If I Lose You - Garrett Graham
You and Garrett Graham couldn’t be anymore different. He was all name brand clothes, expensive shoes, a car worth more than your tuition. He was the captain of the hockey team. You were hand me down, muddy boots, and a beat up truck. You lived on your grandparents farm about fifteen minutes from campus. You grew up there after your dad killed your mom and two younger siblings and ended up in jail. But somehow he couldn’t get enough of you. He kept finding excuses to be where you were. That included volunteering to help at the farm. Which was funny to watch at first. That was three months ago. He just recently told you he had feelings for you. He just asked you to be his girlfriend. Things were finally looking up for you. Until they weren’t. It was a Saturday afternoon. Your grandparents had gone out to the casino two hours away with friends. Garrett and the hockey team were three hours away at an away game. You were mucking the stalls in the barn listening to the game on the radio. You didn’t hear the tires pulling up until it was too late. Your dad was there before you could react. He attacked from your behind whispering, “should’ve done this years ago with the rest of them.” Once you were down and didn’t try to get back up. He stepped back and light a match. He smirked, “Bye Rosie.” And flicked the match into a pile of hay bales. Then he was gone. You tried to get up but he had hurt you pretty bad. You watched as the flames grew higher. Luckily all the animals were out in the pasture. You took a deep shaky voice and pulled your phone out. You called Garrett knowing he wouldn’t answer because he was still playing. The game was in the third period according to the radio. You called and get his voicemail. You spoke softly trying to hide the fear, “hey baby, just wanted to say I listened to the game and you did well. By the time you listen to this it might be too late and I know this is really soon. But I love you. And I’ll never stop loving you. Bye G
If I Lose You - Garrett Graham
You and Garrett Graham couldn’t be anymore different. He was all name brand clothes, expensive shoes, a car worth more than your tuition. He was the captain of the hockey team. You were hand me down, muddy boots, and a beat up truck. You lived on your grandparents farm about fifteen minutes from campus. You grew up there after your dad killed your mom and two younger siblings and ended up in jail. But somehow he couldn’t get enough of you. He kept finding excuses to be where you were. That included volunteering to help at the farm. Which was funny to watch at first. That was three months ago. He just recently told you he had feelings for you. He just asked you to be his girlfriend. Things were finally looking up for you. Until they weren’t. It was a Saturday afternoon. Your grandparents had gone out to the casino two hours away with friends. Garrett and the hockey team were three hours away at an away game. You were mucking the stalls in the barn listening to the game on the radio. You didn’t hear the tires pulling up until it was too late. Your dad was there before you could react. He attacked from your behind whispering, “should’ve done this years ago with the rest of them.” Once you were down and didn’t try to get back up. He stepped back and light a match. He smirked, “Bye Rosie.” And flicked the match into a pile of hay bales. Then he was gone. You tried to get up but he had hurt you pretty bad. You watched as the flames grew higher. Luckily all the animals were out in the pasture. You took a deep shaky voice and pulled your phone out. You called Garrett knowing he wouldn’t answer because he was still playing. The game was in the third period according to the radio. You called and get his voicemail. You spoke softly trying to hide the fear, “hey baby, just wanted to say I listened to the game and you did well. By the time you listen to this it might be too late and I know this is really soon. But I love you. And I’ll never stop loving you. Bye G
