole. The next chapter will be sent off for betaing ASAP!