Country's Her Middle (Luke Bryan Fan Fiction) BEING EDITED

Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

User dedication: lukecountrygirl

Song/songs dedication:
Monster by Skillet
Last Resort by Papa Roach
True Love by Pink ft. Lilly Allen

*****Linzey's POV*****

Have you ever just took a moment to think, why me? What the hell did I do to deserve this? It could've been a bad situation or even a great one, and yet, you wondered what made God chose you to be a part of it. You out of all 7.125 billion people on this earth.

I thought about this quite often.

I wondered how I became so lucky as to deserve a man like Luke in my life, I questioned how I earned such a fantastic family who cared so deeply for me, I asked why things had to go down hill with Josh, and in that moment I couldn't help but wrack my brain for reasons I would've deserved to lose my unborn niece/nephew. I seemed to be losing a lot of people recently and I was far from okay with that, but it was beyond right for God to take a life away from a baby who hadn't even had a taste of it yet. He really stepped the line.

It was hard to believe I wouldn't get to see that child take their first steps or their first day of school, hell I wouldn't even be able to see them graduate high school. I had already done all of those things and I would've gladly took the bullet for that innocent baby. I would've allowed my heartbeat to come to a stop if it meant that, that baby could have a second chance. That baby. I didn't even know the gender and I couldn't help but wonder if it would've been a cheerful little princess or an ornery little Prince Charming. Maybe both?

"Fuck!" I roared as I leaped to my feet and picked my chair up and threw it against the wall, watching as it slammed into the purple wallpaper and tumbled to the floor with a bang, taking all of the anger and hostility that had built up and letting it stream out. I growled furiously feeling complete and utter dismay when no damage was done to either object. Why was it that a chair could obtain so much lethal damage and be completely unharmed, but just a small amount of chaos caused me to mentally collapse?

I was infuriated at this and felt an overpowering need to see the inanimate objects break the way I had been for such a long time and at such a torturously slow pace. I let out a ferocious yelp as I took my hand and swiped all of the content off of my old desk, watching as a minimum amount of content fell to the ground and broke into small pieces.

And before I knew it I was watching in fascination as old family photos were being slammed against the wooden floor, shattering into tiny fragments of glass. It was strangely beautiful as it ruined and scattered beneath my feet. With a wondrous smile, I knelt down to the floor and picked up a small piece of glass and carefully examined it is I contemplated what to do next in my mind.

Many different ideas surfaced in the back of my mind, but one seemed to hold my attention, and I knew in that moment that it needed to be done.

Another jagged breath slipped from my mouth as I brought the object to my neck and began to slowly dig it into my neck. The pain was agonizingly euphoric as I felt wetness leak from my skin. "Linzey!" A voice belted out in panic as they forced my hand away from my neck, causing the glass to clattered on the floor. I glared at the floor where the object of my interest laid.

I reached out for it once more, but familiar arms wrapped around my shoulders and over my own arms, restraining me from harming myself further. I growled in anger, they obviously didn't understand how badly I needed this. "Get the f.ck off of me!" I hissed as my nails sunk into his flesh causing their blood to form in my palms.