Hello, readers! So after talking to Mrs. Ace Merrill for a bit about her new story "Cautious Love," I have decided, with her permission of course, to write a few drabbles about Ace and Ronnie. I really love her ideas for her story and can't wait to see what she does! I hope you guys are as well! So, yeah, if you want to understand what's happening in "Bang, Bang," you'll definitely want to read her story! With that being said, let me reiterate that this is simply going to be a series of drabbles, so it won't flow as naturally as an actual story. Some chapters will be long, some will be short, but either way I hope you enjoy them. :) Oh, and the title of this is from the song "Bang, Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)" covered by Nico Vega!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except for my ideas. Mrs. Ace Merrill owns her characters, plotline, etc. I am simply expressing my love for "Cautious Love" by writing out my own thoughts and ideas for the story.
I tossed and turned all night, not only because of the unfamiliar bed, house, and man in the next room, but because of the whole situation. My father, my own goddamn flesh and blood, sold me out for a poker game. Unbelievable.
Never in a million years did I think he would so easily rid himself of me, especially like this. Even if I wasn't the best daughter a man could ask for, I was still his daughter. A father is supposed to protect their child at all costs, not throw them out to the wolves when they can't pay off their debts.
My father has always had a gambling problem, so it really shouldn't have been as big of a surprise as it was. It was really only a matter of time before he got in over his head, and there's no doubt that it will happen again. It's hard to say whether he regrets his decision because he didn't even fight for me. He simply dropped me off with Junior and Ace Merrill and went on his way, a simple "I love you," being his last words. I was never told if I would see my father again, but I wasn't holding my breath. He obviously doesn't care. Hell, next week he'll be at the same poker table, playing against the same men, betting god-knows-what, for god-knows-why. Who knows, next time, it might be his own wife he gets rid of!
My thoughts drifted back to Junior and Ace Merrill. How did they feel about all of this? Junior was probably elated at his prize. He is the one who made the request for me after all. Sick bastard.
Ace on the other hand, was a mystery thus far. Other than telling me a little bit about himself, the town, and his gang, I am clueless. From the little that I learned, Ace didn't seem that bad. A little cocky, but really, what young, strapping lad isn't?
He made no mention of how he felt about the situation though. He didn't run out of the diner screaming his objections, so he must be okay with it. Either that or he's like me and knows there's really know way out of it, so he grins and bears it on the outside, while inside he is miserable.
This couldn't possibly be the way he intended his life to go. I'm sure he had some kind of aspirations for his life. I know I sure did.
But I guess that's all in the past now. We were stuck. Stuck in the town of Castle Rock, together. All because of our dear ole' daddies.
I scoffed to myself as I stared at the ceiling.
Things will have to get better, right? It couldn't possibly get any worse. Or could it? God, I hope not.
I yawned, tossing around one last time before settling down in an attempt to finally get some much needed sleep.