Out of Darkness ~ Chapter 19

Out of Darkness

Chapter 19

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Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only
Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity, pregnancy, violence, references to cannabalism, references to prostitution. child birth, loss.
Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader
Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader

Summary: The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?

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It wasn’t long after Tanya had been born that they learned Kat was pregnant. The father was Leo who’d betrayed your group and died in that final battle. Assuring her that you and Curtis would be just fine, you suggested Kat move in with Rachel and David. The couple treated her as if she was one of their own anyway and always had.

But there was little news over the winter of how that pregnancy progressed.

It was a lean winter. Curtis, Park, Grey, and Harvey led the able-bodied men out each day to hunt to keep everyone fed. In the evenings, Park worked on a greenhouse with Yona and Jacob’s help. You asked often when it would be ready.

“Soon,” Curtis always said. Then he’d distract you for hours in your bed at night.

So you kept the house and cared for your daughter. You made plans for planting just in case conditions were favorable.

You enjoyed the luxury of having a home with Curtis, of being able to make love with him at night. He also got up with you at night to take care of Tanya, to bring her to you to nurse. As worried as he’d been about being a father, the role suited him. There were times when, if he didn’t have to put your daughter down to do something, he wouldn’t. The baby seemed to light up his entire world. And you both loved Timmy too who called her his baby sister.

By the end of March, according to the calendars you, David and Rachel made while you were still pregnant, you noticed that it was warmer than usual. The snow was slowly melting to reveal dead brown grass a couple of weeks ago. When you wrapped up little Tanya and ventured just outside your house, you immediately spotted a small patch of new green grass and your heart quickened.

Just maybe the seasons were getting back into their rhythm.

When you heard your name called, you glanced up to see Grace walking along the road. Waving to your friend, you motioned her over. Her gaze was immediately riveted to your daughter.

“She’s the spitting image of Curtis,” she said with a smile.

You nodded. That was true. “She’s crawling now,” you explained. “Before long, she’ll be climbing too. If she really is like her father, I’m in trouble.”

Sharing a laugh with you, she nodded.

“We’ll have another one soon,” you said, meaning Kat.

But there was a note of sadness on her face. “I heard.”

What else could you say? Saying you were happy for her sounded wrong because Leo had betrayed the lot of you, and he was dead now. Saying anything negative didn’t feel right either. And anyone speaking out against Kat would have to deal with Rachel and David.

It sounded like Grace was very happy with Grey and you knew just how happy Curtis was to have him back. When she asked if you wanted to bring Tanya to have lunch one day, you were delighted to accept.

You chatted until Tanya got fussy. Carrying her back into the house, you made a mental note to go visit Rachel soon and see how things were going for Kat.

One day in April, David was at your door. You were happy to see him, but you knew him well enough to know something was wrong from the look on his face. When you motioned him in, David stopped just inside the door, wringing his hands.

“David, is everything alright?” you had to ask.

“Rachel sent me. She needs your help,” she said. “Kat’s gone into labor.”

And she was alone. You nodded. “I can take Tanya to Yona and Jacob.”

They’d offered before.

It brought a small measure of relief to your friend’s face. “Thank you. Just come over as soon as you can. We really appreciate it.”

Thinking maybe you could learn from Rachel what to do in childbirth, you left a note for Curtis. You fed Tanya and delivered her to Yona and Jacob who were more than happy to help out.

You noticed the rest of the snow was gone as you walked to Rachel’s house. There was more green gas. A couple of small clover. It was a small bit of hope.

When you arrived at Rachel’s house, the scene was grim. You felt it the moment David let you in. He showed you to the bedroom where Rachel looked to have everything ready.

Kat looked so small in the center of that bed, weak with dark circles beneath her eyes. Her middle was huge with the baby, but the rest of her looked withered away. Had Kat just not taken care of herself? You knew from experience how persuasive Rachel was in getting someone to eat when she felt they needed it.

The anxiety in Rachel’s face had you trying to steel yourself. Taking a seat next to Kat, you took her hand in yours.

“It’s time, huh?” you asked, hoping to make her smile.

Kat did, giving your hand a small squeeze. “It’s time. It seems like it took forever. And it seems like it went by so fast.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m tired,” she admitted. “I’m so tired. I’m just so ready for my baby to be here.”

At the look of pleading on Rachel’s face, you nodded. “I understand that. Rachel’s going to take such good care of you. And I’m here to help.”

“Thank you,” Kat told you. “She didn’t want to trouble you since you have a baby of your own. But Yona is so young and Grace?”

What about Grace?

“It just didn’t seem right to ask her,” she whispered.

You shook her head. You didn’t understand.

