Fly Away
Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover
The pain wasn't as big as Satine expected. She was expecting an immense pain, a lot greater than any she had felt before, to come searing through her body. As it was the pain was only mild. Also it came from the side. Satine was expecting it to come from the front since she was facing the car. She felt herself hit the ground with a bump. Cautiously she opened her eyes, expecting to see blood everywhere. Instead she was gazing into a pair of deep brown eyes. She blinked and saw that they were embedded in the face of a young man with a cheeky grin on his face.
'Are you alright, miss?' He asked, getting off her. Satine sat up and glared at him.
'My dress is ruined, no thanks to you.' Satine said, peering over her shoulder. There was a massive rip half way down.
'Sorry.' The man said, exasperated. 'I thought you might appreciate not being hit by a car.
'Yes, but I don't want my dress ruined.' Satine was checking the rest of it to make sure it wasn't ruined anymore.
'You want to get that sorted out.'
'I can't it's beyond repair.'
'Not that. You have a cut, right there on your forehead.' He said, pressing his finger lightly to a gash on the right side of her forehead. He bought his finger away and showed it to her. It was covered in blood.
'Oh, no.' Satine moaned. She opened her bag and bought out a mirror. She quickly inspected her head.
'Let me sort it out.'
'No, no. I couldn't ask you to do that. You've already saved my life.'
'Even though I ruined your dress?' He grinned at her. She blushed and smiled back.
'Yes, even then.'
'I'm a doctor, so who better then to fix you up.' He walked over the road and picked up a black bag. He helped Satine sit against the railings and he knelt beside her. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a bottle and some cotton wool. He dabbed the liquid on the cotton wool. 'Don't worry, I'll try and be gentle. If that's at all possible with this stuff.'
'Ok.' Satine laughed. 'I'm Satine by the way.'
'Andrew.'
'Ow!'
'Sorry.' Andrew apologised and softened his pressure on her cut. He slowly closed the bottle and looked up to see three people he didn't recognise walking towards them. 'Do you know them?'
'Yea, that's my cousin Oliver and his wife Livvie and my fiance, Christian.'
'Honey, are you alright?' Christian asked, sitting beside her and wrapping his arm around her.
'I'm fine. Andrew here saved my life.'
'However I did ruin her dress.' He said placing the plaster on her forehead. Satine let out a laugh.
'True, he did but he's an excellent doctor.'
'Thank you.' Andrew said, smiling to himself. He got up and then reached out a hand to Satine.
'No, no. Thank you.' Satine opened her bag and handed some money to him. He refused to take it. 'Well, will you come to dinner tonight?'
'It would be my pleasure.' Andrew said, lightly kissing her cheek. 'See you tonight.'
'Thank you, Andrew.' Satine smiled as he handed over a bottle of wine. 'There was no need to...'
'But I wanted to.'
'Well, thank you. Let me take your coat.' Satine helped him slip out of his coat and showed him the living room. 'You remember Oliver, Livvie and Christian, don't you?'
'Of course. Hello again.' He smiled politely. The others chorused hellos.
'Well, dinner's ready.' Satine said and led the way into the dining room.
'So,' Andrew swallowed and looked at Christian, 'what do you do?'
'I'm a writer.'
'Really? I love to read. My favourite book is Our Story.'
'I wrote that.' Christian said, smiling proudly.
'That is such an amazing book. I presume it's real life?' He said, glancing between Christian and Satine.
'Actually, no.' Christian stammered after seeing the looks Satine was sending him. 'I based it on other people that I've met over the years.
'Pity.'
'Let me show you the door.' Satine stood up and followed Andrew into the hall. She handed him his coat.
'Well, thank you again for a lovely dinner.'
'You're welcome. Hopefully see you soon.'
'A lot sooner than you think.' He replied. Satine looked a little confused but smiled and closed the door.
'He seemed nice.' Christian said as Satine settled down next to him. He moved his arm from the back of the sofa and gently stroked her hair.
'Mmm.' Satine said, a bit distracted. What had Andrew meant?
'We'd best be going too. See you tomorrow, darling.' The others rose and kissed Satine on the cheek. Christian showed them the door and then returned. Satine was now laying out full length on the sofa. Christian knelt down beside her.
'Hey,' he said, gently shaking her arm, 'are you alright?'
'Why?'
'You just seem a little distracted.'
'It's...Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine. Come on.' Satine got up off the sofa and stretched. She stood up and offered her hand to Christian. He took it and followed her upstairs.
'Livvie! Livvie!' Satine knocked urgently on the door, checking behind her. She heard footsteps and a light was switched on. A bleary-eyed Livvie opened the door.
'Oh my...' Her face turned to one of shock. 'Satine, what happened?'
'You have to let me in.' Satine said, barging past her. Livvie closed the door and locked it.
'What happened? Why are you out at this time? How come you are all....' She trailed off, realisation coming to her. 'Who did this to you?'
'I-I woke up for a drink and as I walked through the hall I was grabbed from behind. He dragged me into the woods and he..he...' Satine started to cry.
'Sssh. Don't worry about it.'
