A Need {Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer x Reader}

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １１】

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎Y/N☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

"Johnny, can you make sure that generator is still runnin'?" Sissy said as her and I were slicing apples.

Pa left this morning. It was now noon and Sissy decided we should make apple pie. So, me being me, I decided to help her. It was helping me take my mind off the events that happened these past few days.

Johnny grumbled something before leaving the kitchen to go check the generator. Bubba and Nubbins were down in the basement. Sissy hummed quietly as we worked on cutting and peeling the apples.

As we worked, there was a sudden crash down in the basement. I looked up from my work, startled by the sound. Sissy sighed and shook her head.

"Stay here, sugar, and roll out that dough." She said as she went to the basement to investigate.

I then sprinkled flour on the counter and the rolling pin. Johnny came back inside as I began to roll out the dough. I could feel his eyes on me as I worked out the dough with the pin.

"Instead of staring, you can help me."

"Nah, ain't my thing."

I rolled my eyes and continued rolling out the dough. I ignored Johnny's lingering presence right behind me. I felt him watch over my shoulder. I peeked behind me and noticed Johnny concentrating on my movements. He seemed very interested in what I was doing.

"Do you not know how to roll dough?"

Johnny glared slightly at me and scoffed. I chuckled at his response and shook my head and grabbed his hands placing them on the pin. His arms trapped me between him and the counter as I made him move the pin back and forth across the dough.

"You want to press it down hard, but not to the point where it's ripping apart." I explained as I guided him.

He rested his chin on my shoulder as we worked out the dough together. I didn't even notice Sissy enter the kitchen until she let out a squeal. We both looked her way with a jump. She had a wide smile on her face as she clapped her hands excitedly.

"I'm so glad you two are gettin' along again!" Sissy smiled.

I felt my face heat up. Johnny cleared his throat and excused himself out of the kitchen. Sissy and I continued making the apple pie. Once it was in the oven, her and I went out to the shed to grab a few things.

Apparently, she had a photo album stored there and she wanted to show me it as we waited for the pie to bake. I noticed all the broken boxes and crates, as well as the broken window. Sissy was about to kneel down on some broken glass, so I stopped her.

"Sissy, let me get it. You're wearing a dress; you'll get all cut up."

"Aw thank you, sugar." She smiled and stepped back. I kneeled down to grab the box she was reaching for.

I placed it on the workbench and opened it up. Sissy searched throughout the box before pulling out a big black book.

"Let's head back inside."

I followed Sissy back into the kitchen, where we then went into the dining room and sat at the table. She flipped open the book to the first page. She kept flipping through the pages, stopping to show me pictures here and there.

Sissy stopped on a page, and I noticed a little boy standing next to an older woman. He was smiling happily at the camera as the woman was smiling kindly at the boy. They seemed so happy. The boy was smiling such a big toothy grin, I noticed he was missing his front tooth.

"Sissy, is that Johnny?" I pointed to the picture and Sissy nodded with a smile.

"He was such a sweet boy." Sissy sighed happily then pointed at the women. "That's Nancy, Johnny's mother."

The woman was very pretty in her flowery dress. She seemed like a typical mother. The timer went off, so Sissy got up to go get the pie out of the oven. I continued flipping through the old pages of the photo album. There were so many pictures of the family looking so happy and very much normal.

Not a single photo had any type of indication that these people were murderers. It made me realize even more that these people were human just like me. They all had feelings; they all had a purpose in life.

I smiled at the photo of Johnny as a baby. He seemed to be 2 or 3 years old. It made me wonder what our kids would look like.

My mind froze... Did I really feel that way towards Johnny? After everything, I still had that irritating feeling of attraction towards him. The way my heart would flutter every time he looked in my direction.

I can't just forgive him that easily. There is just something about him. I can't help but want to forgive him. The way my heart melts at the thought of us being together in any way. Then there is the guilt. He killed the people I loved.

Sissy broke me out of my thoughts by placing the baked apple pie in front of me.

"We did one hell of a great job, sugar!" 

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