“When they took us on the train,” Kat explained, “they made us work. A lot. Funny thing is, I never got pregnant before. Not even with all the…”

It was uncomfortable the way she trailed off there. You knew she was referring to being forced into prostitution back on the train.

“Grace got knocked up after only a few weeks when they took her,” Kat explained. “Unexpected pregnancies weren’t allowed where we were concerned so…”

The way she said that filled you with dread. You really hoped she didn’t mean what you thought she meant.

“Did they make her get rid of it?” you asked quietly.

Kat’s expression sobered. “They did more than that. They made sure it wouldn’t happen again.”

Your heart sank considering those words. Grace couldn’t have children because of what they’d done? That was cruel. No wonder she’d reacted as she had when you told her Kat was expecting.

“At least she has someone,” Kat managed before a contraction gripped her.

Like Kat, you were very grateful Grace had Grey. But Kat was alone with just you and Rachel.

“Looks like we’ve moving along,” Rachel said, trying to pull off a cheerful demeanor but not quite hitting that note.

Putting on a brave face, you helped Rachel and did whatever she asked. You ended up staying by Kat’s side through what ended up being a long, horrible labor. Unless you just happened to have a higher threshold for pain – you doubted it – something was wrong. Kat was in horrible pain and so weak.

Curtis walked in not long after the sun went down, his gaze meeting yours. “Go feed Tanya,” he told you. “I’ll take over.”

Well, you did need to feed your daughter. But you didn’t intend to leave Kat for long. “I’ll be back,” you told them both meaningfully.

When you made it back to Rachel’s house, you found Rachel crying on the couch in the living room, holding a baby in her arms while Curtis and David talked quietly. Park came up into the house behind you.

“What happened?” you asked even though you were pretty sure you knew the answer to that.

“We lost her,” Rachel managed tearfully. “Now we have to decide to do with this little boy.”

Your heart broke in your chest. The boy had just arrived in the world and both his parents were gone.

When everyone’s gaze went to you, you sank down on the couch next to Rachel.

“We can take him,” Curtis said with no hesitancy. “He’ll need to eat and she’s the only one who can feed him.”

You were still nursing. It was true. But when Grey walked in after Park, his dark eyes taking in the scene, you had an idea.

“I’m glad to feed him,” you told them. “I’ll do whatever I can to help. But maybe we should ask someone else if they’d like to give him a home.”

The sheer intensity on Grey’s face as his gaze found that newborn baby made you think you were on the right track. Curtis followed the line of your gaze.

“I’m just saying,” you said carefully, “What if Grace and Grey wanted to…?”

Grey’s gaze darted to you, and he nodded. Encouraged by that you went on.

“We could make it work. We have plenty of room. Grace and Grey could move in with us for a time,” you said slowly. “I’d be able to feed him until he’s ready for solid food. And I could use the help with Tanya because we just might be able to plant some gardens in the next few weeks.”

“Go get Grace,” Curtis told Grey.

And he was off. Rachel handed the small boy to you, getting you settled there to feed him. He was beautiful and eager to nurse, almost asleep when Grace came back with Grey. Her eyes scanned the room. Tears gathered in her eyes.

“Kat?”

Rachel shook her head, still blinking back tears of her own.

Grey urged her to sit next to you, her eyes never leaving the baby you held. Curtis moved closer.

“The boy will need parents,” Curtis said carefully. “We were thinking maybe you and Grey would want to raise him.”

The loving gaze that passed between the couple before her gaze returned to the child you held made you sigh.

“I can’t… “Tears were choking Grace’s words. “I can’t feed him.”

“We can help each other,” you told her as the baby nursed, his eyelids getting heavier. “It looks like we might actually get a spring and there are gardens to be planted. I’m going to need as much time to do that as I can get. So I can feed him if you’d be willing to help me with Tanya.”

The hope in her eyes had emotion threatening to break you. In a good way.

“You could live with us until he’s ready,” you explained. “By the time the harvest is all done, he’ll be weaned. You can go home… A family.”

“Grey,” she pleaded. “Can we?”

His gaze didn’t leave the child. He nodded.

Swiping at her tears with her fingers, she just nodded. “We’d love that. We’d be glad to raise him and help… Are you sure?”

“Wouldn’t have asked if we weren’t,” Curtis muttered. But his blue eyes were on you, with so much emotion.

When the little boy was asleep, you handed him to Grace and situated yourself, showing her how to hold him. His new parents gazed at him like he was the most value thing that ever existed in the world. You just let the tears come. You were happy for them

“He’ll need a name,” you told them, smiling.

They communicated so well even though Grey couldn’t speak. The love there so strong it almost felt like an intrusion to be there in that moment.

“Elijah,” she whispered.

Grey leaned forward to brush a kiss on the baby’s head.

“That’s perfect,” Curtis whispered.

