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Chapter 15: Empty Bars and Empty Lullabies

STEPHANIE'S POV

I still don't know where I am. Except I'm at some place called Jax Bar. I hope I'm still in Tulsa. It's pitch black outside and my feet are killing me. I wonder how far, and how long, I've been walking. I decided to take a break and walked right into this bar. Apparently it's a place for washed out bikers and brawlers to go. Seriously the guys, and girls, in here are wrinkly, balding, and about a billion pounds over weight. And yet they still try to squeeze themselves into a tiny pair of jeans.

One scary old guy bought me a beer. He was to shy to actually give it to me, so the bartender did. Who cares if I'm not at the legal drinking age. I was taking slow and steady sips. The beer burned as it rushed down my throat. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. I'm more of a wine cooler girl. But right now I'm up to do anything to get my mind off of the past events.

"Hey Harry, put a good song on!" one washed out biker threw a quarter to another.

The big fat balding man went over to the rusty jukebox and slipped the quarter in. I watched as he looked through the selection. He pushed the button, and then ordered a beer.

At first I didn't recognize the song, but it eventually hit me.

This lullaby is only a few words

A simple run of chords

Quiet here in this spare room

But you can hear it, hear it

Wherever you may go

Even if I let you down

This lullaby plays on...

When I was little I used the think, "Wow daddy must of cared enough to write this song". But I realize it's just garbage. It doesn't mean anything to him, just money. Cause if I meant so much, he'd come to see me, or call me. At least acknowledge me. Just goes to show you can't trust a man.

The song got me thinking. What am I doing here? I'm in a bar, where I really don't belong. I'm just being selfish, I can't leave the girls. They need me and I need them. And I need Dallas. As much as I hate to admit it I think I love him.

He, obviously, doesn't share my passionate feelings. But what do you want from a man that cares more about his reputation than anything else. Besides if he cared about me, he wouldn't be going ga ga over my sister. Maybe that's it, maybe Dallas just loves Montana. He doesn't really seem like the type of guy who would cheat on his girlfriend. I think he loves Montana, and I'm just in his way. Just an obstacle in his path.

I kept reasoning with myself as I walked out of the bar.

I still hate Montana. She's an evil person. At least to me she is. How he could love her I don't know. But I really don't know if he does.

I stuffed my hands in my jean pocket and kicked a broken beer bottle. I started to walk in the direction I had come from.

A black car pulled up beside me, and the window rolled down. I watched it, stupidly. I guess I must be a little drunk.

"Stephanie?" a familiar voice asked. I just couldn't place it with a face.

"Yes?" I struggled to get the slurred word out.

"What are you doing? Are you drunk?" the black car pulled over completely and a boy stepped out. I squinted, but eventually realized it was Rick.

"I don't know."

"C'mon, let me get you back home," he took my hand and wrapped an arm around my waist. I let myself lean against me as he helped me get into his car.

We drove in silence as the buzz from the beer began to wear off.

"What were doing all the way by Jax?" he asked as he realized I was almost sober again.

"It's a long story."

"We have time."

I explained to him everything. From the day Montana showed up to what had happened only a few hours ago.

"Well we know how Montana can be," he said glancing up at me.

"She's ruining my life. I must have been a real sinner in a past life, and Montana must be God's way of punishing me."

He chuckled. "I don't think that's what happened."

"I do." I leaned my head against the cold window as it started to drizzle. The raindrops seemed to be so loud when the hit against the glass and only made my headache worse.

"So you going to break things off with Dally?"

"I don't know. I guess I should."

"I know you should," I realized his hand was moving closer to mine.

I just shrugged.

SAGE'S POV

It was 4 o'clock in the morning. Where in James Dean's name could she be? I was pacing the floor, and rubbing my enormous stomach. One more month and this baby can finally come out! I was deathly afraid and yet elated at the same time. I looked over at Johnny's sleeping form. He looked so peaceful. I just wanted to cuddle up in his arms and forget this whole mess.

I walked out of the bedroom and saw Amanda and Belle were up to.

"I wonder where she went," I took a sip of Belle's coffee.

"I wonder if she's coming back."

"Of course she'll be back," Amanda assured us. As if on cue the door opened. We kept in unlocked in case Steph decided to come back.

Rick stood in the doorway, Stephanie asleep in his arms.

"Did you rape her!" Amanda stood up and grabbed her shoe.

"Calm down psycho, I didn't rape no one. I found her at a bar and took her home. She fell asleep in the car," he explained and laid her down on the couch.

Amanda stared at him, contemplating if she should believe him or not.

"Well thanks for bringing her home," she finally said.

Belle gave her the once over, her favorite cousin was a doctor and taught her some things.

"Yeah sure," they stared at each other in an uncomfortable silence, and then he turned around and ran back into the pouring rain.

"What's goin' on," Johnny emerged from our bedroom.

"Prick, I mean Rick, found Steph and brought her home," Amanda explained. She really hated him.

"She okay?" That's Johnny for you, always worried about everyone else. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he put an arm around my shoulder and kissed the top of my head.

"She's fine," Belle announced and then placed a blanket over her.

"I am having a serious talk with her in the morning.." Amanda mumbled and we all retreated back to our bedrooms.


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