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How am I supposed to Trust her? (CHP. 23)

Dutch: "White to D4." I've been sitting on a crate outside of the shack with the wrap around dock where Dutch was planted. Muttering his chess play. Was all of this caused by a whack to the head? Or could it be the stress of having everyone depend on him. Needle and thread in hand as I sew up Arthur's infamous blue shirt with the permanent dirt stains on it. A bullet grazed the sleeve luckily only grazing Arthur's arm.

Ever since I told Arthur the truth about me being from a different time, he's been a bit distant. He's still affectionate but gives me shirt responses.

Arthur: "Y/n." My eyes flicker up as his voice grumbles my name, but he doesn't call me 'love' or 'darlin' anymore.

Y/n: "Darlin." I sigh from the discomfort of him calling me by my name.

Arthur: "How's my shirt comin along?" He asks lightly as if trying to lighten the tension.

Y/n: "I know you're upset. I hope you can find it in you to trust me again, my love for you hasn't changed."

Arthur: "I know. I do love you, ya know. I...I- I gotta go talk to Dutch." He says breezing past me.

Y/n:"....Bye..." I sigh as I toss his shirt and needle to the side, pushing myself up from the crate and make my way to my tent.

Lenny: "You alright, Y/n?" He asks cautiously as I breeze by him, grabbing the reins to the spotted apaloosa Arthur got me, and begin to walk out of camp.

Sean: "Where are you goin?"

Y/n: "Out." I say climbing into the saddle and kicking my horse into a light trot out of camp.

'Did I fuck up that badly?'

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Arthur's P.O.V.

My eyes lock onto Y/n's frustrated appearence.

'I know she ain't happy but I feel so betrayed by her.' I sigh as come down the shack porch.

Arthur: "Charles..." He seemed to be taken by Y/n's clear upset mood, he looked worried he snapped out of it and looked to me with what would seem to be a hardened gaze.

Arthur: "Will you ride with me?"

Charles: "Always." He replies calmly sheathing his machete and grabbing his revolver.

Charles: "Where we headed?"

Arthur: "Up past Butcher Creek."

Charles: "That's Murfree Brood Country." He stops checking the rounds in his revolver looking me in the eye's as if he misheard me.

Arthur: "That's why I'm asking you to ride with me?" He puts the revolver back and grab his sawed off, sheathing him on his gun belt.

Charles: "I understand."

With that we head to our horse's and mount up, riding out of camp we talk about weather to ride up to the supposed new campsite or take a boat. I say to just ride, I haven't seen Charles in sometime and I am not hesitant to say that I have missed him.

Charles: "Y/n...Is she okay?" My heart drops and my eyes flick open and glance over at Charles.

Arthur: "Why?"

Charles: "She seems upset."

Arthur: "Perhaps, never had too much luck with women."

Charles: "I don't think luck got you this far."

Arthur: "I don't know. I love her, I really do, but she just told me some things I can't quite wrap my head around."

Charles: "Mm."

Arthur: "Charles, be honest with me." I say as I gallop next to Charles, looking at him with every bit of seriousness I could muster on my face.

Arthur: "Do you love Y/n?" With that he glances at me flustered a bit.

Charles: "Yes." My admiration for Charles seemed to waver for a second.

Charles: "I respect your relationship between each other, but if you ever do go your separate ways, I will be there for her."

Arthur: "It won't happen."

Charles: "Are you sure?"

Arthur: "Here's to hopin."

Charles: "Your hoping isn't doing to well."

Arthur: "She lied to me and I'm not to sure how to handle it."

Charles: "Have you ever thought about it in her perspective?"

Arthur: "What?"

Charles: "How is she supposed to explain to you that she's from a different time/world when you introduce yourself?"

Arthur: "I-...I see your point."

Charles: "Look at what she has knows, she's kept everyone alive."

Arthur: "I suppose so. It's just, I'm supposed to protect her not the other way around." He confides.

Charles: "That's so miniscule, you're supposed to protect each other." Charles replies.

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I hitch my horse to some rat infested bar in Saint Denis. I could care less if I contract some bullshit sickness. I'll care for it later. Pushing open the double swinging doors, I glance around as I walk to the counter and take note about how empty it is. 1 guy nursing a beer at the counter, 4 playing poker, and 2 chatting in the back of the house.

'Good.'

I order a whiskey, hoping I wouldn't shit my brains out about how unsanitary this place most likely is. I put some money on the table paying for the drink and take a sigh as I contemplate how to even mend Arthur and I's relationship.

'I don't even know how tog o back even if I wanted to...Would I even really want to?' I take a big swig, throwing my head back and letting the whiskey sting and numb my mouth following through with pushing it down my throat. I twist my my head to hopefully subside the sting faster, but to no avail. I make my way to a table to sit and nurse my whiskey alone, thinking about the first interaction I had with Arthur.

Lost in thought I light up a cigarette, as heels clack against the floorboards, I glace up to see a familiar green dress with puffy shoulders and red hair walk into the bar. My eyebrows furrow as we make eye contact. Taking a small puff of the cigarette I wave her over, she obliges and glares at everyone looking at her as she makes her way to my table.