When Park pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose loudly, you had to laugh with Curtis and David. The huge man who made your lives better with every breath he took was crying every bit as much as you were. Shaking his head at all of you, he clapped a hand on Grey’s shoulder.

“Let’s go get some things for you two and get them to Curtis’s house, okay?” To Curtis he said, “Then I’ll help you with…”

None of you needed a reminder that there would also be a funeral in the next couple of days.

Layers of tears that night. Curtis led you home where Yona, Timmy, and Jacob were already waiting with your daughter. With Grace and Grey, you all talked about everything. You planned Kat’s funeral and you talked about the new family.

“I’m an uncle,” Jacob announced at one point, smiling at his sister. “And it’s a good thing. Who would’ve thought I’d ever be able to say that?”

Grace was glowing. There was no other word for it. Grey never left her side. Timmy was happy there would be another boy around. After a while, he fell asleep by the fire. Curtis picked him up and put him to bed.

Finally, it was late into the night. Yona and Jacob went home, and you got your guests settled. The timing worked out so that you fed your daughter and little Elijah before finally climbing into bed with Curtis.

The first thing he did was hand you a cup of water. You shook your head. “I’ll have to pee all night.”

“If you do this,” he warned, “you’ll need to eat more. Drink a lotof water.”

You knew, nodded. “You don’t like the weight I lost after the birth.”

Oh, the side-eye that earned you. He wasn’t denying it.

“You know what I’m saying,” he told you, making you look him in the eye.

“I will, Curtis. I promise.”

His lips claimed yours, his kiss nearly wiping your mind clear of such an emotion-filled day. His lips danced against yours, the softness of his beard against your face. Hot kisses chained down your neck as your heart raced and he rolled you under him. His hands yanked up the hem of the nightgown you wore, hauling it up your body with an impatience that you hadn’t had from him in a while.

Curtis mostly left your breasts alone these days when you were intimate. They had quite a bit of his attention many other times. Tonight? You held still for him as his hands slid up to carefully cover them, massage them.

Your eyes slid closed. Damn, you’d missed that.

His lips were the softest press on one of them. More tender kisses traced along the curve of it, and you just sighed in delight. He was infinitely careful, moving closer to the center. The wet warmth of his lips felt good when they closed around your nipple. Soft lashes of his tongue felt even better, had you moving restlessly under him.

“This okay?” he whispered around that tight little peak.

You hummed in contentment, sliding your fingers through his hair. You had no complaints. Months of nursing toughened up your nipples. You could handle it. You wantedit.

Wrapping your thighs around his, you moved with him, needing friction as he lovingly teased your breasts. He felt wonderful pressing into your tummy, grinding into you with an eagerness he hadn’t used in a while.

When his lips found the other breast, you squezed him. You loved his weight, his heat. You rolled your hips beneath him, wanting to get to the part where he filled you.

Curtis had other ideas. The careful pull at your nipple had you gasping. And you felt it down where you were empty and aching. Normally, Curtis was quick to move away as if drinking from you as he lightly did now was taboo. But he stayed there, gentling tugging at that nipple.

It was a whole other experience when he did it. You were grinding up into him rhythmically. Currents of lust coursed through you as your fingers clutched his hair. You were trying but not really succeeding at being quiet.

Lifting his head, he smirked at you. His blue eyes were lit up with unholy fire. “Someone’s eager.”

You pushed his head down and he let you. He grabbed your panties, sliding them down as he went. Curtis dropped heated kisses down your tummy, over your thighs. When he laced more kisses up the insides of your thighs, layered with light nips of his teeth, you swore the room spun. When you felt his breath pelting that aching space, your heart raced.

Hooking one of your knees over his shoulder, Curtis dove in and made you fight to be quiet. Your hands clutched at his hair, his shoulders. You twisted on the bed in the best torment as he teased your clit with his tongue, teasing your pussy relentlessly until you came raw and fast.

You were left wrung out and panting on the bed. Curtis rose above you, stripping off the pants that were the only thing he was wearing. Taking himself in hand, he didn’t give you time to recover. Roughly, he rolled you onto your stomach, hauling your hips up off the bed. Before you could even think of moving, his hand covered your head and held you there.

Curtis felt so good pushing his way into you from behind. With haste, he split you open, and he wasn’t delicate about it. He slid home inside you, grinding there for a moment. With one hand gripping your hip to pull you back onto his cock and the other clutching your shoulder, he started fucking you in a way he hadn’t wince your first weeks together.

You loved it. You loved the way he manhandled you. The way he needed you. His strokes were firm and gaining speed, his hips hitting your ass hard with each circuit. Your hands dug into the bedding beneath you. All you could really do was hang on, begging him for more.

