Messy - Abby Anderson x Fem Reader

Chapter 16 - Why are you going off course?

A month later...

The sun hangs low on the horizon as I trudge through the overgrown streets of what was once a bustling suburb. The air's thick with an eerie stillness today though that sets my nerves on edge. As long as it's nothing worse than runners though.

Well, if I do run into a runner and get a scratch or two, Abby will no doubt keep me nestled in bed for the rest of the evening when I get back. The thought forces a smile to tug on my lips.

Yes, everything has been going perfect with Abby. Every day has only gotten better and despite Mel's odd looks, which I try to brush off since she is heavily pregnant, Abby's become so much nicer.

Maybe it's because Owen isn't around. Which, fuck, it sounds selfish of me to say but I know that if he were still alive, she wouldn't have made any move to fix things between us. With a deep sigh, I continue my walk.

I didn't take my horse today as I figured the weather was nice enough, and the patrol logs from the past few days seemed calm enough to assure me to go on foot.

As I round the corner of a worn down building, I notice something glinting on the gravel further away from the path. Approaching cautiously, I narrow my eyes.

And there's no denying the familiarity of the item.

There, half-buried in the pebbles, is the very same silver chain I had given Jesse back at the theatre.

"No way," I whisper to myself, kneeling to retrieve it. As the necklace dangles from my cold fingers, its pendant sways gently with the breeze and I'm hit with the memories of what happened literally a month ago. But there's no mistaking that this is the very same necklace I gave Jesse.

I clutch the necklace tightly, my mind racing. How did it end up here? Is Jesse nearby? Holy fuck. I gotta...

I glance at my wrist watch, then back at the path I'm supposed to follow. Protocol dictates that I stick to my assigned route and report back at the designated time, and Abby wouldn't react kindly to me breaking that rule. It is what keeps us safe after all.

But the weight of the necklace in my hand feels heavier than that regulation. So, taking a deep breath, my decision crystallises.

With one last look at my intended path, I stand and head in the opposite direction.

Is Jesse okay? Why would he be here? How would he be here? Was he looking for me? Fuck, okay.

Let's just find him in case he's in danger. Why else would he be separated from this necklace?

Short chapter but I got plans😋