'I kicked him and ran here. I heard him following me.' As if on cue, there was a massive bang on the door.
'Satine, I know you're there!' Andrew's voice shouted out loud and clear. Livvie looked at Satine in shock. Satine slid the ground, shaking. 'Whatever she's telling you, it ain't true. None of it is.' Satine put her hands over her ears, trying to block out the sound of her attacker. Livvie knelt down beside her and held her as she sobbed.
'How did it happen?' Christian asked, pacing up and down the hallway.
'I'm not sure. All I know is that she was grabbed and then taken to the woods....You can't go up there.' She said as Christian made his way to the stairs. 'The doctor is with her.'
'Is Andrew with her?'
'No.'
'What, hasn't he seen her?'
'Oh no, he's seen her alright.' Livvie replied bitterly. Christian looked confused.
'What do you mean?'
'It was him.' She said quietly. Christian said nothing. He stood there and began to shake turning from pink to red to crimson.
'I'll find him.' He said heading to the door. Livvie grabbed hold of his arm.
'How will that help Satine? You have to be here for her.' Reluctantly, Christian allowed himself to be led into the living room. All they could do was wait.
Satine opened her eyes. They widened as she saw that a doctor was standing over her bedside. She cowered away and began to whimper.
'It's alright Satine.' He said, reaching out and hand reassuringly. That did it. Satine let out a shriek and ran out of the room.
Christian, Oliver and Livvie were all sitting in the living room. Oliver and Livvie were seating on the two green chairs and Christian on the matching sofa. None of them were talking. Just staring into space. All of a sudden the door flund open and a blur of red and white came in and hurled itself at Christian. Satine nuzzled her head on Christian's lap, trying to get closer. She grabbed hold of his left arm and hugged it as if it were a comforter. Because she was facing towards him she didn't see the doctor come in.
'Satine,' he began. There was that voice again. Satine cowered further into Christian and began to cry again. The doctor looked at Christian.
'Honey, the doctor is not going to hurt you. I promise.' Christian rubbed her shoulder reassuringly. Slowly, Satine turned around, her eyes wet with tears. She was still lying with her head on Christian's lap. She put her thumb in her mouth and began sucking. She used to suck her thumb when she was younger. It was a comforter to her.
'Satine, I'm going to need to look at you.' The doctor said, quietly. Satine took her thumb out.
'Christian be there.' She replaced her thumb and closed her eyes.
'Of course.' The doctor said. He decided to leave it for another time and left. Christian looked down at Satine who was sleeping on his lap. She hadn't let go of him and he knew he wouldn't let go either.
Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover
The pain wasn't as big as Satine expected. She was expecting an immense pain, a lot greater than any she had felt before, to come searing through her body. As it was the pain was only mild. Also it came from the side. Satine was expecting it to come from the front since she was facing the car. She felt herself hit the ground with a bump. Cautiously she opened her eyes, expecting to see blood everywhere. Instead she was gazing into a pair of deep brown eyes. She blinked and saw that they were embedded in the face of a young man with a cheeky grin on his face.
'Are you alright, miss?' He asked, getting off her. Satine sat up and glared at him.
'My dress is ruined, no thanks to you.' Satine said, peering over her shoulder. There was a massive rip half way down.
'Sorry.' The man said, exasperated. 'I thought you might appreciate not being hit by a car.
'Yes, but I don't want my dress ruined.' Satine was checking the rest of it to make sure it wasn't ruined anymore.
'You want to get that sorted out.'
'I can't it's beyond repair.'
'Not that. You have a cut, right there on your forehead.' He said, pressing his finger lightly to a gash on the right side of her forehead. He bought his finger away and showed it to her. It was covered in blood.
'Oh, no.' Satine moaned. She opened her bag and bought out a mirror. She quickly inspected her head.
'Let me sort it out.'
'No, no. I couldn't ask you to do that. You've already saved my life.'
'Even though I ruined your dress?' He grinned at her. She blushed and smiled back.
'Yes, even then.'
'I'm a doctor, so who better then to fix you up.' He walked over the road and picked up a black bag. He helped Satine sit against the railings and he knelt beside her. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a bottle and some cotton wool. He dabbed the liquid on the cotton wool. 'Don't worry, I'll try and be gentle. If that's at all possible with this stuff.'
'Ok.' Satine laughed. 'I'm Satine by the way.'
'Andrew.'
'Ow!'
'Sorry.' Andrew apologised and softened his pressure on her cut. He slowly closed the bottle and looked up to see three people he didn't recognise walking towards them. 'Do you know them?'
'Yea, that's my cousin Oliver and his wife Livvie and my fiance, Christian.'
'Honey, are you alright?' Christian asked, sitting beside her and wrapping his arm around her.
'I'm fine. Andrew here saved my life.'
'However I did ruin her dress.' He said placing the plaster on her forehead. Satine let out a laugh.
'True, he did but he's an excellent doctor.'
'Thank you.' Andrew said, smiling to himself. He got up and then reached out a hand to Satine.
'No, no. Thank you.' Satine opened her bag and handed some money to him. He refused to take it. 'Well, will you come to dinner tonight?'