“You’re so wet,” he taunted you. “Your greedy little pussy was just waiting for this, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. It was true. You cried out, you couldn’t help it, as he worked you. It wasn’t long before release was chasing you down. Your nipples were aching points, your thigh muscles clenching as you braced for release.

“I want you to come,” his whisper was heated. “Now.”

Within seconds, you shattered. You were struggling to breathe, the edges of your vision dark with flashing lights. You were aware Curtis was still moving inside you, barely slowing down as he chased his own end.

Now both of his hands held your hips in an iron grip, pulling your back on his cock with a fury. The breath left your lungs with each thrust, your nerve endings a riot of tingles as he pushed you back towards that wave he was riding. You didn’t think your body could manage it, but it really hadn’t been yours to control since you met him.

You went over the edge with him in seconds, Curtis’s raw shout behind you making you happy as he pulled free of you and came over your ass with heated wet ropes. You collapsed face down on the bed, your heart slamming in your chest. Every inch of you was quivering and blissed out.

Curtis used his pants to clean you off, stretching out next to you on the bed. You loved his breath in your hair, the warm strength of him pulling you back onto your side, in to be his little spoon. Pulling the covers over you both, Curtis snuggled into you.

You settled there in his arms, just enjoying the moment with him. It wasn’t lost on you how close you came so many times to never making it to this moment. You were grateful for the life you had with him. You always would be.

“Curtis?” you whispered.

“Hmmm?”

“Who’s Elijah?” you asked. You knew he must have been someone special.

Curtis pressed a kiss into your hair. “He was Grey’s father.”

“Really?”

“Grey was very little when we boarded the train. His mother and sister never made it.” Curtis carefully tightened his hold on you. “He was a good man. He died from an infection before Grey was ten years old.”

So many people lost. Grey’s family. Your family. Timmy’s mother. Yona’s father. Kat…

“I’m proud of you,” he whispered.

You shook your head. “Why? It was the right thing to do.”

“Yeah, it was,” he replied. “You made Grace and Grey very happy tonight. It meant a lot more that you made that choice when you were in the position to choose otherwise.”

You blew out an exhale. “He’s a beautiful baby. But Grace can’t have children of her own now… It might be the only chance she’ll have.”

“You’re also feeding him,” Curtis pointed out.

“If you were in my shoes, you’d do the same thing without question.” You had no doubt in your mind.

“Is this your way of telling me you don’t want more children?” His tone was teasing.

You smiled. “You know, considering that everything that happened when I carried Tanya? I’m not afraid to have more children. I think I’d like for her to have a brother or sister one day.”

Curtis got quiet. What was he thinking?

Turning in his arms, you gazed up into his face. You recognized that determined look on his face.

“What? You don’t want more children?”

“Oh, I do.” Curtis pressed a kiss to your cheek. “But you agreed to marry me, and I want to do that first.”

That had you grinning. The thought of having him be your husband did it every time.

“When?” His blue-eyed gaze locked with yours. He wasn’t in any way teasing now.

“I was thinking about that,” you told him. “I know with all we’ve been through you’d think I’d want to do it as soon as possible but… “

One dark brow rose. “But?”

“You’ve seen the land outside,” you told him. “The snow is gone. There’s green grass. It looks like we’ll be able to do that planting we’ve always talked about. Park and I are going to fill up that greenhouse too so if the plant doesn’t go well, we won’t be empty-handed.”

Tracing a finger over Curtis’s cheek, you smiled. “I was thinking I’d like to get married to celebrate the harvest,” you explained. “I know it will be a busy time because we’ll need to start canning and storing everything we’re lucky enough to grow. But…”

Slowly his mouth curved up into a smile. His eyes slid closed. “That is a good thought.”

“But?” You knew that tone.

“Back on the train, we learned fast not to hesitate because you might not get a second chance,” Curtis told you slowly. “Part of me is afraid to wait that long. Guess I just need to start thinking differently, don’t I?”

Leaning forward, you kissed his lips. “I will marry you. And it’s only a few months from now if you think about it.”

When his gaze was back on you, shadows of old pain were behind his eyes. “We’re off the train but life goes on. Things still happen. We lost Kat today.”

He was right. Your heart sank to think about the other young woman. She wouldn’t get to see her son grow. Your heart squeezed in your chest as you considered Curtis’s words.

“Let’s compromise then,” you said.

That had his interest. “Compromise?”

“We’ll be able to start planting soon,” you told him. “We’ll get married to celebrate the planting.”

It earned you that smile. Curtis squeezed you on that note, letting you feel the length of him at your thigh with renewed interest.

“I like that,” he told you, teasing the soft skin under your ear with his lips. “I like planting seeds.”

It took you a minute to get the innuendo. You grinned, but he kissed you senseless before you could say another thing.

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