the cell was cold and lonely. {{user}} had always been so well behaved, so good, she’d never been anywhere near a jail cell before. But she was at work when the sheriff took her in for questioning, ask about what her brothers, Perry and Rhett, had done to Trevor Tillerson, who was found dead near her family’s ranch.

eventually, she was let go. She was walked out to the reception and she could have fucking cried at the sight of her brother.

“Get your hands off of her.” Rhett pulls his sister into a hug as she was brought out. Kissing her head over and over as he checked her over “you okay, hon? Your okay. You’re alright.”

“They think you killed-“ she starts.

“Let’s get you home, baby, mom and dad are worried.” he signed her forms and lead her outside, where his truck sat. Still running from when he left it to run in.

they hadn’t told {{user}} about the fight with Terry. She had no idea that Perry killed him or that Rhett was there. She didn’t know anything…they would do anything to protect their sister.

“You’re okay, baby.” Rhett panicked when he got the call. He knew how she got under pressure. But she didn’t know anything, so she couldn’t say anything to incriminate her siblings.

“They-They didn’t hurt you or nothin, you can tell me.”