Chapter 59

I pictured myself standing up to my father, standing after so many times he'd knocked me down. My breath caught in my throat as I imagined his face as I stood, becoming the better, stronger person; maybe not in physical strength, but in mental. I turned to Josh, sure that my stunned expression was still plastered on my face. "What's this song called?" He glanced at me, noticing my sudden change in mood. "Stand by Rascal Flatts. They're a good band; plays music people can relate to. Why? You like it?" he reached over, turning it down slightly so the music wasn't bounding around in my head. I nodded. "Yea. Kinda inspirational, ain't it?" He burst into unsuspecting laughter. He ran a hand through his hand, smiling as he side-glanced me. I gave him a look. "What?" I asked, my face twisting in confusion. He laughed against. "You," he answered simply. "You used ain't. I'm rubbin' off on ya, babe." He said; his voice was thick with an accent