“If opposites attract, then I am nothing. Because you, you are everything.”
There’s no easy road traveled to such an intense sentiment, one I never dreamt I’d feel…
But I also never planned on Cannon Blackwell climbing aboard my tour bus.
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When the pastor asks if anyone would like to come up and say a few words, I anxiously wait, my breath held and my muscles tightly coiled, still foolishly hoping in my naïve, sixteen-year-old heart that my father will stand.
Of course he doesn’t, my dash of hope doused as promptly as it’d risen. Nor do any of the other regaled socialites in the room. Swallowing disgust, I drop Jarrett’s hand and move to make a stand myself, for my mom, when one of my angels speaks.
“I got this,” Rhett assures me, shuffling between the pew and our legs to proudly walk forward. He owns his post proudly, his posture and defiance glowing in his eyes leaving no room for doubt he’s got something to say, beside the easel displaying a large picture of my mother, a beautiful snapshot taken back when she still smiled through her whole face. Her piercing blue eyes, the exact shade of Conner’s, glow from here, perhaps finally seeing all.
My sweet Rhett…beautifully out of place in this place. He’s too kind; an empathic soul who writes poetry and leads with his heart…naturally his parents and the fools in this high-browed town use their suspicions that he must be gay to tromp on his spirit daily.
He clears his throat and stares directly into my eyes, despair meeting his fury. “When God made a lady, Miss Anna was who he envisioned. She cared about us faggots,” he glares at his parents, “their burnout brothers,” he throws Jarrett a cocked smirk, “and loved her amazing children more than anything.” His face falls solemnly for a moment as he regards Conner and me. “She had more money than anyone in this room and only wanted the things it couldn’t ever buy. It couldn’t buy her the love and honesty of those who should have given it freely.” My father flinches subtlety in his seat as Rhett visually pins him in place. “It couldn’t protect her kids from evil and it damn sure won’t buy our silence any longer. You’ll never be able to hurt her again, because there’s no room for the likes of Suttonites where she’s gone, far away from here. The lot of you miserable motherfuckers can all rot in Hell, which I imagine is a lot like this place, where you belong. So Sutton’s finest, all together now: kiss her, my, and her children’s asses and fuck right off!”
With both hands and middle fingers high in the air, he waves his two gun salute like a boss as he kicks over the podium and strolls down the middle aisle, banging open the doors to outside.
By far his best poem ever.
S.E. Hall is the author of the Amazon Best Selling Evolve Series, Emerge, Embrace, Entangled (novella) and Entice as well as the bestselling stand-alone NA Romance, Pretty Instinct. She also co-wrote Stirred Up, an erotic short story with her CP and friend, Author Angela Graham and is honored to be a part of the USA Today and NYT Best Selling Devour box set. S.E., which stands for Stephanie Elaine, resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 beautiful daughters of the home, and one married daughter who graced her with two beautiful grandchildren. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing and the occasional trip to the casino. She's also clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside, and definitely the woman to pick on your side for some Flip Cup!
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