The good, the bad and the traveller.

Cans of beans

Editor's note!! Warning for the rest of the upcoming chapters. Since this story plays off in the 19th century a lot of words used back then will now be considered offensive. I will try to use these words as little as possible, but they unfortunately will be used for historical accuracy. I do not accept or condone these words in any way, and I will not use, or have them used outside of the story. Thank you.

Audrey

I stared at Jack. He just.. Punched down multiple people today.. For me.. This was all so confusing. He could've just let it happen.. He hasn't got any obligation to protect me or anything. Jack turned to me before he walked over to me, his boots stomping on the wooden floor with loud thuds. His face still showed that he was angry. Then he grabbed me by my arm, roughly. He shook his head at me before he looked at the woman he called Liz. She was an older looking woman.. Maybe around the same age as my father. She had a stern face and greying hair and looked like she could shoot down any of these men at any given moment. She then looked at me, those brown eyes feeling like they were going to burn a hole into my skull before she suddenly smiled. "Jack, you should take the lady to her room, and then get packed for your journey." Her voice was hoarse, but not sounding anywhere near cruel. Jack nodded at her before he pulled at my arm, dragging me along with him.

I had to step over Johnny, who still laid on the floor, crying out quietly in silent agony. I glanced at him before Jack pulled at my arm again, pulling me away from the scene. He pushed me in front of him before ushering me up the stairs. I looked over my shoulder at his angry face. "Don't push me." I said, with a clear but slightly annoyed tone in my voice. He just grumbled at me. When I was at the top of the stairs, he grabbed me by my arm again before dragging me into the room we had rented for that night.

He closed the door behind us and he pushed me onto the bed, which creaked when my weight fell upon it. Jack had started to pack one of his bags while I just watched him. I didn't have any belongings anyway.. Except for the clothes on my back obviously. "Hey.." I muttered at him, but he didn't even look up for just a moment. So I said it again. Louder. "Hey!" I said with a raised voice. Now this did catch his attention. He dropped his bag to the floor as he turned around to face me, still with that grumpy ass look on his face. "You didn't have to manhandle me." I said sternly and Jack just stared at me for a second before he started to laugh. "Why the hell are you laughing?" I asked, cocking a brow in confusion. "Because if you thought that was manhandlin', girl, you're not used to anything in life." He said before he turned around to pack his bag again. "I'm not. Thanks for noticing that, dickhead.." I grumbled and Jack turned around again, facing me once more.

He walked over to me, the floor creaking under his weight whenever he stepped down on it. He stopped in front of me. He grabbed my face, squishing my cheeks in between his thumb and index finger. "Stupid girl.. Shoulda stayed in Boston." He grumbled before letting go of me again. I stood up, pressing my index finger against his chest firmly. "I may be a stupid girl. But at least I'm not an asshole."
Jack stared at me when I said that and he shook his head. "And that mouth of yours is only goin' to get you into more trouble, girl." He said to me before stepping away. I huffed and laughed, clicking my tongue softly. "You had no complaints about that last night." I grinned when I said that, knowing it was provocative as hell. Jack glared at me as he slung his bag over his shoulder, pointing at me. "Alls you did, girl. Was show me that you are, in fact, a whore."

Now that was something I didn't see coming. I blinked in confusion, looking away from him to the floor. Not because I was ashamed but in thought. He was being weird.. As if nothing was left of the somewhat tolerable man from last night and earlier in the pub.. I looked back up at him, wiping away a stray strand of hair from my face. I didn't say anything. I didn't even know what to say to this. But I grabbed my hat and I walked over to the door quickly, grabbing the handle and pulling the door open roughly. But Jack seemed to have a different idea. He grabbed me by my wrist and slammed the door shut, pointing a finger at me. "You. Are not going anywhere." He hissed through his teeth before grabbing another bag. "I'll tell your daddy where you are. I'm not going to travel with you."