Know My Name - a RDR2 Story

One Loss After Another

Let me tell you a story about a young woman who fell into two crowds: the good and the bad.
Of course, there are pros and cons to each category, but I suppose it only depends on the way you look at it...

TW!: violence
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Camp was relatively quiet tonight. As the sun set over the horizon, the mountains in the distance standing tall in front of the star, the sky darkened and revealed the thousands of stars above.

Elliotte had always found the stars rather enchanting. But of course, when you lived in a basement for months on end, everything outside is beautiful. But stars... God, how she loved the stars.

Elliotte sat next to the older gentleman with white hair. Kam had instructed her not to stray far from him in case something was to happen. Opposed to the idea of being kidnapped or taken advantage of, she followed the old man around.

What she didn't anticipate, however, was his early bedtime. And maybe when everyone began to drink around the fires and return to their tents was when Elliotte was supposed to go to sleep, but she just couldn't shake the nauseating feeling that sat in her chest every waking moment Kam was away. Hosea, she learnt his name was, had gone to bed around 9, maybe 9:30pm--or at least that's what the watch that she had pawned off of the camp leader said. 

She sat on the chair next to Hosea's cot, her hands in her lap as she stared at the horses that rested by the edge of camp. Kieran had gone to bed not too long ago after finishing up his chores. Elliotte would've liked to go and talk to him, but after seeing how the other camp members treated him with such aggression and disrespect, she'd rather not be caught in the crossfires.

And so, Elliotte waited for Kam to return. Silently staring up at the stars as she wondered what was taking her savior so long to come back.

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You know what's even worse than drowning?
Being suffocated.
You know what's worse than being suffocated?
Being choked out by the man you thought you could trust.

God, it was Damon all over again.

The nicely organized desk had been ruined the moment Kam's body was pushed against the edge of the desk, papers, files, and notes going all over the floors. Had her legs not been pinned by his, she would've climbed onto the desk to obtain some kind of advantage.

But no. Pierce wasn't going to make it easy for her.

The hands that once cupped her cheeks and roamed over her hips now gripped her throat in a deathly hold, as if he was trying to snap her neck. But with the force he was using, he might as well be. Maybe in a different life, Kam would've liked him to use his hands on her neck and choke her out, but that was not this life. Now this time period. Not this universe.

Kam's hands grappled for anything of use she could use, her teeth gritted, and her nostrils flared, eyes practically bulging from her skull. She stared up at Pierce, her eyes wide and glossy as his person became blurred with tears. The stinging of not being able to breathe had brought tears to her eyes.

He was right. She should've just stayed in the kitchen.

"Pier-- Pi--" Kam could barely get his name out, her brows knitting together as she stared up at the man before her.

"And yet you have kissed me once and stolen my heart twice."

Fake words said by a fake man over a fake relationship. How foolish Kam had been.