This is short but I kept my promise.
Probably not to anyone's liking but.
If I get enough feedback I'll put up the next chapter straight away.
Meggie was never one to walk away from hard situations or dangerous ones. In fact, she knew she did quite the opposite and thrust herself in them. She wasn't sure if it was for the people that she loved, or the adventure that she loved.
Maybe it was a mixture of both of them.
But the only reason she didn't demand to stay, and demand to speak to his father, demand him to stop what he was doing and wake up to himself, demand action against him-was because of the child she was carrying.
If the man could hit his own child, then there was a very real and frightening possibility, especially because he was beginning to hate her, that he could turn his methods onto her.
Meggie wasn't afraid of physical abuse. She had been subjected to more then enough of it in her eighteen years. She was scared of what that abuse could do to her unborn child. Her child was already depending on her to keep it's life safe, and she was determined to do just that. Sometimes the things that go unplanned are the most beautiful, and to her this child was. It was her child, it was Dustfinger's child, and together their love had made this baby. She would do everything and anything in her power to keep it safe.
Even if that meant walking away from situations.
But, if she was honest with herself, she wasn't entirely walking away from the situation. She would pass it on to Mo, who would always be wiser then her, and not because he was older, or he was her father.
It was just Mo.
But if Raine didn't want to leave his father, what could they possibly do? She didn't exactly want Mo to get involved, because she knew he didn't like violence. She also knew he wouldn't just leave a child in that situation either. Truth be told, she didn't know what would happen. She just wanted her brother safe.
She wanted them all to be safe.
But, safety never meant happy. Meggie stopped in the middle of the path, putting a hand to her head as if trying to stop the pounding she was starting to feel at her forehead.
"Hey, move," She heard annoyed voices mutter to her, some even pushing her so they could get past. Someone sent an elbow to her side, and she let out a gasp of fear as her body moved, her feet stumbling with it.
Gentle hands caught her and steadied her, before they reached out and grabbed the back of the man's shirt who had pushed her.
"Excuse me? Get your hands off me!" He sputtered as the hands were moved to the neckline.
"You're not excused," Dustfinger said in a low voice, his grip only tightening.
"Not until you apologise for rudely pushing her out of the way."
There was a silence as the two men stared each other off, and Meggie stepped out from behind Dustfinger.
"Dustfinger, it's-"
"It's not okay." Dustfinger said to her gently without looking at her. Meggie understood what the eye contact meant, it was a dominant and submissive dance off. Finally the stranger looked over at her, and Meggie met his gaze evenly. If he had done that a few inches in, and any harder, it could have quite possibly meant-
She didn't want to think about it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you so hard," It was not said in the nicest way, but it was said sincerely and that was enough for Meggie. She nodded, and Dustfinger finally let go, giving the man a disgusted push. He didn't even bother to say anything before hurrying off, leaving the two alone.
Meggie swallowed and nervously looked around, interlocking her fingers together. It was a nervous habit she picked up years ago. Dustfinger gently took her intertwined hands in his, stopping all movements.
This was not how she wanted their first meeting to go. She wanted to be alone with him, not in the public eye. Granted, everyone was too busy to properly watch their exchange and to know what was going on, but she just wanted to be alone with him.
Dustfinger apparently had the same thought.
"Come on, let's go talk."
And, still holding her hand, he lead her away and down a familiar path.