Red Dead Redemption 2 - One Shots, Lemons and Imagines

Sadie Adler: A New Friend

(This is not the story of two lovers. It is a tale of two friends, partners in crime if you will. Once the reader had set eyes on the broken widow named Sadie Adler, she knew she was now determined to become close to her, be anything she needed. Sadie of course didn't want to feel like a victim, she knew she was strong. But there is something different about the reader, different enough to where she lets her in.) 

Word Count: 1962

Reader's Point of View: 

   From the looks of it, this woman had just been through hell and back. 

   The blonde had been brought in, only wearing her simple nightie and boots, a warm blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her beautiful long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, a wild look shot through her brown eyes. I also half expected those eyes to be red and puffy from crying, considering she had just lost her home and who sounded like her husband thanks to those goddamn O'Driscoll jackals. 

   Dutch had brought her in, and even though we are currently on the run because of his and Micah's mess in Blackwater, she decided to stay. When they had first brought her inside, I had been standing off to the sidelines, honestly just trying not to get in the way and be a burden. The look that she had given me as she passed by me... I don't want to say that it was a look that cried for help, or a look of complete anger. It seemed to be a mixture of helplessness, maybe a tad bit of anger. Considering all that Arthur had told me, what had happened up there, I could understand why she would even be the least bit angry. She had just lost her home, thanks to Micah antagonizing her, and had lost her husband to a bunch of lowlifes and murderers. She lost everything. And that realization hit hard with me somehow. 

   For quite awhile, she remained fairly silent. It seemed as though she had somewhat of a dead fish look in her eyes. Like she had lost all purpose in life that night. The other women of the camp, excluding Molly of course, had decided to give much of their attention to her. Many of us chipped in when it came to replacing her clothing, gifting her many dresses, blouses and skirts. There seemed to be a part of her that despised the charity she was being gifted. But considering her situation, she accepted the clothes and hospitality nevertheless. 

   Soon enough, we had decided to relocate once more after the boys and Dutch managed to pull of a train heist, the information being gifted to them by a straggler O'Driscoll that Arthur managed to lasso and tie up. As we moved down the mountains and into the Heartlands, it seemed as though Bill had taken a liking to the O'Driscoll. And when I say 'taking a liking', I mean that he had taking a liking to mentally torturing the shivering, sniffling wimp. 

   Honestly, relocating the entire camp this time around didn't seem too bad, considering where we had moved to. Horseshoe was a serene little area, looking over a cliff at a picture perfect view of the mountains that we had just escaped. At the edge of the camp, there were a small handful of boulders that allowed viewers to take a load off and enjoy the scenery before them. One of these viewers had been the new woman. 

   I happened to be in the middle of a chore, being's that I was in the middle of settling into the camp just as everyone else was. However, when I noticed the blonde sitting off by herself, a book closed in her hands, seemingly distracted by the view of where her home remained in embers, I felt my heart go out to her. 

   Sitting down a bag of my clothes by my tent, I made my way cautiously over to her, not wanting to really startle her. The woman just stared out into the view, losing herself within it's vast beauty. I wish I was able to do that more often, honestly. 

   "Pretty, huh?" I asked her. Her head snapped to look over her shoulder at me, breaking her from her trance. Way to go, I thought to myself. You didn't want to startle her and somehow, you managed to do just that anyway. Her brown eyes met mine only for a small second before turning themselves back to the mountains. "Yeah... I guess." She responded quietly. I sat on the ground beside her, allowing her to have the whole boulder. She didn't seem too bothered my presence, still doing her best to focus on the view rather then me. Finally swallowing a bit of my nervous, I stood to my feet and thrust my hand out to her. This caused her to look at me once more and give me somewhat of a look of confusion.