Wild Fire (Book II)

Beautiful Dreamer

A/N-I want to give a big thank you to the beautiful artists and writers that influenced this work with their pictures and inspiration. youralrightgurrl, sadiexarthur, vhenan_virabelasan at instagram with their beautiful art  along with other various artists, and the many I follow on wattpad, please check their amazing stories out under who I follow. A BIG warning for all my readers, my bad guys are evil to the core and there will be violent and  sexual triggering scenes for some. If you are of the soft at heart do not read, this is not the story for you my creative friend. But if you want to hate them along with me then I will try to give warning when needed, this is your initial one. Enjoy Book two of the series! 

     Some women are meant to be mothers. Others are made to be killers. But when it comes to the fair-haired blue-eyed girl staring at herself from within the mirror, some are simply put on this Earth to be dreamers. And that is what Emma Wild was, a dreamer. One foot on the ground and the other floating over the Saloon of the cramped little town of Valentine. In every moment of her life Emma walked in a dream. Never quite belong here and yet never quite finding where she did belong. Living from day to day as a barmaid proved to be a mundane, almost painful existence. Too confined for a girl whose dream worlds reached well above the country of New Hanover.

     She pulled her long golden hair behind her shoulders and blinked big aqua eyes at the person in the mirror, turning this way and that to examine her figure. She herself hated the way she looked. She kept her lack of confidence and low self-esteem tucked away deep where no one else could see. Petite, short, not the hourglass figure that the men of the bar sought after, but pretty. More pretty than she cared to believe. Lilah Preston, her one and only friend, was always telling her so, though she never would allow herself to accept it. She too was a dreamer. But Emma made a point to fuss at her friend for doing so, when in truth, her own dislocation from the world around her was measurably worse.

     She sighed heavily and walked from the mirror to plump the pillow in the room and keep moving to finish her chores. Emma bustled into the next room like a whirring hummingbird. Her little arms were full of washcloths, towels, and clean starched sheets. Then she stopped at the door upon eyeing Lilah's stretched out body still strewn across the bed squishing one soft pillow and vacantly staring out the peeling old window. "Honestly Li, you gonna stay in bed all day or actually consider moving like the rest of us?" She scurried about hurriedly, loading the small dresser with the clean towels and fluffy rags. Lilah turned to her, her green eyes glittering dreamily, and stretched her long legs across the warm sheets beneath the grassy dress. "I had a night Em." her voice trembled with a faint wisp of sadness.

     Emma had laid down the crisp sheets on the corner of the bed and flitted back out the door returning with a blue and white pitcher of water for the basin. Without a glance she poured the cool liquid and ran a cotton rag through its contents wringing the material thoroughly in her hands. When she turned to scold her again, she stopped, her mouth open in a worried 'o' as her eyes fell upon the bruise blossoming on the dark haired girl's right cheek and mouth. "Oh...Lilah?!" She met the older girl on the bed twisting the rag in her hands with guilt. "You poor thing, whatever happened?" Emma attempted to wipe at her wounded cheek, but Lilah gently moved her hand away. "It's ok. I'm ok. Some drunk heathen tried to use me as his punching bag last night. It would have ended very badly too if it weren't for the stranger down the hall."

     Emma straightened her shoulders, curiosity pulling her further from her chores. "Stranga?" her southern drawl pulled the word peeking a hesitant smile at the corner of her lips. When the sunlight caught Lilah's eyes, she knew the grin was not misdirected. A glimmer sparkled in the girl's green pools. A smile they ivy'd up, twisting the corners of her eyes in tiny crinkled fans. "Oh Em, you should have seen him! He was like an untamed horse charging in and ripping that bastard off'a me. He threw him to the ground like a broken-up scarecrow, battering him all the way out the door. It was simply the most beautiful thing I eva saw."