Cherry Wine: a Hozier Fanfic

The Resolution

~Back to personal POV~
(Picking back up from NFWMB Part-1)

I tried to kick him again and again, but to no avail.

Trying to hold my breathe, I continued to scratch and attempt to pull the rag off of my face. I tried to reach back over to the drawer, slapping my hand around to feel for the openness.

As I do this, I manage to get my foot against his chest and I push him off me again and into the chair over by the window, hearing a loud snap from it. I lean over to the drawer and grab the switch knife, flipping it open and aiming it towards him as I catch my breathe.

Suddenly I have a change of thought and look at my tied up ankle, then back at him. I quickly stretch to saw off the rope that's handicapped my ankle during this whole endeavor, cautiously watching him as I do this.

I cough as I continue to take loud heavy breaths, not taking my eyes off of him, though, I wonder why he is being so still now when he had so much energy a moment ago.

Oh how I'd love to doddle on over to check if he's okay. Leave it to me to think about the feelings of a man who's trying to kill me!

I finally hear a snap and look to my feet to see my freed ankle. I tussle with the bedsheets in a panic to be untangled from its web and finally manage to throw my legs over the side of the bed. As I do so, I see the man shuffle to stand, he looks weak, but I don't let my guard down and point the tiny knife at this brute of a man anyways.

As he raises himself to his knees, I look over at the open front door and make a break for it, ignoring the throbbing pain of my right ankle.

"Hozier!" I scream into the night as I pass through the open doorway, inhaling a sharp breathe as I breathe in the country rain. I look around and see nothing but pitch black woodland and a beat up old, red truck parked in front of the cabin.

I squash my way over to the truck, mud slipping in between my toes uncomfortably.

I pull the door handle but it won't budge; it's locked. Of course it's fucking locked. Who ever said this would be easy?

I think of my options quickly. Either break the glass, or go get the keys.

Suddenly I hear the man trudge his way to the doorway of the cabin, I duck down beside the vehicle and hide behind a tire, realizing I'm completely naked, and why I am.. Heat flashes over my body as I think of how I got this way. Not the worst reason to be naked and running away from a killer in the forest.

I shrug at my thought and listen for him, though it's hard to hear his steps over the rumble of the thunder in the ground and the rain falling along the frame of the truck.

Squishing my hands into the mud, I decide to crawl under the truck as quietly as I could, mud now covering the entire front side of my body.

I see him. He's still standing at the doorway. He's scanning all of the outdoors, and I can feel more than rain trickling down my brow when I realise just how intimidating this man really looks.

His hair was the same length as Hozier's, yes, but his stature was nothing to be compared with.

His height just barely could pass under the head of the door, and his arms looked as they could hold a few people on them. My breathing began to quicken at the thought of even me fighting him and how messy it would end up. There would be a clear winner in that fight no doubt about it.

After his long pause of scanning the woods, he begins heading my way. I quickly cover my mouth. Oh no no no I think he saw me!

He walks to the tail end of the truck and stands there a moment, the tip of his boots are facing outward. I sigh in relief realizing he has NOT spotted me. I may actually have a chance of escaping! But.. What about Hozier?

I watch as his boots now trudge through the heavy mud and around the side of the truck. He opens the driver side door and I can physically see the entire truck sink into the mud as he settles in and slams the creeky door behind him.

I smile as I lay in this mud puddle. But it quickly fades soon after.

When he backs up he'll see me!

The imagery flashes through my head now in a panic. I can see him backing up, fully knowing that I'm under here, and when I stand up to run away, he'll run me down with his truck! I'll be set flat as a skipping rock!

I look at the mud and hold my breathe as I pray. The thunder singing and the lightning dancing around us.

My ears are filled with the sound of the truck choking to a start and the rain tapping against it.

I hear him put the truck in gear, holding my breathe and letting out a quiet whine as he does this.

I look over and watch the tires as he accelerates. They spin in the thick mud and it flies everywhere. I cover my eyes with my forearm as he continues to splatter it around before realizing he's not moving anywhere.

Listening to the truck turning off, I continue to lay still as I look over my shoulder, seeing his boots drop back to the mud, one after the other, making his way to the tail end of the truck.

I watch as he sticks his toes in the ground, trying to push the truck out of its dirty little pit, but to no avail. A curse word slips his lips, and the voice sounds quiet familiar.

I watch his feet he pauses there, pacing for a moment before walking off in the direction of the woods.

Catching my breathe I stare off in the distance, hoping that he'll finally stay away.

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After what feels like an hour of laying here, I decide to crawl out from under the truck and cautiously scout the area, then soon running as fast as my legs could carry me straight through the front door of the cabin, slamming it and finally locking it.

I push my back against the door and slide down it slowly, bringing my knees to my chest as the wet mud descends down along with me.

I rest my face in my palms and sob. My heart is racing, and I'm shivering from the rain drenching me.

I look up at the dark room, my cheeks covered in mud and tears, and think to myself how lucky I am to be alive.

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