Bad Blood // Micah Bell (Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)

49 - Molly O'Shea

The next afternoon arrived fairly quickly but that was probably due to Natasha sleeping in.

As her eyes opened, she instantly felt her cheeks burn pink as she thought about last night.

They kissed! Natasha Fiore and Micah Bell kissed! And they both liked it.

She covered her face with both of her hands, trying to suppress the giggle that was bubbling up inside of her as the thought of their bodies pressed against eachother, the surprisingly gentle touch of his hands on her; it was just unreal.

Deciding not to fantasise about last night, she got ready for the day ahead and left her tent, keeping her head down. She didn't know how she would react upon seeing Micah, a part of her believed that he would just sack her off and wanted to pretend that nothing did happen. It was Micah after all.

She was kind of relieved when she didn't see him around camp and she also noticed that his horse was gone so she could compose herself slightly more.

"I heard you're joining us this evening?" She looked to her side to see John walking towards her, Arthur by his side.

"I am, if that's okay with you two." She beamed up at them.

"Of course. You're one of our best shots." Arthur complimented her, sucking on the cigarette he had in between his lips.

She nodded appreciatively and sat with the two outlaws for a while, just talking about plans and a game of fiver finger fillet with the rest of the camp here and there.

Natasha had separated herself from the group after a few hours and walked around the back of camp, just taking in her surroundings like she usually did. She stopped however when she saw Miss O'Shea on one of the docks, screaming and shouting at the water in front of her.

A part of her just wanted to leave her be but she knew if the roles were reversed, she'd want someone to check on her.

"Miss O'Shea?" She asked softly, catching the red-haired woman's attention straight away, making her turn around briskly to see Natasha, watching her with a look of confusion. "Everything alright?"

"What do you want?" She spat at her, her accent thick and full of hatred as Natasha creaked on the wooden dock, edging closer to her.

"I just wanted to see if you were alright... you clearly ain't." Natasha pointed out, scanning her facial features. She had heavy bags under her eyes, her skin was blotchy from lack of sleep and crying. Her face was much thinner than Natasha had remembered... she just looked awful.

Molly didn't reply, instead, she turned her back on he again and took in a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Why doesn't he love me?"

Natasha crossed her arms over her chest and gave the woman a sympathetic look although she wasn't facing her. She knew that she was talking about Dutch.

"I don't know, Molly." She replied honestly, moving more slower towards her until she was stood next to her.

"I hear them all laughing at me... h-how they know Dutch has eyes for other women in camp. Eyes for you." The last part came out hatefully, glaring at Natasha as she looked ahead.

Natasha blinked and glanced over to Molly to which she instantly looked away and looked down at her shoes. "I want to be good enough, y'know? "

"You are good enough-"

"No, I want to be like you!" Molly erupted, throwing her pocket mirror that she had to the ground, shattering it completely.

Natasha stared at her with wide-eyes at her sudden outburst but she didn't flinch as Molly came closer to her. "I want to be like you." She repeated, her eyes glossing over.