MasukLife, as it has been told, is hard.There are no seconds chances, no redo’s, and absolutely no make-up’s for all of the years that one is forced to breathe, to walk, to push through all of the challenges that wish to crack every single one of your bones only to force you to stand back up and carry on with a smile.But to escape life, it wasn’t as difficult as it is to live life; in fact, it was simpler. Easier. Faster to take your own life at your own hands, and for Cassidy, that was enough to get her through the day. Dodge and Mateo had long since departed to Lord knows where, instructing Cassidy to stay where she lay and don’t move, but they should’ve tied her down if they didn’t want her to move about; the thought made her almost chuckle.Almost.But now Cassidy hardly recognized herself in the dirty old mirror that was hung up upon the wall; her once golden hair now seemed bland, porcelain skin too white, too sickly, and everything about her screamed death. In fact, she thought t
Thomas couldn’t keep his eyes off of the cross made up of plain oak wood that was planted into the ground, fresh dirt piled and showed that death could come at anytime, that thought alone; he fisted his blood laced handkerchief that was housed in his pocket, ignoring the goosebumps that painted his skin.Being close to God had its ups and downs, not everyone could possibly understand and Thomas knew that everyone had their own beliefs, but… There were a few times he doubted God and had paid the price for it, though staring down to the fresh grave made those times zip past him.“Did ya know the poor bastard?” A familiar voice drew Thomas from his thoughts, yanking him back down to earth and he huffed a sigh as he turned around to face Ruby.Today, her hair was pulled back into a loose braid and her clothes the most modest Thomas had ever seen on her figure, surprising him, and she smiled knowingly before speaking.“Just ‘cuz I’m some whore don’t mean I gotta dress like one Tom,” She sn
“You stubborn ass!” Dodge pushed the plate of food closer with a glare, the force making the last season grapes roll slightly and almost over the end of the plate.“You foul mouth carcass!” She spat right back with a rough cough and huffed, her arms crossing over her linen shirt covered chest before wincing in pain and those blue eyes of hers trained on the window outside with a permanent scowl etched onto that pale face.“Eat.” Dodge pushed, having enough of Cassidy’s stubborn attitude.Last night was enough to send him off the deep end, scared that when she fell asleep in the early hours of this morning that she might not wake back up, and when Mateo returned late last night, she only smiled softly; Dodge wasn’t used to
He froze as he saw her, dropping both saddle tact without a care, and rushed forward, falling on his knees to the side of the small bed, and took her pale hand; she was cold. Almost as cold as ice up north during winter and he was surprised her pale lips weren’t blue… Her face was calm unlike her usual sarcastic-don’t-give-a-care-in-the-world expression, blonde locks of beauty crowning her head, and those blue gems closed. What the hell-“Her side,” Mateo grunted out and it was just then Dodge looked down and saw her corset had been cut open, breasts on display, but Dodge didn’t pay any attention to them; instead he focused on the ever deepening crimson colored shirt that Mateo pressed into her side.“Shit.” He spat.
Dodge couldn’t help but stare…How had this happened so quickly?Everything had just happened so damn quickly.Cassidy’s once beautiful blush pink dress with lace ruffles now ripped, her corset showing boldly and stained with crimson, curls undone and scattered, and only her skirt seemed roughly intact; was he too late? He could’ve- No, wanted to prevent this, but he was too late.“Dodge-” Cassidy’s voice could hardly be heard against the silence of the night; it held a softness Dodge wasn’t used to on anyone and he could compare
And arm candy, she was.After Cassody was shown around to the town's people, who only listened and admired her thanks to Silas' looming threat and waving pistol, she was finally relieved from her heeled boot covered feet as Silas pushed her down into one of the front row wooden chairs.It squeaked from age or the heavy pale pink fabric that clung to Cassidy much to her dismay, or perhaps it was both; she didn't care, in fact her thoughts were only trained on three things: her friends, the deal, and if the two would clash against each other.She already knew the answer.Dodge spent all day watching his goddess from afar, only pausing to get cleaned up and take a very unrestful nap when Mateo practically f







