A 'The Devil All The Time' FanFic - Y/N x Sheriff Lee Bodecker
'Y/N had been in love with Sandy's older brother Lee Bodecker since she was a school girl. The day he saw her in the garden with his little sister...showingSandy how her Momma had taug...
If you asked most people where Knockemstiff, Ohio or Coal Creek, West Virginia were, they probably couldn't point 'em out to you on a map. But I guarantee, they'd be there all the same. How and why so many people from those two piddlin' places on that map could end up connected has a lot to do with our story. Some would claim it was just dumb luck, while others might swear it was God's intention. But I'd say with the way things turned out, it was a little bit of both. In 1957, it'd take someone approximately ten hours to drive from Coal Creek to a paper mill town in southern Ohio called Meade. Once you got to Meade, Knockemstiff was only a short drive away.
Four hundred or so people lived in Knockemstiff in 1957, nearly all of them connected by blood by one godforsaken calamity or another, be it lust or necessity or just plain ignorance.
The Russells had rented the house on top of the Mitchell flats for nine years now. But most of the neighbors down below still considered them outsiders.
Years ago, Willard had fitted together a weathered cross above a fallen tree in a small clearing behind his house. He came every morning and evening to talk to God. It seemed to his son that his father fought the Devil all the time.
*Flashback- A Few Years Earlier*
Right before Willard fell in love, the man whose seat he took would also meet his match.
"I'm so sorry. I forgot my damn keys." Sandy rushed into the little diner.
"Ah so its keys this time, can't wait to find out what makes you late tomrra" You smile playfully as you take a plate of food to a booth.
"Okay. Guy by the window counter." Charlotte says, not pleased with havin' to put up with Sandy's crap again.
"So, what'll you be having?" Sandy made her way over to the guy and the window, both clearly smitten with each other as soon as they clapped eyes on each other.
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"Ham and cheese"
"Ham and cheese" Sandy repeated in a whisper.
"You're a little green on the job" the man smiled at her, playing with his camera.
"That obvious, huh?" Flirt, you thought to yourself as you delivered another cup of coffee to a table. "My brother just got me the job. So...You take pictures?" Sandy continues.
In the years to come, Carl would call Sandy "the bait," and she'd called him "the shooter."
Both called their victims "the models."
"Only when I find a smile pretty enough to photograph, that is." You make a gaging noise in charlottes direction. Just as you do, the door chines and a tall handsome man walks in uniform suggesting he was finally home form the war.
"What can I get ya?" Charlotte asks as he sits down "Meatloaf is the blue plate special"
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