Hello (Micah Bell x Reader)

Idiot

"Your an idiot, you know." I grumble out with irritation. I put my life on the line to get him his freedom, an yet here he is tied to a damn tree...

"I-I know... I'm r-really sorry Y-y/n.." He stuttered out with a red face. I can feel him shifting by how the rope is rubbing agains the dead tree.

"Hey O'Driscoll, need a drink?" Micah called out to me with a smirk, I just stare at him for a minute until I realized what he was asking.

"Sure." I call out with a small smile, he chuckles and walks over holding a whiskey bottle. Once he is in front of me he takes a swig an then places it on my lips slowly tilting it up, I take slow an small sips. Feeling the burning liquid run down my throat and into my belly. After a couple of sips he pulls it away an takes a sip himself.

"I'm surprised you took it, even when you saw me take a drink from it." He murmured with a slight blush on his cheeks, I couldnt tell if it was because hes drunk or because I took a sip frm his bottle.

"Well it was possibly going to be my last drink, so I took it before it was to late." I state with a blank stare.

"You got a point there O'driscoll, but who knows you might become one of the whores in this gang. Dutch doesn't really like killing women and children."

I nod to his statement and sigh, I miss my home back with my older brothers and pa, mama died from the flu. I miss her dearly..

"You good O'driscoll? You look alittle low there deary." Chuckled Micah, to admit I forgot he was still standing there..

"Yea, just stuck 'n thought." I grumble out with a sign of irritation. Micah nods and walked off while drinking his whiskey.

"Man your lucky your female.. They haven't offered me any alcohol to drink at all, they only give me small amounts of food and water." Keiran grumbled with a hint of jealousy in his voice, I dont blame the guy.

"I'm sorry... I would help but well, I'm not in the best position right now.."

"It's fine Y/n, its not your fault. I promise."

I nod and slowly start to nod off, sleep finally calls to me.

------------------------morning----------------------

"Hey, wake up."

"Y/n, come on wakey wakey."

I feel a slap on my cheek, not to hard to hurt but hard enough to give my cheek a small stinging sensation.

"Nng, I'm up, I'm up!" I whimper out rubbing my cheek in my shoulder. Dutch nods and glares at a beaten up Kieran.

"Good, your easier to wake up than that cowpoke." He grumbled and looked over at Micah who looked at me with a smirk on his face, he must have been the one to slap me.

"Ok kid, your going to answer all my questions and honestly. Understand missy?"

"Yes, I understand."

"What happened for you to get shot?"

That question.. The same one Micah asked me when he found me. So I told him, I told him how Colm left me for dead, he just laughed and ran away like a coward. I told him where I last saw Colm, and the last time I worked for the O'Driscolls. Dutch nodded and smiled when I was done.

"Thank you for your candor, your not as stubborn as that pile of shit."

"Well why would I hide Colm when he betrayed me, his own mercenary?"

"True, you my friend shall walk around camp but you can not leave without an escort for now. You have gained my trust but not enough to leave camp by yourself."

I nod with excitement and giggle when I feel Micah's knife sawing st the ropes that help my wrist to the tree stump.

Freedom, freedom at last. Well some freedom, but its better than none.