On The Hill

Chapter 5: saviour

[[WARNING: minor acts of harassment and sexual assault]]

"It's really pretty" her dad spoke, "it's quite unusual for you but still it's very nice".

"Thank you, it was just something about it that I liked" she smiled looking at the necklace, is swayed as she picked it up.

"And it was free, the lady gave it to you" her mum smiled, admiring the sparkles.

Arya smiled at it, it could be her good-luck charm....

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The night seemed to get darker and so did Marco. He held onto her neck and grabbed her wrists tightly. the chain of the necklace dug into her neck as did the hand gripping the back of it, it was a cold which helped with the burning sensation.

Arya wanted scream and shout until her lungs deflated and ran cold. She wanted to run, run for the hills and go back to her parents, she wanted to see them one last time...

"What was that marc?.." one of the boys turned his head to the surrounding trees.

"Just the wind, no one is out here this time of night" he spat, taking his attention back to the girl he held so tightly.

"No I-I heard something..." the boy was still on edge, his eyes couldn't stop searching for the source of the sounds he heard.

"Fuckin...." Marcos voice stopped, he heard something too. Was that the sound of a dog?...

"Ah shit!..." the boy in front of Arya jumped and sprinted for the hills, so did the other. Out from the darkness came storm, growling and barking. It was like he'd come out from thin air.

Arya's face lit up, finally someone to save her. "Your not going anywhere slut!" He held her so tight her eyes closed, she began to see blurs of colour, that were left from the moonlight.

She suddenly felt the pressure of his hand ease, enough so her eyes could open once more. There stood another figure now in front of them, he was taller and skinnier.

Arya knew it was neither of the two boys who stood their before but still he seemed familiar. He was also equipped with something the other two weren't, a baseball bat.

"Who the fuc..." once again Marco was stopped.

"Let her go or I will smack your face so hard you won't even remember what happened" his voice was smooth, calming, it made one feel safe even in that situation. His firmness was reassuring to Arya.

"You wouldn't dare!" He let go of Arya, his explosive temper seemed to get the better of him often. She fell to the ground, her hands just catching her on the way down.

Her head turned to the two boys, they stared at one another.

"Oh, we'll see about that" with his last word he swung the bat behind him and hit right into his stomach. He collapsed in front of him, holding onto himself.

The tall boy looked at Arya, she got up from the ground, their eyes connected. His face was stern but his features were soft. It was hard to see from the loss of light, but still familiar.

At this moment storm came bounding over and stood by Arya, his nose nudged on her hand softly.

"Run" His voice spoke to her with care and gentleness. She nodded slightly and grabbed onto storms lead, they raced back to the caravan site, without another word.

Arya did as she was told, she could have been heading in the completely wrong direction but I didn't really matter, as long as she was away from that Marco, before he could do anymore harm to her.

Yet she wouldn't be running free if it wasn't for that other boy who saved her, he really did seem familiar.

The trees began to spread out more, like she was coming to a clearing, she passed a wooden sign. There was no time to read, she knew where she was now and only minutes away from the site.

Storm bounded in time with Arya's feet, she wasn't sure what she was going to do when she got back.

Would her parents notice she's been gone too long? Would they ask why she didn't text? Would they ask why she looked like she'd been beaten half to death? how would she answer?

She didn't want to tell them that the boy from the other day just tried to hurt her or better still, tried to kill her. He most certainly had the intentions for it, she hoped that would be the last of him.

She reached the little bridge, all the caravans were now in sight. Some still sat out with their families, talking and eating. Others had closed up for the night.

Arya tried to walk calmly along the weaved road, turning as she reached her own caravan. She did her best to collect some sort of composure before going in to see her parents.

Her heart pounded from the running and the anxiety of what was to happen in the next few moments. Her hand automatically opened the door and entered with storm.

She found her parents sitting watching something on tv, a half opened bag of crisps sat on the table, with two drinks to match.

"How was your walk hunny?" Her mum asked not even taking her eyes off the screen. Arya's dad on the other hand looked and frowned as he saw the mud and debris on her clothes and hair.

"What happened?" He asked, sitting up from his relaxed position.

Arya stared at them trying to say focused, she glanced at herself, cleaning off some of the debris.

"Well, funny story I-I" they waited patiently for her response," I tripped and kind of fell down a hill" she smiled weakly.

Her mums face softened to a slight chuckle, she didn't seem too bothered knowing she wasn't seriously hurt. Her father on the other hand, his face did not change. He looked for any signs of perception. Arya just rubbed her neck, realising how much it hurt, that would leave a bruise the next day.

"Oh right, well you need to be more careful, I don't want you going out this late again" he spoke, he had suspicions of the truth, "go get cleaned up".

Relief crossed her face, she walked into the bathroom, washing the dirt from her hair and face. Her fingernails were filled with dirt and sand, making her cringe at the state of them.

She washed out many cuts, all over her body, most covered from her clothes. She knew most of her injuries were from the fall but it wasn't the physical ones she was worried about.

She looked at her head to see where the cut was and dabbed a wet towel on it, it stung but eventually stopped bleeding profusely.

Arya's reflection stared back at her, pained and scarred. She couldn't see herself, only a desperate poor girl who'd barely escaped from all sorts of trouble.

A tear began to fall, she watched it roll down her already wet face. It was warm, comforting some how, her way of releasing her pain, leaving it behind as she left.