This is a one shot, maybe more chapters to come. Based off the song Blown Away by Carrie Underwood
There once was a girl about 17 years old. Her name was Loren.
Dry Lightning cracks across the sky, Those storm clouds
gather in her eyes, Her Daddy was a mean old mister,
Loren Tate's father finished his eggs and asked her if she needed help with her homework, she rejected his help. He beat her, she ran into her room and slid down the door sobbing.
Her Momma was and angel in the ground.
She prayed to be released from this pain of her Dad. Her prayers were answered.
The weather man called for a twister, she prayed blow it down.
And that there is not enough power to tear up that house.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma, to wash the sins out of the house, There's not enough wind in Oklahoma, to rip the nails out of the past.
She said said to shatter everything till it's all gone.
Shatter every window 'till it's all blown away, Every brick, every board, every slamming door Blown Away, 'till there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday,
Her father was an alcoholic, he drank whiskey every day,
Every tear soaked whiskey memory blown away, Blown Away, Blown Away,
She heard the sirens blowing out, and her father was passed out on the couch,
She heard those sirens screaming out, Her daddy lay there passed out on the couch,
So she ran and locked herself in the storm cellar,
She locked herself in the cellar, Listened to the screaming of the wind,
And some people called it taking shelter, she thought of it as sweet revenge,
Some people called it taking shelter, she called it sweet revenge, Shatter every window 'till it's all blown away, Every Brick, Every board, every slamming door blown away, til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday,
Every single tear that was drenched in whiskey,
Every tear soaked whiskey memory blown away, Blown Away,
But still, there will never be enough power to knock down everything of the past,
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma, to wash the sins out of the house, There's not enough wind in Oklahoma, to rip the nails out of the past, Shatter every window till it's all blown away, every brick, every board, every slamming door, Blown away,
She hoped that there would be nothing left,
Till there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday, Every tear soaked whiskey memory blown away, Blown away, Blown away, Blown away, blown Away, Blown Away.
The storm was soon over and she walked out of the cellar. The house was completely gone, Everything. That's when he appeared. The god. My best friend and boyfriend Eddie Duran.
"Babe, your okay!" replied Eddie.
"Everything gone, it's all over, I'm finally free. I love you, forever and always" I replied as Eddie and I traveled hand in hand continuing our lives together. One day at a Time.