Elisabeth awoke in her bunk, her body aching and her head pounding.
She hummed softly as she sat up and shuffled into the little kitchen area, where Lloyd was the only one awake.
She poured herself a cup of coffee before leaning against the counter, huffing.
Lloyd cocked a brow at her, taking a sip from his own mug.
"You ok, kid?"
She nodded, sipping with half-lidded eyes.
"Mighta had a little bit too much last night."
The old man bit the inside of his cheek, nodding.
"Yeah... I saw. Ryan and that other fella carried you in last night. Said you threw up right before you got into the truck and sacked out not even a minute later."
Elisabeth huffed in a small laugh.
"Yeah. I don't remember shit."
She glanced up as Ryan came into the vicinity, dressed in only a pair of plaid PJ pants.
She looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot.
"You sleep ok?" She asked him, nodding towards the coffee maker.
He nodded, pouring himself a cup.
"Did you?"
She shrugged.
"Thrown up anymore?"
She shook her head.
"Not yet. Head hurts like a bitch, though."
Ryan smirked.
"Yeah, I bet."
Elisabeth took a sip of her coffee, glancing down as she saw Walker.
Walker jerked his head, indicating for her to follow him.
"Good morning to you, too." She mumbled, setting her mug down and obeying.
He led her into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them.
She leaned against the wall, folding her arms across her chest.
She cocked a brow as he sighed.
"Baby..." He started.
"I haven't had any Excedrin yet and I ain't thrown up today so you only got three minutes."
He nodded obediently, swallowing thickly.
"I... I'm sorry. I've been... pretty dickish... ever since Beau showed up and... I'm sorry. You don't deserve it."
She simply blinked, waiting for him to continue.
"It's just... seeing you with him... and knowing that you two have history... it hurts. It gets to me."
"You have no reason to doubt me, Walker. I've done everything you asked. Staying away from him, not talking to him, not wearing certain things at all. What more do you want?" She huffed.
Walker tensed, his temper flaring at her words.
"You were close to him all night."
"And I didn't say a damn word to him. As far as I know, anyway. I got drunk outta my mind."
"Yeah. I'm aware." Walker bit out.
"The fucker carried you inside while you were asleep."
"And how was I supposed to be aware of that? I was, as you said, asleep."
Walker grumbled at her words, realizing he had no real comeback.
"Still. You were around him all night. After I'd asked you more than once, to stay away from him."
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Yellowstone
FanfictionBeing practically raised by the Duttons seems like a dream for some. But Elisabeth had it rough. Her dad was a runaway and her mom was never around. When she turned 12, she found work all the way up in Montana at the Yellowstone Ranch. Not only did...
