Scarlett Young was alone when San Francisco fell, the bombs quaking the ground beneath her heavily treading feet as she ran for her life. The government wasn't coming to save us, they were exterminating us. Her only concern is finding her mother, cl...
A/n: I am so very sorry to all of the readers on this book for neglecting and starving you. Please forgive me, as I'll be releasing new chapters to this as much as I can. I've recovered from my writers block I think <3
Please enjoy chapter twelve of Slow Dancing, mwah.
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When night fell, the ranch was surrounded by strategically placed fires. Scarlett knew what was coming, her gut was never wrong. Taqa was retaliating. There was no more legal battles, no more political interference, this was the apocalypse.
Anything goes now.
Scarlett was on a different team the next day, doing recon in every direction a fire had been placed. She hasn't seen Troy since they got back. She also found it off that she hadn't seen Mike, or Gretchen, or even her mother. All day Scarlett was growing more and more suspicious, and her walkie suddenly sprang to life. Nicks voice coming through.
"Scar—let? Troy is——- it's bad!" That's all she heard through the static, sharing a nod with another soldier she didn't know the name of and taking off back towards the ranch.
Her feet slapped the ground as she saw a familiar rv trying to leave the ranch, and an angry Jeremiah punching Troy clean across the jaw.
"HEY! JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Scarlett barked at the three grown men. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at the windshield. "Everyone shut the fuck up, and explain. Now." She ordered.
"Scarlett! Scarlett honey we can't stay here! Vernon is taking our family away from this place for our safety and I- I can't let them go without me....i ....my children need their mother." Her mother greedily spoke, it was like she was begging to be killed here and now for her shit choice in words.
"If I ever see you again, I will kill you. You were and are a shitty mother, and I'm more than glad I never gave you the opportunity to reconcile with me. Get the fuck out of here." Scarlet growled out, sending a bullet into the air just above the rv as she stood to the side and watched it leave.
Big Otto made his way to the girl angrily, Madison calling for him to slow down. He gripped her by the bicep, making Troy tense. Scarlett gave him a look that could kill, if she willed it so. She pressed the burning hot tip of her handgun to his arm.
"Touch me or him ever again and I'll show you methods worse than an abusive father. Like it or not I'm one of the best soldiers you have right now, and the color of my skin compares nothing to the intelligence I harbor. So you'll sit when I tell you to sit, and stay when I tell you to stay, like a dog, if you want to keep your, Sorry. Ass. Ranch. Jeremiah." Scarlett seethed. The old man was genuinely taken aback, he didn't know whether to respect the vile younger woman for her cold words, or harm her for her disrespect. "Before you start letting those rusty gears inside your head to turn in the thoughts of what you think you can do to me in her absence, let me remind you who the soldiers will choose. It's not you." She spat before ripping her arm out of his grip, and pulling her handgun away which had left a hole in his flannel and a small burn on his arm.
