Her Own Worst Enemy | Chapter 11 | Aftermath. (Joel Miller Fanfic)
Ada felt like she had a tail in-between her legs as she and her horse approached the gates of Jackson. She had to face the music, she might even still leave but she would have to gather some of her supplies or sheâd die out there on her own anyway, it was worth the risk. Looking up at the guards she felt the possibility that she may well just be shot on site but one of them shouted, âItâs Ada, open the gatesâ.
Maria was already waiting there with Tommy at the stables for her arrival, âI think we need to have a conversation, donât you?â said Maria guiding Ada off to an empty house in town, that made her uneasy. They all settled in the vast house, Ada sat on her own with both Maria and Tommy sat on the sofa opposite staring at her. Where to even begin.
âSo you mind telling us what the hell happened and who you are?â Maria started. Ada leaped into her story and told them exactly what she told Joel (minus the part about Ellieâs immunity and the vaccine. Something told her people around here didnât know about that and thatâs how Joel liked it). Maria and Tommy exchanged a couple glances at each other as Ada was telling the story but their faces werenât easy to read.
âYou came here to kill my brother and we saved you?â Tommy asked as if what she had said didnât make sense. It was hard to believe with the irony of it all.
âI came here to help people I thought were friends. I didnât know who he was back then but I do nowâ Ada explained, she was fidgeting with her hands, scratching and rubbing at either one. She could tell Tommy and Maria were fixing about making a decision.
âI donât know what more to say, you lied to everyone and put people in danger, our family.â Maria spoke.
âI know. I canât undo it, maybe I shouldnât have come back. I will leave at first light tomorrowâ Ada said feeling the large lump sitting in her throat. Maria and Tommy didnât say anything in response when Ada got up and left.
She tried to get some sleep, it was going to be a hell of a journey wherever she ended up never mind if she didnât get enough shut eye. Ada had tossed and turned drifting in and out of sleep for a few hours before deciding to get up and set off. She had already organised her bag sitting at the front door, she grabbed the handwritten letter from her bedside table and shoved it in her back pocket to post before leaving. Ada felt not just a sadness but an emptiness to be leaving Jackson and the life she had began to create for herself here. There were so many simple things she would miss, like an actual bed, it could be a while till she found another. Part of her felt frustrated at herself for getting sucked in, for stopping the attempts to keep her distance from people, letting herself care but none of that could be undone now.
It was when she was taking one last look at this house she had called home for a time that there was a loud knock at the door, who ever it was kept knocking with an urgency until Ada opened the door. It was Joel. Ada braced herself for Joelâs cruel words, she felt herself take a step back from him worried how his anger might manifest, maybe he had come here to seek his his own revenge.
âYou donât have to leave on my accountâ He began, coldly and indifferent.
âI said we were even, we owe each other nothing now⌠I told Maria and Tommy the same thing, you can stay but just stay out my way.â
Ada proceeded to put on her bag pack, âI canât stay here Joel. After what happened, I think every person in this town will want me gone.â He puts his hand up to stop her.
âThey donât need to know, they wonât know. The only people who do are Ellie, Tommy and Maria. You go out there on your own, youâll die in a matter of weeksâ
âWhy would you care what happens to me?â Ada asked confused.
Joel is quick in his response, âI donât. I am just telling you it be god damn stupidâ. And with that short exchange he left Ada standing at her door unsure of what to do.
Jackson was an incredible place, not just because of Joel and her friends but the life that it presented, it was safer than anywhere she had been. Joel was right and deep down she knew it too, if she left on her own she wouldnât make it very far.
Neither Maria nor Tommy said anything when they saw Ada tending to the greenhouses later that afternoon. She knew life wouldnât be the same now but at least she could survive here, she had always felt a moral obligation to keep living as long as she could for everyone she had lost along the way.
âYou alright this morning?â Dina asked. Ada nodded not wanting to delve into details.
âAbout yesterday? Ellie told me some of what went downâ Dina continued, âIt sounds to me like you saved Joelâs lifeâ.
Ada exhaled and smiled sadly, âI donât think either Joel or Ellie see it as that wayâ, it was obvious that Ellie may have left out some of the details to the story.
They both went back to working in silence.
Ada was taken off patrols for a few weeks which she saw as a slap on the wrist for her actions. She couldnât complain when her shifts for the week had been replaced with extra hours in the greenhouses and some evenings in the bar helping out Seth. One night the guys from patrol had decided to have a drink after a long shift, Jesse and Joel among them. She looked at them all exchanging stories about what they each saw, if they came across infected. It had only been three weeks but Ada missed it.
âA round of beers for us allâ Ordered Jesse at the bar, Joel at his side. Joel didnât say anything, he could barely take his eyes off the floor doing his best to avoid eye contact with Ada. Moments like that hurt, it was easier to not be around each other at all for Ada rather than have someone she cared deeply about unable to even face her. Joel took the first handful of beers across to their table, leaving Jesse to wait on the rest.
âYou two have another fight again?â He enquired trying to tease Ada.
âYou could say thatâ.
Jesse could sense the sadness in her tone, it was clear this wasnât like one of Ada and Joelâs previous sparring matches.
âHeyâ he said his voice softer this time, âthese things have a tendency to work themselves outâ. Jesse picked up the beers and left Ada to tend to the bar.
âNot this oneâ Ada thought.
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