Traveler trilogy Book 2, updates every Friday!
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, h...
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I won't lie. This might be a VERY triggering chapter for some people. It contains a scene that leads up to a rape (Although I didn't really describe the rape event itself in any significant detail because that's just disgusting and not the point), and some very graphic aftermath, including a near attempt at suicide. I set off the worst part of the chapter with hashtags so you can skip it if you want, but if you are easily triggered by either of those things, it might be best to sit this one out entirely. Just a word of warning. I will not judge you at all in the slightest if you skip this chapter.
~Alex
It rained as though it would never stop. These afternoon thunderstorms that tended to pop up in the heat of the afternoon to soak the world with a deluge of warm, soothing rain happened more frequently now, and it was some of the heaviest rain Jenny had ever experienced. Big, fat, tropical droplets plopped onto the brim of her hat, soaking her in seconds. She disliked guard duty out here in the woods, but it was a necessary part of camp life.
The longer she stood out here in the rain, clutching her rifle to her chest, the more she felt odd, as though someone was watching her. Her worst fears were realized only a few minutes later, when someone came up behind her and clamped their hand over her mouth. "Don't make a goddamn sound," Micah whispered in her ear. "Ease that repeater down nice and slow, or not even Arthur will be able to find our body."
Only the cold pressure of his revolver pressed against her ribcage could prevent her from screeching in anger and attacking him. She'd seen him kill innocent people in Strawberry without hesitation, so he wouldn't put it past him in the slightest to shoot her. "I'm supposed to be on guard duty," Jenny whimpered weakly, her fearless facade melting as she realized why he was here. He didn't mean to kill her, which meant he was only after one thing. And he'd chosen the perfect time to do it.
The massive, fat raindrops on the dense foliage of the Lemoyne woods, coupled with the whipping winds and occasional bolt of lightning created a cacophony of noise that dampened all other sounds. Even if she screamed for help, no one would hear her. She doubted anyone would even be able to hear a gunshot over the din.
"Ain't no bad folk gonna be out in this," Micah whispered, pressing his nose to her neck, right at her hairline behind her ear and sniffing deeply, as though her scent intoxicated him. "I seen you and Morgan together in bed yesterday. Don't take a genius to know what you got up to."
"It wasn't what you think," Jenny tried, desperately trying to fend him off with words as he pushed her deeper into the woods near camp with the barrel of his gun. The sound of the rain on the leaves grew even louder, if that were possible. Not quite as loud, though, as the hammering of her heart in her chest as she panicked. Sadie wasn't here to save her this time. No one knew what was happening to her.
"It was exactly what I think," Micah crooned nastily, spinning her around violently by the shoulder and shoving her back into a tree. His gun now pressed against her lower abdomen, right below her navel. "But you was mine before you was Morgan's. Don't ever forget that. Part of me wants to make sure he knows that."
