"To thine own self be true" Yellowstone fanfiction

chapter 26 "the ballad of Jayne"

1983

My grandfather often took me to the rodeos and actions with him. He thought it would be a great experience. It also gave my parents some space to worry about my younger siblings more and me less. He always held my hand and kept an eye on me no matter what. My granddaddy was about 63 at this point. Around the age of my father now. He held me on the fence as I stared out into the stadium of the horse auction. I kicked my little legs that held small cowboy boots at the ends of them. "I like that white one papa" I stared at the large tamed horse in awe. "Well honey suckle, that one is a mare I'm looking for a hunky stud" he chuckled as he patted my thigh. I looked down at my tiny dirty hands. "What's the difference pa?" I looked back up at him. "One is a girl and one is a boy. A Mare is a lady. A stud is a wild boy. Don't you mess with no studs you hear?" I gave him a nod from underneath the small cowboy hat on my head "yes papa" he picked me up setting me on the ground. My grandfather stepped away for a moment to speak to some buddies about the for sale horses. I glanced over my shoulder at a man whispering to me. I stepped over to him. "Yes sir?" I questioned. He had an evil grin. Almost revenge like. He frightened me. "Is that your papa?" He questioned. I looked behind my tiny body at my 6 foot something grandfather. "why yes sir it is" I put my tiny hands in my pockets with a smile upon my cheeks. "Well your daddy called. He wanted me to take you to see the big white ponies. How's that sound?" He questioned. My face lit up. "Okay!" The scary man held out his hand. Like a fool I grasped his hand. I followed his lead all the way outside to the parking lot. "I don't see no ponies?" My tiny voice called. "They're right down the road sweetie" he opened his truck door helping me in. "My daddy says I can't ride in the front seat without my boosted seat!" I put my hands on my teeny hips. "Well your old man said it was okay with him this one time. He said I'm the best driver he knew" although my father didn't actually say these things, my father did still know this man. My dad thought for a fact this man went to prison. The man drove off with 6 year old me. I was small and frail but still filled with spit fire. I remember driving for a very long time. To the point where I was starting to feel scared. It had been almost two hours at this point. "I wanna go home. I miss papa". My lip curled as I began to cry. "Shut up you! I told you! They're giving you away! You belong to me now!" I shook my head as I sobbed teeny tears. "No! No! My daddy would never! I'm his Twitty girl! I want my daddy!" I cried harder. The man took his fist driving it into my skull. He jerked the wheel sending the truck into the shoulder of the road. He gained control of the truck. I held my head as I cried harder. "Damn it!!" He gritter his teeth angrily. He pulled off into a dead end street. He grabbed me by my shoulders. "Would you cut the shit! You're never going home! Never!" He held his giant hands over my tiny throat. He began to squeeze. Looking back now I noticed as we drove he would continually sniffle into his fist. This man was higher than a wind mill. I clawed at his fists that clenched around my throat. "Hold the fuck still!!" He was sweating, his eyes were bugging out of his head. I reached up then scrapped the son of a bitch in his eyeballs. He yelled something great. He firmly pressed his palms into his eyes. I reached my hands up to the door unlocking the passenger side. I jumped out running down the gravel dead end. As I ran I ran straight into the street. Cars headlights blinded me as I did the same to the man behind me. Cars honk, drivers yelled, but as for me I ran far as my small legs could take me. I was crying, sobbing hysterically. It all came to a stop when I noticed flashing lights coming towards me. I waved my small arms. The officer jumped out of his vehicle bolting his way towards me. "I want my daddy!" I yelled. The officer kneeled down. I was breathing and sobbing so hard I couldn't let out anymore words. "Relax honey. You're safe now. Can you tell me your name?" He pet my hair out of my face. "T.... Twitty d... Dutton...I..I..want my daddy!" I balled. His eyes widened as he looked back at his partner. The large man reached over his shoulder at his radio "we found her. I repeat we found the duttons daughter" after some time the whole area was covered by flashing lights and police everywhere. They asked me many questions, many consisting of the word sexual abuse, that I didn't
Experience. "Twitty!?" A voice yelled. My eyes lit up. "Daddy!" I cheered. I jumped out of a police vehicle and dove straight into my father's arms. "Daddy!!" I cried. He held my head into his neck. He held me so tightly. "Oh baby... I'm so sorry... Daddies here honey.... You're alright now" I remember he didn't let go for hours. He held me as long as he could. "We've got the suspect. Found him running into the woods. She nearly scratched him blind" the officer spoke. My father put me down on the ground. My grandfather held my hand. "Don't you run off like that again" he kneeled down in front of me. I looked at him with sad wet lashes. "I'm so sorry papa" he shook his head as he held my face. "I ain't mad honey suckle. I ain't mad one bit" I glanced over his shoulder as he held my in a hug. I watched my father beating the day lights out of the man who kidnapped me. My father stepped away from the man. The man was unrecognizable once my father was done with him.

When we got home my mother put me to bed. I was known for leaving my bed and never wanting to sleep. So I sat on the top of the stairs to be nosey. "You will never be responsible for my child again"

"I never let her out of my sight John. She was always right beside me. Always. The one time I looked away for a second. I will never forgive myself believe me"

"He tried to kill her he tried to strangle her. She's...she's scard for the rest of her life now dad...w..what do I do!" My father's voice cracked as tears formed in his eyes. "You take her out son... Don't...don't let her think for a moment that she's vulnerable. Make her feel powerful. Take her to work with you. Man her up. Distract her" he took my dad into his arms as my father let out small sobs. I felt guilty that my father was feeling this way. I vow to myself to never make my father feel like this again.
"She's so young...she's so innocent.."

"This is no one's fault"

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