The Barbarians' Lover

Chapter 8

A few days ago Willow was struck with a fever. It happened a day after Thomas showed up and beaten her. She was again a bloody mess and Glow sticks weren't able to help heal her this time. The wounds were too deep and infection had taken hold of some of the deeper wounds fast. Now she lay on the cold stone floor barely aware of her surroundings.

"Is she going to be okay?" Jack-o-lantern asked.

"I don't know," Glow sticks said," if Christmas lights and Lighter fluid come back with the barbarian in time, she should be fine."

"And what if they don't?" Jack-o-lantern asked.

Willow opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing in pain. Turning to look at her friends, she saw that they were sitting at the edge of the rock, whispering amongst themselves.

"Water," Willow crooked.

The two turn their heads towards her and move to the bucket that Thomas had left. It was half-filled with fresh water to drink. Jack-o-lantern pulled the bucket closer to Willow, as Glow sticks helped her sit up. As she cupped her hands and filled them with water Willow couldn't help but notice how worried her friends were. Once done with the water Glow sticks laid her back down so she could rest some more. But she couldn't. Her body ached from the abuse she has gone through, she was cold laying on nothing but stone, and she missed her pirate friends, and for the first time in a while, she can say that she missed home. She didn't miss being trapped, but there were some people there that she did consider a friend even if she was lied to. She was safe there, and safe on the boat. But here, she wasn't safe. She feared the next time Thomas would show up. She feared what he would do to her. She feared him.

"I hope we're not too late," Christmas lights voice echoed.

"I smell blood," a male voiced echoed.

Willow turned to look at the tunnel that leads out of her prison. The male voice sounded like Sawyer, but Willow knew not to keep her hopes up anymore. A light coming from the tunnel indicated that an angular person was there. That would explain why I heard Christmas lights voice. Willow thought. A few moments later Christmas lights and Lighter fluid came swimming into view. A moment later a small boat followed. In that boat sat a dirty brown hair, muscular tattooed-toned man. Sawyer. He didn't notice her, but she saw him sniffing the air.

"You two made it back!" Jack-o-lantern called out. There was relief in her voice.

"Is that him?" Glow sticks asked.

"Yes," Christmas lights said.

"How's Willow?" Lighter fluid asked.

They didn't say. They just jumped down and started whispering.

Footsteps caught her attention. Forcing herself to sit up she looked in the direction the footsteps were coming from. Her eyes landed on Sawyer. He stood a few feet away from her staring at her.

"My God, What has he done to you?" Sawyer asked moving to her side.

"You're here," Willow breathed," I was beginning to think you would never find me."

"Let's not worry about that right now," Sawyer said," we need to get you out of here and to Eleanor."

She watched as he used the water to pick the locks of the cuffs. Clicking told her that he had unlocked them.

"What's going on here?" Thomas's voice asked.

Willow flinched. She didn't want him here. She didn't want to be here the next time he showed up. She glanced over at Sawyer and saw him tensed. His eyes held pure anger in them.

"I'll be right back," Sawyer said not even looking at her.

"Don't leave," Willow mumbled grabbing ahold of Sawyer's arm. She surprised herself and by the look on Sawyers face him as well.

"Don't worry I'm just going to teach my brother a lesson," Sawyer said.

His eyes were soft and held concern in them as he looked at her. He gently removed her hands and then jumped off the cliff. The four angular people and moved to stand around her just in case Thomas tried to do something. She couldn't see Thomas or Sawyer but she could hear blades colliding and every now and then a grunt or cry of pain could be heard. She wished she could see what was going on, but didn't dare risk moving.

Silence greeted Willow. Footsteps moved from the water to stone. Sawyer walked up to them. But he kept his distance just like Thomas did when her new friends were around her. He was covered in blood and bruises. Glow sticks and the others moved away slowing Sawyer to get closer to her.

"Let's get you to the boat," Sawyer said picking her up.

She winced in pain as Sawyer's arm touched it. She felt every step Sawyer took. He must have noticed and whispered," just bear with the pain a little longer, kitten."

She was soon gently placed in the boat and they were on their way back to the boat. Closing her eyes Willow listened to the ocean waves as sleep took her.