Untold Truth

Chapter 4

I wake up at 8 am out of habit. My dad's already gone to work which is perfect because I have today planned out. I'm going to find that boy and question him. Only I'll be ready this time, I'm not going to be pushed around. I will stand my ground.

I go downstairs and search for something that will work as breakfast. I opt for an apple and a Cliff bar. I eat quickly then go back upstairs to get ready. I take a nice long shower and scrub off all of the makeup from the previous night. I feel like I am washing away the shame that Bobby's hand left on me too. The water at the bottom of the shower is extremely dirty from walking bare foot most of the night.

I get out and pick out something to wear. I should probably wear something flexible to allow me to be ready for anything. I through on my dark jeans and gray California hoodie. I put on my black combat ankle boots and toss my light brown hair in a side braid. I want this boy to take me seriously. I mean business and am not someone to mess with. At least I hope that's what he sees.

I know I shouldn't but I can't help but put on a little makeup to bring out my brown eyes. I look in my full length mirror and pray I don't look to ridiculous. I'm shocked that I don't. I look somewhat intimidating but still pretty. The only problem is that I'm tiny. Short and thin, it could make me an easy target...

I go to my room and lock the door so no one will come inside. Then I crawl out the window and climb down a tree by it. I check for my dad's car but he is definitely at work. I've gotten so used to getting caught when I was little that I now take so many precautions as to not get caught. I wonder if this is ambitious or stupid. A little of both I suppose. Keeping that in mind I head out into the forest. After all, danger's practically my middle name, right?

As soon as I'm in the forest I immediately feel better. All my doubts are gone. Nature always does this to me, makes me feel alive. I feel infinite. I run down a hiking trail for before disappearing to make my way to a little clearance I made a two years ago. In the clearance I put a bench to sit on. I reach under it and shuffle through the dirt until I find my bow and arrows. I haven't hunted in almost a month now, with my dad doing work from home, and it's been killing me.

I look at my bow and stroke it once before stringing it. I get stuck starring at my bow and wonder about that boy. My mind has been revolving around him since last night. I break my mind away from him and decide that before I go I should probably practice first.

I take my things and walk off a little deeper into the woods to a place no one knows about but me. There is my targets I've made. I have a whole arena set up with over a dozen targets.

I take an arrow out of my quiver and inspect it. I run my hand down it until I reach the feathers, then I put it in my bow. I pull back the string and aim at the target. I spread my feet apart, squint one eye, and release it along with a breath.

Perfect shot. Dead center. I smile to myself knowing that I still got it. I shoot a few more just to be sure then put the arrows back in the quiver. I want to scream out with how excited I am. I put my bow around me then run back out to the clearance. I decide that the best approach would be to start from my house and backtrack to find this boy. I make my way to my house and I can actually see his foot prints leading away from here for a few feet, then they disappear.

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After walking over a mile I start to pay better attention to my where abouts. There's no way I'm stepping in a trap again. I feel like I have been walking around for awhile. I change directions and see something strange. The ground seems to be uneven here.

I pick up some rocks and through one in front of me into the uneven terrain. As soon as it hits the ground it sets off a trap. The net swings into the air trapping nothing. As I walk I make sure to through rocks in my path way. I come across a fee more traps and I start to get used to recognizing them on the ground. Why on earth would he want to keep someone out so badly?

Something comes into my peripheral vision and slams me against a tree. I don't scream showing that I'm not scared even though I'm really terrified.

Out of habit my eyes are closed. As I open them that deep mysterious voice I've been aching to here since last night says, "I thought I told you to never come back?"