Wide Open Spaces

You're No Good

"Just you and me, kid"

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Stevie huffed, hitting every red lift imaginable. It was her own private jam session as she wove in and out of traffic, trying to make perfect time. She turned up her stereo, singing along to a Linda Ronstadt song.

Feeling better now that we're through
Feeling better 'cause I'm over you
I learned my lesson, it left a scar
Now I see how you really are

You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good

I'm gonna say it again
You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good

I broke a heart that's gentle and true
Well I broke a heart over someone like you
I'll beg his forgiveness on bended knee
I wouldn't blame him if he said to me

You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good

I'm gonna say it again
You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good

"Sing it, mama!" Stevie shouted, feeling the music. Music always helped lift her mood. She suddenly wasn't so annoyed by all the slow drivers, the non-stop construction and people jutting into her lane.

I'm telling you now baby and I'm going my way
Forget about you baby 'cause I'm leaving to stay

You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good

I'm gonna say it again
You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good

Oh, oh no
You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good

She finally made it, hopping out of her car and grabbing her purse. She made her way inside, seeing her stylist immediately. She hung up her coat, placed her bag on the counter and sat down in the chair. She was in for quite a process. It had been forever and she wanted to soak in the experience.

Stevie leaves the hair salon a few hours later with her roots done, fresh soft layers, highlights, bangs trimmed and shaped up as well as a blowout. She felt so good about being able to spend a little time on herself. Her cellphone began to ring as she fished for her keys.

"Great timing, Linds. I just got out!" Stevie says, accepting the call. She locates her keys in her bag and is walking toward her car in the lot.

"Hey" the voice says. It sounded familiar but not who she thought it was. The person had a tentative tone that sent a shiver down her spine. She was kicking herself for not looking at the ID before picking up.

"Hello?" Stevie was a little confused. "Sir, I think you have the wrong number"

"Stevie, it's me..." Before she could talk, the speaker continued. "I was released for good behavior. My family disowned me, the business is a mess from what I hear. Dad gave it to a family friend because of all I've done. I'm so lonely, Stevie and I'm so depressed. I'd...I'd really like to see you."

"Brock"

"Baby, please...I'd do anything to just get 5 minutes."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Then why haven't you hung up?" he asked and Stevie was at a loss. "Please. 5 minutes isn't very long. I could meet you somewhere in public, we wouldn't be alone together"

"I have to go"

"Ste--" She cut him off, ending the call immediately. She unlocks the car door with shaking hands and let's herself break down once inside. She tried to calm herself down, dying to go home. How dare he call after all this time! She was finally getting closure and learning not to look over her shoulder. She had been officially engaged recently, all of her children were thriving and happy. Why now? She started the car, taking deep breaths as she drove. Time passed so slowly. She barely remembered parking the car, walking through the door of their home. She was in a daze.

"Stephanie, what happened?" Lindsey asked, stroking her hair. Their baby was taking a nap, he had just laid her down. The kids would need to be picked up soon but that didn't matter right now. "Steph?" She looked up at him, tears still falling down her face. "Are you okay?" She shook her head and his stomach dropped. He held her even tighter, consoling her to the best of his ability. Even as she found herself in Lindsey's arms, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go very, very wrong.

You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good

A/N: thank you for sticking by me! I love to update but haven't had much time. Also, if you watch the video above, Waddy is playing lead guitar for Linda! Cool, eh?