Just Wait in the Truck (Rip Wheeler x Dutton! Reader
Based on the song "Just Wait in the Truck" by HARDY
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Warnings: mention of abusive relationship (not with Rip), gun violence, death (let me know if I missed one)
A/n: this is my first time writing for Rip or anyone in Yellowstone. I just started season 2
Word count: 744
Rip’s PoV
I was driving through town, heading back to the ranch for the night. There was a nasty storm out and I could barely see 10 feet in front of the truck. I had just made it to the outskirts of town when something had me hitting the brakes. Someone was walking along the side of the road. I threw the truck in reverse and carefully backed up.
It was a girl. Shit, it was Yn. I reached over and opened the passenger door for her. She looked terrified.
“Climb in.” I said gently, trying not to scare her any more than she clearly was.
She got in and sat silently. She had bruises appearing along her arms and her face and her nose was bleeding slightly still. Her shirt had a tear in it and blood stained it in a few spots but I couldn’t tell if it was all hers.
“What happened?” I asked.
“What do you think?” She said quietly, before turning to look at me, “Please don’t tell my dad. I don’t need him worrying about me.”
I gave her a single nod before putting the truck in drive but keeping my foot on the break as I looked at her.
“Where is he?” I asked.
She told me his address and I started driving that way. The rain had soaked through her clothes and she was shivering, so I carefully reached behind her seat to grab the jacket I had tossed back there before handing it to her. She took it and covered herself up with it, tucking her knees to her chest trying to make herself as small as possible.
When we pulled up to his trailer I put the truck in park before grabbing my pistol. The rain had let up a little and I opened the door and got out.
“Wait in the truck.” I told her.
She looked at me, the fear had returned to her eyes slightly.
“What are you going to do?” She asked, though, I knew she knew the answer.
I took a deep breath and sighed, “Just wait in the truck.”
With that, I shut the door and made my way up the steps to his front door. I banged on his door. Nothing. I did it again. Nothing. So I kicked it down and walked in. He was sitting in a beat-up, old recliner with a bottle of whiskey hanging from his hand.
“What the hell man?” He slurred his words as he yelled at me.
“What’d you do to her?” I asked.
I didn’t hide the fact that I had a pistol in my hand, I didn’t need to. But the moment he saw it he was reaching for his rifle. Before he even got to it, I raised my gun and shot him. His body fell with a thud. I took my phone out and got some backup to come and help me with the body so I could get Yn home. I stepped over his limp body and into his kitchen, over to his fridge. I grabbed two beers before leaving and going back to the truck.
Reader’s PoV
I heard the gunshot from inside and flinched. It felt like years passed as I watched the door waiting to see who walked out. A breath of relief fell from my lips as I saw Rip walking out. He came around the other side and climbed back into the truck. He didn’t say anything just offered me a beer he had clearly stolen.
“Gotta wait for help to come.” He said and I knew what he meant.
I took the bottle from him and opened it.
“Thank you.” I said, though it wasn’t for the beer.
He nodded.
Not too long later, headlights pulled up behind us. It was my brother Kayce. He got out and so did Rip. I stayed where I was.
Rip’s PoV
“Is she okay?” Kayce asked.
“Bruised and bloody. I didn’t load her down with questions. Give her time.” I said.
He nodded and glanced into my truck to check on his sister, “Did she see anything?”
I shook my head, “I told her to wait in the truck.”
“Good. Get her home. Take care of her, Rip. We’ll handle this.” He said.
“Yes, sir.” I tilted my hat at him before getting back into the driver’s seat of the truck.
I looked over to Yn, “Come on, let’s get you home.”
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