Take Me Instead

The Long Black Train pt. 2

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Chapter 10: The Long Black Train pt. 2

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What the hell did you do? I asked myself as I regained sensation in my limbs.

"Marley?" Jimmy carefully nudged. "C'mon."

"He's gonna kill me," I muttered, refusing to budge.

"Who? Rip?" He clarified.

I blinked. Nah, Rip I could handle. "My father," I answered. Without a doubt, Kayce and Rip were high-tailing it out there to let my father know what I have been up to. I could practically picture his face, the way he would sigh in the utmost annoyance that I cost him a wrangler.

That wasn't your fault, I attempted to remind myself. But in moments like this, it was pretty hard to believe. It was just another fuck-up on my never-ending list that I couldn't forget regardless of how hard I tried.

"He won't," Jimmy sounded concerned. "He can't."

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," I apologized, finally glancing up from the dirt into his eyes. "This was all my fault."

"He deserved this, Marley," he insisted, closing the distance between us. "That piece of shit—"

"I should go," I cut him off, taking a few steps backward.

"Let me walk you up there—"

"I don't need protecting, Jimmy," I declined as politely as I could manage. "But thanks."

My heart squeezed in my chest as I saw his face grow discouraged, so much like how Toby had stared at me from the other side of the truck cab.

I turned my back to him and walked toward the house before he could say anything else. Without a doubt, Daddy and Rip were on their way back to reprimand me, explain to me all the trouble I caused.

Aren't you getting a little old for this shit? I questioned and plopped myself down on the front steps. It had been what, ten years or so since Daddy lectured you about skipping school with Cody Baron in high school. Since then, I flew so far under his radar that I could have gotten away with murder.

But now that all-too-familiar churn in my gut swirled as I sat waiting for them to return. Nervous to find out what Rip told him, scared of what he would say when he finally lays eyes on me. Then again, what could he possibly say now that would break me more than his silence already has?

I sat there on the front porch, basking in the evening sun, waiting like an old dog for its owner to come home. It wasn't until maybe half an hour later that I saw movement in the distance by the trees. My heart started to pound out of my chest as I saw the men on their horses, galloping across the field toward the property.

Well, this is it, I thought and watched them arrive at the stables. But I quickly noticed something was off, how Kayce hurridly dumped his horse and rushed Tate up the drive toward their truck without waiting to say goodbye to anyone.