The goddess of life.
I gripped my arm as I stumbled home, a bruise started to appear on my skin. I had just been mugged, my purse now gone. luckily i didn't have have my phone on me, I heard the voices of my foster parents in my head already screaming at me.
"Great, my waste of a daughter can't even defend 'erself." My foster dad would say. I could have protected myself but I was taken unawares.
"It's your problem to deal with, that's you isn't always messing about in the wrong crowd." My foster mum would say, Crowd…I don't even have a crowd I thought, the closest thing with me in having a crowd was just a few minutes ago having ten muggers, crowd around and kick you while one grabs you purse, the thoughts of my fake parent just made me hurt more so instead of going home I kept walking, soon I had reached the park, I sat down on the park bench. I sighed why me…everything happens to me. Which was true before my real mum and dad were now dead, mum had gotten raped, dad was in jail, for something he didn't even do and I was bullied at school, but a week after dad had been released from prison and ex-cellmate he had upset murdered him then mum had truly lost it she took an overdose in painkillers. Suddenly my hand stung, the memories of my life had made me so frustrated that my nails had dug into my palm so hard that they began to bleed. I sucked the blood on my right palm hoping to stem the unnaturally large quantity of blood coming out of the wound. The metallic taste filled my mouth, a cry came from behind me, I looked around but all I saw there were trees I began to stand up as another cry came from the trees it was a cry of pain, I walked over towards the trees whoever was hurt was hidden in the woods, another cry of pain only this one, was loud and full of sad emotion, I rushed into the woods creeping towards the cries, then they stopped I listened, there far away was a rustling sound, I crept towards the sound, it grew louder, and louder, I stopped bending down behind a bush I looked above the bush, there was a man age of 37, his body was forced against a girl, 14 , ginger hair with hazel eyes, she winced in pain as she rattled beneath him, I watch in horror as the man raped the young girl, she whimpered slightly, the man began to speed up.
"Shut up you little slut, shouldn't be wandering around so late." he forced harder onto her, suddenly she let out a scream. The man punched her she fell back, I couldn't take it, and I jump out from the bush, striding towards them.
"GET OFF OF HER, NOW!" I shouted the man turned jumping off the girl he pulled up his trousers, zipping them up as he look up at me, I stopped, smirking he took a step towards me. He reached into his pocket and pulling out a knife.
"More women, excellent my lucky night." He stepped closer.
"YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT!" The man swore at me, lunging forward to stab me I ducked, lifted up my leg and letting out a strong kick centre in his chest, the man flew off his feet, falling hard against a tree. Sprinting towards him, I drew back my fist and with one punch, square in his jaw, the man slumped down to the ground, eyes closed, unconscious. Turning to the girl I saw the damage he had done, her skirt ripped, bruises on the inside of her thighs, a large dark purple bruise began to appear where he had hit her. I walked slowly towards her she wrapped her arms around herself. I bent down to my knees, she looked up at me tears leaking from her face, I brushed her ginger hair out of her face. I spoke to her softly "come on, lets take you home." slowly she nodded I stood up pulling her up to stand. She wobbled a bit but then straightened her legs, she tugged her skirt down. I helped her along until we got to the bench, I sat her down. She crossed her legs tight as though in danger of them being ripped apart.
"Thank you…for helping me." She seemed so fragile, so helpless.
"No problem, what's your name?"
"C-catherine" I sat in silence, poor girl to be raped at such a young age, I felt sick at the thought of rape. Finally she spoke "please …c-can you help me… tell my parents-s?" I nodded, standing up we walked to her home. When I saw her parents I wasn't surprised they were a nice happy couple that looked particularly wealthy. Catherine's dad was tall , thin he looked as though he always wore a suit ,and her mother kind gentle housewife type. We all sat at their kitchen table, I looked up at the clock, it was pretty late, 11:00 it had taken us 20mintues to get to her house.
"What's wrong dear?" ask her mother, she tied her hair up into a small bun, she also had ginger hair whereas the dad had light brown hair, slick back with a small quantity of gel.