'It would be my pleasure.' Andrew said, lightly kissing her cheek. 'See you tonight.'
'Thank you, Andrew.' Satine smiled as he handed over a bottle of wine. 'There was no need to...'
'But I wanted to.'
'Well, thank you. Let me take your coat.' Satine helped him slip out of his coat and showed him the living room. 'You remember Oliver, Livvie and Christian, don't you?'
'Of course. Hello again.' He smiled politely. The others chorused hellos.
'Well, dinner's ready.' Satine said and led the way into the dining room.
'So,' Andrew swallowed and looked at Christian, 'what do you do?'
'I'm a writer.'
'Really? I love to read. My favourite book is Our Story.'
'I wrote that.' Christian said, smiling proudly.
'That is such an amazing book. I presume it's real life?' He said, glancing between Christian and Satine.
'Actually, no.' Christian stammered after seeing the looks Satine was sending him. 'I based it on other people that I've met over the years.
'Pity.'
'Let me show you the door.' Satine stood up and followed Andrew into the hall. She handed him his coat.
'Well, thank you again for a lovely dinner.'
'You're welcome. Hopefully see you soon.'
'A lot sooner than you think.' He replied. Satine looked a little confused but smiled and closed the door.
'He seemed nice.' Christian said as Satine settled down next to him. He moved his arm from the back of the sofa and gently stroked her hair.
'Mmm.' Satine said, a bit distracted. What had Andrew meant?
'We'd best be going too. See you tomorrow, darling.' The others rose and kissed Satine on the cheek. Christian showed them the door and then returned. Satine was now laying out full length on the sofa. Christian knelt down beside her.
'Hey,' he said, gently shaking her arm, 'are you alright?'
'Why?'
'You just seem a little distracted.'
'It's...Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine. Come on.' Satine got up off the sofa and stretched. She stood up and offered her hand to Christian. He took it and followed her upstairs.
'Livvie! Livvie!' Satine knocked urgently on the door, checking behind her. She heard footsteps and a light was switched on. A bleary-eyed Livvie opened the door.
'Oh my...' Her face turned to one of shock. 'Satine, what happened?'
'You have to let me in.' Satine said, barging past her. Livvie closed the door and locked it.
'What happened? Why are you out at this time? How come you are all....' She trailed off, realisation coming to her. 'Who did this to you?'
'I-I woke up for a drink and as I walked through the hall I was grabbed from behind. He dragged me into the woods and he..he...' Satine started to cry.
'Sssh. Don't worry about it.'
'I kicked him and ran here. I heard him following me.' As if on cue, there was a massive bang on the door.
'Satine, I know you're there!' Andrew's voice shouted out loud and clear. Livvie looked at Satine in shock. Satine slid the ground, shaking. 'Whatever she's telling you, it ain't true. None of it is.' Satine put her hands over her ears, trying to block out the sound of her attacker. Livvie knelt down beside her and held her as she sobbed.
'How did it happen?' Christian asked, pacing up and down the hallway.
'I'm not sure. All I know is that she was grabbed and then taken to the woods....You can't go up there.' She said as Christian made his way to the stairs. 'The doctor is with her.'
'Is Andrew with her?'
'No.'
'What, hasn't he seen her?'
'Oh no, he's seen her alright.' Livvie replied bitterly. Christian looked confused.
'What do you mean?'
'It was him.' She said quietly. Christian said nothing. He stood there and began to shake turning from pink to red to crimson.
'I'll find him.' He said heading to the door. Livvie grabbed hold of his arm.
'How will that help Satine? You have to be here for her.' Reluctantly, Christian allowed himself to be led into the living room. All they could do was wait.
Satine opened her eyes. They widened as she saw that a doctor was standing over her bedside. She cowered away and began to whimper.
'It's alright Satine.' He said, reaching out and hand reassuringly. That did it. Satine let out a shriek and ran out of the room.
Christian, Oliver and Livvie were all sitting in the living room. Oliver and Livvie were seating on the two green chairs and Christian on the matching sofa. None of them were talking. Just staring into space. All of a sudden the door flund open and a blur of red and white came in and hurled itself at Christian. Satine nuzzled her head on Christian's lap, trying to get closer. She grabbed hold of his left arm and hugged it as if it were a comforter. Because she was facing towards him she didn't see the doctor come in.
'Satine,' he began. There was that voice again. Satine cowered further into Christian and began to cry again. The doctor looked at Christian.
'Honey, the doctor is not going to hurt you. I promise.' Christian rubbed her shoulder reassuringly. Slowly, Satine turned around, her eyes wet with tears. She was still lying with her head on Christian's lap. She put her thumb in her mouth and began sucking. She used to suck her thumb when she was younger. It was a comforter to her.
'Satine, I'm going to need to look at you.' The doctor said, quietly. Satine took her thumb out.
'Christian be there.' She replaced her thumb and closed her eyes.
'Of course.' The doctor said. He decided to leave it for another time and left. Christian looked down at Satine who was sleeping on his lap. She hadn't let go of him and he knew he wouldn't let go either.
