A JakexMC Romance - Duskwood Fanfiction
Manon Corvin is many things; a survivor, a fighter and a problem to anyone who stands in her way. She will not give up until she has everything she asked for.
She moves to Duskwood to save Hannah, her friends...
As promised, part two! I hope you enjoy it. I am so bloody nervous, but I'm excited to be here at last. It's been a long time since I came up with this and it feels surreal to get here.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy and stick with me. Some things should make sense now but a few others won't until the next one.
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"I'm a gravedigger I'm a flamethrower I'm a pretty bitch with no makeover I'm a diamond chain around a violent brain Tryna' hide the pain before it takes over
It ain't safe Y'all ain't built for how I'm made I'm constructed from destruction You can't build me til' it breaks
Hey you Do you like me now? Are you in love with somebody I was? Hey you Do you see me round, and hate the person that I've become?
Hey you Do you like my style? I stole it from somebody I killed Hey you Do you like my smile? I got it from the blood that I spilled"
Hey You - Nova Rockafeller *******
Manon
The drive into town passed in a slow drip as she mentally prepared herself. Jake was driving. Steve and Lilly were in the backseat chatting quietly while Jake stole glances at her as she forced her emotions away and shut down the part of her that wanted to run from this place and never look back. Her dad's voice was clear in her mind. Don't think. Don't feel, and never let those you love become a weapon that can be used against you. You are the weapon. It was a mantra as familiar as the man seated beside her.
She could feel her face hardening and settling into a mask of haughty indifference and heard Jake's sharp inhale when she met his eye and knew fire danced in hers. He didn't recoil as she had expected. No, he smirked, that same sinful smirk he wore whenever he was between her thighs or coaxing her out of her clothes. It should have calmed her fear that he would balk and bolt once he saw the real Manon. But all she felt was trepidation that encompassed her entire being and sent a fine tremor through her nerves that she had to beat into submission as he turned back to the road.
Lilly had told them the fair was held in an open field large enough for all the attractions and people that visited every year. The last night was a celebration, a joyous occasion filled with laughter and overindulgence. It was a last hurrah before the town emptied again, and the locals could return to their gossip and ignorance of dire matters. Garish signs decorated lawns and businesses, all proclaiming that year's festival as the grandest yet. Manon's pessimism told her they would say the same next year, if she stuck around to witness it.
