Song: Bullet In A Bonfire by Brantley Gilbert
*Thanks to my writing partner, one-chicago-obsessed, for suggesting I do this song. Sorry it's taken me so long. I hope you enjoy it!
I know the stories behind the bruises
When I've been the shoulder
You've been the reason for her tears
And her tellin' you it's over's useless
You keep callin' her phone, drivin' by when I'm not here
She's beggin' me not to lose my temper
Lord, I've tried, but my patience is runnin' thin
The best thing you can do is forget her
'Cause so help me God, if you ever touch that girl again
Brett sighed as she sipped her Rosé and continued to watch the door to see every person that made their way in and out of Molly's.
"Hey, Brett you got a date or something? You've been staring at that door from the second you sat down.
Brett quickly looked up at Herrmann and shook her head, "Ughh, no. Just interested to see who's coming out tonight."
Herrmann nodded and returned to his work of drying glasses.
You cross that line, boy and there ain't no comin' back
I'm a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks
You've got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother
I'm about to lock my jaws
I'm a time bomb tickin' a real live wire
Boy a shot in the dark, I'm a bullet in a bonfire
I'm a bullet in a bonfire
"Hey, there you are!" Yelled Foster as she spotted Brett at the bar and ran over to her.
Brett looked up and laughed at her obviously drunk friend, "I thought you were going to that new club you've been talking about all week."
Foster shook her head and started sipping the glass of water Herrmann filled as soon as he saw Foster walk through the door, "We did! It was soooooo much fun. I wanted to come and see you, though."
"Well, that was nice of you." Smiled Brett before Herrmann came over and slid Foster a cup of black coffee.
"Oooohhh, I brought you a friend." Suddenly shouted Foster as she spun around in her seat and pointed to the guy at the other end of the bar getting served by Kidd.
"A friend?"
Foster nodded, "Yeah, he's the guy I was telling you about yesterday on shift. Remember? Mark. He was at the club tonight, and I was telling him about you, so he said he wanted to come and meet you in person."
Brett smiled as Mark waved at her across the bar.
"Come on, give him a chance. He's a really nice guy."
Brett sighed and set her drink down by Foster's half-empty coffee cup, "Fine, as long as you promise to finish your coffee and order another one after that."
Foster nodded and gave a fake salute before she threw her hand up and waved Ryan over.
You cross that line, boy and there ain't no comin' back
I'm a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks
You've got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother
I'm about to lock my jaws
I'm a time bomb tickin' a real live wire
Boy a shot in the dark, I'm a bullet in a bonfire
Yeah, I'm a bullet in a bonfire
"So Sivie, tell me about yourself." Slurred Mark.
Brett gulped what was left of her drink, "Ughhh, it's Sylvie actually."
"Sylvie?"
"Yep," Nodded Brett.
"Wow, that's a really pretty name."
"Thanks," Whispered Brett as she heard the door to Molly's ring, but just as she was about to turn around to see who walked in or out, she felt Mark grab her hand under the table.
"Hey, what do you say to getting out of here and going to my place for the night."
Brett quickly shook her head and excused herself so she could rush to the bathroom and try to make an escape plan.
Molly's had gotten so crowded that she wasn't sure she could rope anyone in to try and help her escape the drunk man sure that he was going to take her home and have his way with her all night.
Brett stood in the bathroom for about ten minutes before she washed her hand and stepped out into the hallway. Brett was so focused on executing her plan, that she didn't notice the dark shadowed figure waiting for her outside of the bathroom.
Brett screamed when the figure grabbed her wrist and spun her around.
"Hey, where do you think you're going? I've been standing here waiting for you to invite me into that small bathroom."
Brett looked up at Mark and felt her heart practically drop. The music Kidd picked for the night was playing so loud that no one would hear if she screamed again.
"Ughh, Mark why don't we go back to the table and have another drink?"
Mark shook his head before he tried to pull Brett back into the bathroom, "No, I think we should spend a little time in here alone. Don't you?"
Brett tried with all her might to pull away from him but he was huge. Easily three times her size with a football player stature.
"Hey, is there a problem here?" Asked the very gallant Matthew Casey as he made his way into the hallway and came to stand next to Brett.
Brett looked up and sighed with relief as she spotted her hero she had been waiting to see all night.
"None of your business, man. The lady and I were just about to make our way into the bathroom for some alone time."
Brett winced as she felt Mark grip her small wrist tighter.
"You need to let her go. I don't think she wants to go anywhere with you."
Mark swung Brett's wrist in the air before he pushed her back and walked up to get in Casey's face, "Hey, man what's your problem?"
Casey looked at the pathetic excuse of a man in front of him before he threw his fist back and swung at him, knocking Mark down on the ground.
Brett gasped at what happened in front of her.
"Hey, you okay?" Whispered Casey as he walked over to Brett and cradled her in his arms.
Brett nodded as she felt warmth immediately flood around her.
"Come on let's get out of here. Herrmann will have someone deal with him." Said Casey as he gestured to the passed out Mark on the floor.
Brett nodded and grabbed Casey's hand as he led her back to the bar and spent the rest of the night with her.
Matthew Casey was and would forever be her hero.
You cross that line, boy and there ain't no comin' back
I'm a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks
You've got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother
I'm about to lock my jaws
I'm a time bomb tickin' a real live wire
Boy a shot in the dark, I'm a bullet in a bonfire
Yeah, I'm a bullet in a bonfire
Yeah, I'm a bullet in a bonfire
And you think it's over
Thanks again, one-chicago-obsessed! And thanks to everyone who is still reading what I post on this story!
