Little Lotte- My amazing, best friend, I love you so much, you truly are my world, sorry, but I did work a country song into it, but If you heard the full song, you would understand completely.
For the rest of my amazing readers, I use two songs in this chapter, the first, Holy Water by Big and Rich, and the Other, Nemo by Nightwish.
Chapter 3
Angelina and I found residence for the night in a small barn, at the edge of the city. Our little run in with Michael wore her tiny body out, for she practically dragged herself along behind me. If she had been any one else, I would have just left her, but I couldn't do that to her, I can't leave her. For once in my sixteen years, I feel responsible for someone. She's too small, too young to be all alone, not with that man trying to get to her. Although she has not said a word about what this Michael has done to make her so secluded, so withdrawn, I can see in her eyes what has happened to her, if I ever see that man again, I'll kill the bastard for what he has done to this innocent girl.
"I'm doing you a favour boy, no woman would ever do this with you." Javert's words rang in my mind, as my mind replayed that horrid event. The memory flooded my senses, as I relived how his rough hands grasped at the fabric of my shirt, ripping it off of my body, those eyes moving up and down me, a wicked grin upon his face. I could hear the sound of his belt sliding through the loops of his pants, His heavy, raspy breath. I could feel the rough rope beneath my fingers as I strung it around his neck, stopping him from his sinful intentions.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the painful memory away, concentrating on what was in front of me, Angelina. She was kneeling on the floor, her face looking up to the sky, her hands clasped together, she was praying.
take me away
And
take me farther
Surround me now
And hold me like holy water.
She sang up to what she believes the heavens. I always found the concept of a god to be pointless, but I dare not interrupt her. I lost any little faith I once had long ago, there is no reason to strip her of her's. Faith, after all, is just a concept, to help people deal with their problems, when they are not strong enough to deal with the world on their own, they share the burden with a creation of their mind. I never truly understood why, but perhaps its because I never needed someone to carry me, I have always been alone, and that is how it shall always stay. Oh yes, having company is a nice thing to have now and then, Sasha was a wonderful companion, but after her, I have been able to make it on my own, just as the time I spend with Angelina will be pleasant, but when we part I will just continue on my way.
Angelina finished her prayer, getting up off her knees, and slowly approached me.
"I never thanked you," She whispered, her wide eyes locking onto mine.
"For saving me." She bit down on her bottom lip, trying her best to be nice to me, instead of the usual cold glare, perhaps she is warming up to me.
I nodded my head slightly, smiling warmly at her.
"Of course Angelina, now you should get some rest, you look as if you are about to fall over." A small chuckle escaped her lips, the ends curling up into a smile. She nodded her head, obediently going over tto a small pile of hay, rearranging it to form a makeshift bed. Taking the small cotton blanket, she curled up underneath it, wrapping it around her small body tightly.
"Erik..." She squeaked, sounding almost like a mouse.
"Yes, Angelina?" She sat up, looking at me. She tilted her head, her eyes seemed to widen, giving her a childish appearance.
"Do you know any stories?" I chuckled at such a innocent, childish request, but then, I guess she is a child.
"I am afraid I am no story teller, but, if you would like, I am a musician." That foreign smile spread across her face, as she nodded her head eagerly. Slowly approaching her, I sat down beside her on the hay, racking my brain, a particular song coming to mind. The little gypsy girls used to sing it as they passed by my tent, having no comprehension what the words truly mean.
This
is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a
name
Without an honest heart
as compass
This is me for
forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To
find the missing lifeline
Walk the dark path
Sleep with
angels
Call the past for help
Touch me with your love
And
reveal to me my true name
Oh, how I
wish
For soothing rain
Oh how I wish to dream again
Once and
for all
And all for once
Nemo my name forevermore
When I finished the haunting song, she had already fallen asleep, her head laying gently on the hay, her hair billowing around her, giving the look of a dark halo.
I sat against the wall, watching her sleep. How beautiful she looks, curled up under that old brown blanket, it brings out the tiny freckles on her face. She looks so peaceful sleeping tonight, if it helps, I will ask her god to let her just sleep tonight, without the plague of nightmares. I never would have guessed that just simply watching a child sleep would ever be so, enjoyable. As if her peaceful state spread to my own body, I fell asleep for the first time with a smile upon my face, my mind having not a care.
"Erik." Angelina spoke quietly, Opening my eyes slowly, I found her kneeing in front of me, her hands nervously over her mouth.
"Angelina, what is wrong?" I asked, seeing her body practically quiver. She looked around frightfully, bitting down on her bottom lip.
"Erik, he's outside." She whimpered, dropping her hands into her lap. She didn't have to say who she was speaking of, I have only known her a few hours, but I have learned by now that she only whimpers to one person, Michael. A familiar heated emotion rushed through my veins, Hatred.
Silently, I rose to my feet, following Angelina to this small crack in the old, greying wood wall. Through the gap, my eyes laid upon Michael, he was surrounded by a group of men, laughing with them, a smile on his face. My blood felt as it if was on fire, I have only felt such pure and utter hatred for one other man, who met his fate by my hand, as I hope this man will too.
"We can't leave." She whispered, noticing Michael's eyes dart from side to side.
"You can't, but I can." She drew away, her eyes wide with fear.
"You're going to leave me?" Her voice cracked as she tried to talk.
"No, of course not." I tried to assure her, but failing. I don't want to tell her my true intentions, I don't want to ruin what innocence she has left, but I don't want her to be afraid, I don't want her to suffer any longer.
"Angelina, I just have a score to settle." I hissed, going to my bag to retrieve the rope I carry, that was used once before, for the same purpose.
"You are going to kill him, aren't you?" She whispered, as I made my way to the door.
"Yes." I answered simple, looking back at her, as she slowly approached me.
"No, Erik." She reached her hand out for the rope, like some mother scowling a child. For some unknown reason, I handed the rope to her, placing the weapon into her delicate hands.
"I want to do it." The tone in her voice sent chills down my spine, freezing the very core of my being. I know that want all to well, and I would never deny someone of such a need.
