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Chapter 4
My Uncle stood there like a monster while Tom was bleeding on the floor, unconscience. It seemed like everything was in slow motion. A huge lump was stuck in my throat as he came closer and closer to the peeling closet door. He smelled of drunkenness and bad eggs. My nose wrinkled as I was about to vomit from the scent. For what seemed to stretch an eternity lasted only a second. The closet door slammed open. And I tripped in surprise so that I ended up spilling out below his feet. I heard him growl, and it was a mad dash for the door. I heard Tom groaning but he was the least of my worries.
"You rotten, fowl little girl! I knew from the moment I heard the glass spill from your hand that you over heard us. You always were a stinking sniveling rat, always getting into trouble! Unlike a proper young lady!" My Uncle practically screamed this at me.
I was enraged by this. I bit him so hard on the hand as he had me in an almost headlock. He jumped back and I pushed him over a wooden chair that was pulled out from this wooden table to the right. I heard is head thud on the wooden floor. It occured to me that alot of things were wooden....but there was no time to think about that! Then just as I tried to run over to the door that stood ajar, he grabbed my crème colored night gown at the hem and ripped it all the way up my leg. I gasped, he was a pervert after all! The next thing I knew, I looked down, and a glint of metal caught my eye. I never knew my Uncle had a knife but know I knew. He got up like lightening and pressed the blade to my throat. Then instantaneously guards came through the doorway.
"Thanks Jim, I will take it from here," said one of the guards.
My Uncle did not willingly let go of me. I spat in my Uncle's face, then he slapped me...it seemed to resound off the walls. I breathed in sharply as painful stabs came to my blushing right cheek. How dare he. He will pay for that. I never believed under any circumstance that a guy should hit a girl.
The guards dragged me out. The night air seemed cold, especially on my bare leg.
I seemed to enter the make-shift prison they had. It smelled severely of hay, and it also reeked of men. I shuddered. The guards that were carrying me saw this and laughed. I gave them a nasty look.
"Well lovely there is no sense in giving us a dirty look because looks can not kill and it looks like your out of luck," said the guard on the left of me.
He seemed to be holding my arm rather tightly so I tried to shove him off. He only laughed more.
The cell door creaked open and there was little light in what seemed to come from a small window on the opposite side of the cell door. Men shouted rude remarks at me. Some stuff I have never heard in my life!
The guards through me in the cell, and I landed on my butt. I cursed and realizing my obscenity, i covered my mouth immediately. Someone laughed in the corner. And i tried to see who it was but this man seemed to be hidden. All that stuck out was a tip of a brown, kinda weathered down hat. It gave me the sense of something...but I could not make it out.
"Who is there?!" I said, trying to muster up some fierceness in my voice. Swallowing some spit the wrong way, i coughed really hard. "Answer me!" I tried not to cough again, hoping to get a response.
I heard him laugh."There is no need to be getting angry love."Said this stranger.
That was all I heard. I passed out.
A shooting pain was in my eyes. I moaned. All of the memories of last night came to me. I just lied there, eyes closed, not wanting to even open them. I smelled hay again. I got this strange sense that someone was staring at me. Cautiously i opened one of my eyes just slightly. Then i opened all of them. The bright light hit me... it was like a wagon ran over my head. Pain spurted through my brain like wildfire. Gasping I lied back down, hoping to pass out again.
"Do not hurt yourself love, for you have a long road ahead of you. As in a short drop and sudden stop." This strange man was looking seriously at me. Curiously he had gold teeth and a crooked grin....why....he looked like a pirate!!! My eyes widened as I ignored the screaming pain of lunging up, losing control of my balance, and hitting my head on the wall. I passed out again.
Well mates how many times is she going to bump her bonny head? That's the question for the day. And how about you pretties review? My inspiration is draining.....going off to cry I promise...i will make them longer is you review ; )