Y/n: "What are you doing here?"

Molly: "I saw Milton and his men. They've been questioning me." She looks frantic and worried as she fiddles with her hands, I slide her the whiskey.

Y/n: "Drink." She wastes no time in chugging a 1/4 of the bottle and making a sour face as she swallows.

Molly: "They questioned about Dutch and you."

Y/n: "Me?"

Molly: "They're trying to get someone to talk, about anything. They know about you and Arthur...I'm worried for Dutch...I love him, I really do." She pleads as I take the bottle back and take another sip.

Y/n: "Molly, I need you to listen to me and I want you to take me seriously. I want you to leave, I want you to get as far away as possible from Dutch." I plead.

Molly: "But."

Y/n: "But nothin! Look at how he treats you, how long you've been pleading for his affection. Molly, please...You deserve so much better, this life ain't for you. You will die if you go back to camp."

Molly: "Where am I supposed to go? I have no money."

Y/n: "Anywhere."

Molly: "What about Dut-"

Y/n: "Stop, Dutch bare-"

Molly: "Will he be okay?"

Y/n: "For right now, yes. But this ends bad for you and you deserve to be happy as well."

Molly: "Okay." She looks reluctant as she takes a deep breathe as if to settle her nerves as I take 1 more big swig and stand up.

Y/n: "We need to get you to the docks." Molly takes the bottle from my hands and chugs it. I begin to make my way out with her close behind me. Pushing past those swinging doors and looking both ways down the road as I grab the reins from the hitch post and swing them around the saddle horn, I see finely dressed men as opposite end of the street.

Y/n: "Fuck." I sigh as I climb into the saddle, I offer my hand out to Molly to help her up, she gladly takes as I pull her up. She adjusts in the saddle, wrapping her arms around my waist.

Molly: "They're looking for you, most likely."

Y/n: "Gee, thanks for the heads up." I reply sarcastically as I nudge my horse into a light trot.

Y/n: "We need to get you to the docks. Hold on." I say as I adjust the hat on my head to shade over my head and pick up the speed into a gallop past the men guarding the end of the block.

Guard 1: "Hey! You!" My horse skids along the brick road as we turn down the long and busy roads. A siren sounds into the city as I shout for people to move out of the way. My eyes glance to feathers and black silky hair. A shocked look that turned into a smirk.

Y/n: "Eagle Flies?" A gunshot sounds into the air and a bullet whizzes past us.

Molly: "What?!" She squeezes harder than before from fear.

I take a shortcut through an alley as I hear beating footsteps through the roads and screaming people. Jumping over people's fences and gardens I make my way into the main road again. People shoving eachother out of the way as we emerge from an alley, I pause for a moment as I watch men guard the block yet again. I hear a river boat sound its own horn and gallop my way towards what I believe it could be coming from. Sweat dotting my forehead and my breath heavy with adrenaline and worry. Men spot us and point their guns at us. I don't back down and keep pushing my horse to gallop. Unholstering my revolver I point at 1 of the men and begin to fire the closer we got.

My horse trampling over/past a few of them they let there own bullets fly, a few grazing my arms and legs. Adrenaline pumping through my body I keep pushing forward.

The docks soon come into my view. I pull the reins back and dismount, Molly sliding down and following behind me as we make a run for the docks, ducking and hiding behind poles and railings in hopes of losing the men and blending in with the crowd seemed to work. We soon end up in front of a of a ticket master dealing tickets.

Molly's eyes glaze over the whole board. They seemed to have a twinkle in them.

Molly: "Where should I go?"

Y/n: "Wherever you want." Our turn came after 3 minutes of waiting and me glancing around the crowd for angry men in trench coats.

Molly: "1 ticket to New York." I pull out the correct amount and hand it to the men with haste as he slides the ticket to us. We step aside for the next people as he directs us to the proper boat. I pull out more money and hand it to Molly. Tears well in her eyes as she reluctantly pockets the money.

Molly: "Y/n." She sobs.

Y/n: "No time. You need to get out of here." I guide her to the boat as she sniffles.

Molly: "Thank you."

Y/n: "You weren't that bad of a person, I enjoyed our friendship."

Molly: "I wish I wasn't so harsh to you all. I'm going to miss you."

Y/n: "I'm going to miss you too." I pull her into a tight hug until I hear shouting.

Y/n: "Take care and make good choices." With that I push her onto the ferry and take off into the crowd, dodging and weaving people and the men.

I would like to say that I successfully avoided them and went back to camp, but before I even stepped foot into the road, I felt a strong grip on my bullet graze squeeze my arm. I whip my head to the arm and follow who it belongs to.

Y/n: "Oh, you scrawny bag of dicks!"

Milton: "Some language you got there. Not surprised coming from Arthur's partner."

Y/n: "Well, look at you you actually do know something. Jerkoff." With that he strikes me with an open hand across my face, my head lolling to the side.

Y/n: "With that hit I don't know if you're trying to shut me up or turn me on."

