The Daisy || Newt Love Story

Chapter 6

I looked at Anne, walking over to the woods with a bucket in her hands.

Gally sent her away early because she was no good in building. It was kinda. Sometimes, you could see that Gally was really trying not to get mad at her. I think they have become pretty good friends now.

I crouch back down again, making a hole for some tomato seeds. My hands are dirty, but I dont care. I can wash them later.

A few minutes go by, and I suddenly hear a high-pitched scream. I looked over to Zart, who was also looking at me. I now looked over at the place of the scream and saw Anne get tackled down by Jackson. That bloody shuck-face!

I run over to them, picking up a shovel on the way. I can't run very fast because of my limp, but I am the closest one yet.

As I got close, I saw that he had his hand gripped tight around Anne's neck. That bloody shank. I lifted my shovel and just slammed it across Jackson's head, making him crash down on the floor.

Anne was coughing for air, and I quickly dropped my shovel, sitting down beside her.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Everything is alright." I tried to calm her, but she was still hyperfentilating like crazy.

I kept talking

"Everything is okay."
"Breathe in, breathe out."
"I'm not leaving."
"Focus on my words, Anne."

I saw that she was fading away. "No, stay with me, Anne," I said. I felt emty. I lifted her head on my lap and started talking to her, but she was already out. Shit. Shit, Shit, Shit!

I screamed for Cliff and Jeff, who came running at me.

"Zart, put Jackson in the pit!" I said, and Zart emediatly grabbed Jackson up and started walking. His head was bleeding but not too bad. I should've hit him harder.

Clint took one look and her and said: "Get her to the hut." He ordered. I quickly lifted her up bridal style and ran to the medjack's hut. My leg hurt like hell, but I ignored it. Anne was more important.

We came in, and Clint, who was grabbing some bottles of some sort of fluid, signaled to a room. I quickly stepped into the room and laid her down on the bed.

Clint and Jeff both came in and laid some stuff down on a table beside her.

Her neck already turned shades of green and purple.

Clint touched it carefully. "It's warm. He had a strong grip on her," Clint said. I was fuming. It made something boil in me. Something I've never felt before.

"It makes quite sense. He's almost twice her size." Jeff said. I just looked at Anne, laying unconious on the bed. Her neck is bruised pretty badly already. Who knows what he had done to her.

"How long till she wakes up?" I asked concerned.

"Could be in five minutes, could be in 5 days. But it shouldn't take longer than a week. It just depends on how much sleep she needs." Clint said.

"Okay," I sighed. She hadn't been sleeping very well, last few nights.

Alby now came in. He looked at Anne, then at me, and then at Clint. "How's she doin'?" He asked.

"She's breathing," Clint said, sighing. "Her neck is bruised, so it should take a week or 2 for her to fully heal. In the first week, she just needs rest, but in the second week, she can do more things." Clint said.

"Good, we'll have a meeting about this, tho. But she first needs to wake up and tell us what happened because Jackson won't say a thing about it." Alby said, looking at Anne and her neck.