•sequel to glitched•
Two years after the destruction of the Machine (and in turn, the destruction of the world as we know it) humankind has adapted to survive- forming large gangs that were constantly at war with one another in the fight for food a...
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Truth.
••• District_45 year 02 post great shock •••
Chelsie POV
"Look at his little hands!" The tall, tattooed, pale redhead laughed throatily, her tough demeanor melting as she rocked Finn back and forth.
I smiled, keeping a close eye on my baby in the woman's hands.
"I'm Tasha," she introduced herself, eyes leaving Finn's face for the first moment after I had allowed her to hold him. "Chelsie," I replied, smiling in way of greeting.
"You look young, not a day over twenty at the most. Who did wrong by you, hon?" Tasha asked, catching me entirely off guard.
"Excuse me?" I choked
"I had a baby at seventeen, thanks to a drug slipped into my beer and a hormonal jerk. I know that look in your eyes because it used to be the look I saw in the mirror every morning."
"Is your baby... did... I..." I stuttered, not sure what to say.
"He was four, at preschool when the shock came." She said with a sad smile. "His eyes were blue, just like your little boy's."
I didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I could and wrapped an arm around Tasha's broad shoulders. "I'm so sorry, I can't imagine losing Finn... it must hurt. So much."
"It does, but woman have been losing their babies from the beginning of time. I'm not the first and I won't be the last. All we can do is treasure what we have while we have it." She gently transferred a now-sleeping Finn over to my arms with a smile.
I took him, cradling his head against my chest. Funny, I would never have expected this tough looking woman to be someone who understood so much, although you would think that after Theo and Yulia I would have learned to stop judging by appearances.
I inwardly winced, even thinking of the two of them made something in me hurt. The betrayal still felt like a slap on the face, one that would leave a red hand-shaped mark.
I heard the sound of footsteps on the rocky ground coming closer to me and whipped my head around to spot the hot boss guy coming closer. Instinctively, I tightened my arms around Finn. You never knew who could be trusted, no matter how good looking. Actually- in my experience- especially if they were good looking.
Trust was a tedious thing. The people you think you can trust often can't and the ones who actually are trustworthy are often pushed out of the picture by those who aren't, leaving you starkly alone in a world full of smoke and mirrors.