Milton: "Like it rough don't ya. Not surprised with degenerate filth."

Y/n: "What's actually sad is that whole suit makes you look like you're mother dressed you this morning." My head gets yanked back and my eyes look up to see another man's face.

Ross: "Shut up, you bitch."

Y/n: "Suck my dick." I spit in his eye and Milton laughs.

Milton: "I can see why Morgan likes her. She's got spunk." I try to yank my arm out of his grip only for it to be tightened. I wince as the adrenaline begin's to wear off.

Milton: "Take her in for questioning." I groan.

Y/n: "You need to question your barber for that haircut." This time it's Ross's turn to chuckle.

Milton: "We'll see what you have to say when we're done with you."

Little did I know were Bill's eye's watching from the alleyway shadow's.

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3rd Person's P.O.V:

After Arthur gave Meredith a ride back home from the Murfree gang, he had sometime to ponder about Y/n and what Charle's said. Y/n was no Mary and she proved that time and time again. He was sure that he didn't want to give what he had with her up. Not again. He mentally and emotionally couldn't. His chest began to ache and his heart was in the pit of his stomach.

Arthur: "Y/n, you make me the happiest fool alive." He was determined to talk to you once he made it back to the new camp.

Arriving back to camp, he noticed everyone setting up and he began look amongst everyone for Y/n.

Sadie: "Who you lookin for?"

Arthur: "Uh.. Y/n...Ya seen her?"

Sadie: "She left before you and then Molly soon after."

Bill: "Y/n's in trouble!" He shouts running armed into camp. Arthur's eyes harden as he rushes over to Bill as does everyone else.

Dutch: "What are you on about?"

Bill: "Milton and his men picked her up."

Micah: "Think she'd talk?" Arthur, Sadie and Charles snap and glare at Micah who put his hands up in defense.

Dutch: "She's not like that."

Micah: "How much do you really trust her?"

Arthur: "Shut your god damn mouth if you know what's good for you." He threatens walking up to Micah.

Javier: "Where is she?"

Bill: "I didn't see where they took her but they stayed in Saint Denis."

Lenny: "That doesn't help us."

Sean: "We still have to look for her!"

Dutch: "Yes, alright. Micah, Bill and the women stay and watch camp the rest of you mount up and let's go."

Arthur was the first on his horse, Lenny, Charles and Sadie close behind.

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Y/n's P.O.V

Milton: "What is Dutch planning?" I fiddle with the rope restraints around my wrists as I scan the abandoned building for a way out.

Y/n: "A nice candle light dinner with your mom." Another slap to my already bruised face and busted lip. Blood begin's to pool in my mouth as I slouch over to spit it out.

Ross: "Why are you making it so hard on yourself?" I sit back up and sigh.

Milton: "Do you think they actually care for you?"

Ross: "Arthur Morgan is a ruthless killer, he cares for no-one but his loyalty for Dutch."

Y/n: "Get his name out of you mouth. You know nothing about him or Dutch." He goes to raise his hand again, but before he gets his hand close enough to hit me I open my mouth and bear my teeth into Ross' fist. He grunts in pain as I bite down as hard as I can for as long as I can before Milton pulls me off. Blood pours out of his knuckle.

Ross: "You bitch!" He begins to stomp up to me only for Milton to stop him.

Milton: "Calm down. If she won't talk we can't keep her here forever." With that he undoes the bindings around my wrists and I take the chance to run out of the building.

I was surprised at how unguarded the buidling was. I smell rain in the air as the clouds cover up the sun light and darkness begins to gloom over Saint Denis. I begin to wander the streets before I commit to returning to camp. Rubbing my wrists to relieve the previous pain from the ropes.

Little droplets begin to fall to the ground and tears prick my eyes. I lean against a building and wait for the rain to fall heavier before sobbing.

Y/n: "What am I doing?" I don't bother to wipe the tears from my eye's.

Charles: "Y/n!" My head turns to the familiar voice as I'm not sure if it's real.

Charles: "Arthur! She's close!" I soon hear heavy footsteps round the corner I was on and almost knock me to the ground only for there arms to wrap around me and shush me. I hear another set of steps and a gunbelt. The 1 I've grown to love. Charles rubbing circles into my back, which was sort of soothing

Arthur: "Y/n!" Unsure of where to put his hands they graze over my body, before taking off his coat and draping it around my shoulders. Arthur pulls me into a tight embrace and pulls us to the ground. My sobs becoming louder.

Arthur: "I know girl. It'll be okay." He says planting kisses all over my face and hands, before grabbing my head and making me look at him, his deep blue orbs embracing my e/c gaze taking away the pain I was feeling in that time. He said something I couldn't quite understand as thunder began rolling from the sky. The look of worry and stress he had on his face, how could I ever think he doesn't love me.

Y/n: "Wha-" He pulls my face into his for a deep kiss. 1 that made more tears fall, good thing for the rain or I would've been soaking Arthur's face. I didn't fight him and he didn't fight for dominance either, our tongues danced together as he gripped my face.

Arthur: "Let's get you home." He says pulling away resting his forehead against mine.

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