I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own the characters that weren't in the movies. You know, the ones I made up. Anyway.
Her world was spinning. Her eyes burned behind her eyelids, and she dare not open them for fear of what she may find. She moved her left index finger, then the other fingers on her left hand. She then tried moving her entire hand, to feel for any sort of texture that may give away where she was.
She felt...cloth? Soft, warm, comforting cloth. She took her time opening her eyes, and saw...her room? It was indeed her room in the Norrington house hold. Tilting her head up to look at her body, Misty found that her clothing was clean. A clean white shirt and dark brown breeches to be exact. She herself was also clean. No blood, dirt or sweat to be found.
Looking closer she saw her right leg was wrapped in white cloth bandages. Flicking her eyes across the rest of her body, she also found her right hand was also wrapped, and felt like the bandages continued on up her arm under her sleeve.
She went to rest her left arm across her stomach and felt...more bandages? She lifted her shirt, stopping before her breasts and found bandages from the top of her hips and stopping just under her rib cage. She pulled her shirt back down allowed her head to loll to the side. A shiver traveled her spine which triggered a sharp pain throughout her back.
She winced and let out a long, pained moan. Her body throbbed with each pulse of her heart pumping blood through her veins. How long had she been laying here? How was she to tell James and Sarah what's going on? Thoughts like these raced through her mind as she slowly lifted herself to a sitting position.
She turned and swung her legs over the side of the bed, allowing her toes and the balls of her feet to touch the floor. She grabbed a navy blue ribbon from her night stand and tied back her mess of blond hair, and slumped over. She released another moan as she rested her elbows on her knees, cradling her head in her palms. She jerked her hands away quickly, though, when her face began to throb. Raising her hand to her face again, she traced the gash that went through her right eyebrow.
She was surprised that it was so close to her eyeball but yet, it had missed. She could've been blind in her right eye right now had she been cut just centimeters closer. She began to gently drag her fingers across her whole face, feeling no more cuts but very tender or scraped places. Surly her face was blue and purple! A nice clash for her lightly tanned skin and blond hair.
Sighing, she slowly pushed herself from the bed, steadying herself on her feet. She just stood for a few moments finding feeling in her legs, and with a slow limp exited her room. No one was to be found in the living room/kitchen. All was still, though not completely quiet. She could here voices, soft voices, coming from further in the house. A man and a woman it sounded like.
She walked toward James and Sarah's room, finding the door open. She stopped short outside their doorway, and stood, listening.
"Do you know who he was?" Sarah's voice questioned.
There was a slight pause before James answered.
"No. I've never seen him before."
Then it was quiet. Misty took this as her cue to enter. She walked a few feet closer and leaned on the doorframe, knocking on it as she did so. The couple looked over at her from where they stood at the window on the far wall. James wore a long-sleeved white shirt tucked in a pair of black pants, a faded dark brown leather belt rested on said pants, his pant legs were tucked into a pair of brown leather boots and his hair was tied back neatly.
Sarah wore a light blue silk dress that fit her nicely, the collar coming just below her collar bone. The sleeves came to her wrists, and the dress stopped maybe two inches above her ankles. Her hair was also tied back neatly, and she stood in her bare feet.
The couple looked nice, really. With the exception of the startled looks on their faces. Misty took a deep breath, looked at the floor, then looked back up at the couple.
"I'm ready to talk." Her voice was stronger than thought possible.
"Here, come sit down." Sarah said softly as she crossed the room and gently grabbed the teenager by the shoulders, leading her to a chair in the corner they were just standing at.
Misty eased herself down in the chair and hung her head. "Where to start?" She said softly, more to herself than the couple. Her shoulders shook as tears began to flow down her face, but she was still able to look up into James's gaze.
"That man that you saw beating me...we used to call on each other. But it just...he was always working. He had two jobs...like me, his family was poor also. We hardly ever got to see each other. So, we agreed not to call on each other anymore." She paused. "A few weeks later he told me he was calling on a girl that worked in the same shop as he did."
She smiled. "He was so happy. I was happy for him, he deserved it." Her expression slowly turned grim. "A few months after that, a fellow citizen was beaten in an alley. I witnessed it. And, I was so...afraid! He was the only one I knew to run to for help! I knew his work hours, I knew he was still in his shop. When I ran to him he was alone, but I still asked for his help. When we arrived the victim was still alive, surprisingly. He told me to fetch an officer, and I did. But when the officer arrived, he seized...Tom instead."
She hung her head again. "My once beloved...Tom Green, was accused of beating a woman in the streets. I tried to help him out of it of course, but know one listened. When he was released, I...don't really know. No one looked at him the same way. Soon after his release, he sought after me. Gave me a good beating too. Some of the neighbors caught him in the act and got me out of it. He was imprisoned again, but said he would come after me until I was no more."
Now she was sobbing. "It wasn't the first time I'd received a beating though!" She tried to breath as she hugged herself. "My father was abusive! I meant nothing to him except an extra hand around the small plantation!" She was taking in large sums of air now, still sobbing as she tried to continue. "He would be drunk at night and found it fit to take out his anger on me! My mother was the one that wrote the letter, to save me. She and I ran from him shortly after she sent you the letter, I don't know where she went."
At that moment she felt as if she was about to empty the contents of her stomach onto the floor.
"Bucket!"
With the hurried sounds of footsteps, a bucket was soon placed in her lap. Shortly after, the contents of her stomach were involuntarily emptied into it. When she was done the bucket was taken from her and set aside. She slumped over in her chair once more. Her breathing slowed but she continued to cry, though a little softer now. She stared at the floor again.
"When I told you, James, that I would do what was asked of me when it was asked of me, I said it meaning I was afraid of what you would do if I didn't do what you requested."
Sarah was in tears now, staring at the teen infront of her. She looked to James, who's eyes were filled with pain. She kneeled down next to Misty and nodded to James, who also kneeled down infront of the teen. Sarah wrapped her arms around the sobbing teen's waist and began to gently rub her back. James gently rested his hand on Misty's shoulder.
The teen sat for a few moments, and brought her gaze to James. He looked genuinely sorry for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed harder, clutching a fist-full of the back of his shirt.
"Help me!" She whispered.
James looked to Sarah, who still had her arms wrapped around the teen's waist. She nodded, her eyes still glassy.
"Shhh." He began to sooth. He draped his arm across her back and tried to calm her down by stroking the back of her head.
Eventually Misty calmed down. Still crying, though softly, her face still buried in James's shoulder. She felt a little better now. She had gotten it all out of her system; everything she had held in for months was now out. She felt someone lift her from the chair, bridal style, carrying her. She looked up to find it was James, Sarah right beside him. He carried her to her room and gently laid her on her bed.
Sarah pulled the covers to Misty's shoulders and then took her hand. "We're going to help you. You don't have to worry about that."
Misty squeezed her hand. "Please." She whispered hoarsely.
Sarah gently kissed her forehead, much she did her own children, and then stood back. Misty reached for James's hand, who allowed her to hold it. She brought her gaze to him. He smiled at her, and kissed the top of her hand.
"I intend to see that this man is brought to justice." He whispered.
She nodded and squeezed his hand.
"Go on now, and get some rest." He said softly to her. "You need it."
She nodded and released his hand. She allowed her head to loll to the side and she closed her eyes. Soon after, she was asleep. After confirming this the couple exited her room, mentally exhausted.
Well, I hope I didn't make this chapter cheesey, and I hope everyone was in character. Please review and let me know! Thanks!
