Bringing you to a camp of boys turning into men wasn't probably the best idea but Dutch couldn't leave you in the streets either. you became the apple of his eyes since the moment he found you.

Just like a fallen angel; pure and innocent. He always had his eyes on you, watching from afar, throwing daggers with his eyes if one of the boys got too friendly, yet now it seemed like he had messed up.

The first time seeing you throwing up, he thought it's wood berries, but the sixth time in a week wasn't an accident. He didn't know which of his boys, but one was surely going to regret whatever he had done to you.

only once in a celebration night dutch left sooner and now his angel was carrying a sin. you didn't seem to know what was happening so he was to make you understand, asked you to be in his tent by a night.

"Come in my dear," he sighs, putting his cigarette away.