"y-you know …Melissa's party, at her house… I w-went to…well….the party ended at nine, and so… instead of taking a l-lift from Jane, I j-just… walked hom-me." I assumed the girls she mentioned were her friends.
"But doesn't it take half an hour to get here from her house just by driving in a car." Inquired her dad.
"y-yes… so w-walking it takes t-twice as long, so f-forty-five minutes-s I had been w-walking when…" she stopped tears were already forming in her eyes, I was sitting next to her watching her struggle, she was shivering even though the house was fairly warm. I gentle grabbed her hand and squeezed indicating that she was safe. She gave me a graceful look and continued. "I was w-walking along w-when… I heard f-footsteps b-behind me…I was t-too s-scared to l-look back so I k-kept walking only a b-bit f-faster…I b-began to s-speed up m-my p-pace then b-broke into a r-run… but then s-someone g-grabbed me f-from b-behind… it was a m-man…he d-dragged m-me into some n-nearby t-trees…a-a-and h-he…a-and…h-he …he" her face was now soaked with tears she looked at me, her stammering stopped her from speaking anymore , I knew that she wanted me to say it, I looked at her mom and dad they seemed very concerned.
"he raped her." They gasped ,I watch her mother stand and rush to hug her daughter now tears were streaming fast down her face, her dad sat there, he looked as though he wanted to break something, he slowly walked to his wife and daughter and wrapped his arms around them, I saw his lips moving whispering something.
"my baby… my poor baby…" her mother touched the bruise on Catherine's face.
"he did that?" Catherine nodded. Catherine turned to me, her mother had moved to a cupboard , and had pulled out a first aid kit, I had just noticed that Catherine's arms had deep cuts which were bleeding, her father, who was now sitting at the table , he had pulled out a fag, and was taking deep puffs, I winced at the smoke but I understood why he was smoking, Catherine's mum shot him a disapproving look.
"I thought you quit those." She said half heartedly as she pulled out some bandages. Even if he had never started something as depressing as this could drive any parent into the habit.
"did the man have a knife?," he said ignoring his wife's comment, looking at the scars on his daughters arms ,she nodded. Her mother began to clean the wounds on her daughter as, Catherine's dad turned to me, he watched me for a while. until he spoke up.
"And why are you here? Who are you?"
" I'm angel." yes that's my name, cool huh?
"Angel, saved me from him, she fought him and … you knocked him out with one punch." I blushed I had always been strong, very strong for a young girl. When I was four I broke a twelve-year old kids nose for laughing at me in the street when I tripped over. My dad was too shocked to punish me. Catherine's dad was impressed, he smiled. i
just noticed my hand had stopped bleed, it was stained red though.
"Thank you …for helping my child, we are very grateful, if you ever need help, just ask." I nodded in appreciation. I looked up at the clock it was now twelve.
"I better be going it's late." I stood up. " It was nice meeting you." They nodded; Catherine walked over to me and hugged me,
"Thank you, angel. I hope to see you again."
"Me too" I walked to the door and with one final wave, I open the door and stepped out into the night.
------------------------------------------------Authors Personal Message--------------------------------------
AngelicInk: Well, people there's the first chapter, i already have written the next one, and loadsa others, but i am not sending them in, until someone reviews, kk. Also this is totally original, the only thing i took was the name angel and one other thing but that is revealed further into the story. Angel in this story doesn't actually look like Angel in maximum ride.
Angel: Why not? she's cute?
AngelicInk: cause your not blonde.
Angel: (plays with long brown hair) i can dye it!
AngelicInk: and your not six.
Angel: Okay ,okay.
Catherine: I wanna dye my hair brown, ginger is soo lame.
Angel: i like your hair, soo fiery.
Catherine: thanks but i prefer yours, it's all straight...
AngelicInk: Stop! Talking! About! Hair!
Angel:...
Catherine...
AngelicInk: Anyway, review and you'll get the next chapter.