Almost Gone- A Keeper of the Lost Cities Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Fintan, touching her thigh, sliding her tunic up, touching her bra, touching her back, all while burning her.  Sophie too afraid to say anything at all or to complain or fight back, terrified that he would do something more. Panting, trying to relish those dark images from her mind, she forced herself to wake. 

She let go of those thoughts, and ordered herself to have control in thoughts. Coming back, Sophie could hear the noise outside of her, but it was like she was immune to it. She did want to go back, to her actual life, but she didn't quite know how to. 

What did Fintan do to me, she thought, now imagining that people would just view her as more of a freak than every before. She could just envision Stina, eyeing her as a queer thing, a freak. 

She noticed that she wasn't exactly awake, and not exactly unconscious, she was like in the grey line between white and black. 

Erasing herself from those thoughts, she found herself in a new dilemma. She could hear Grady shouts, and she could smell the aroma of smoke in the air. Things were exploding outside of her body, plates were crashing, and cabinets were plucked down from their hinges.

Don't hurt them, she wanted to say, but she knew she didn't make a difference. Trying to wake herself up, she heard the  high pitched voice of Mr. Forkle screaming to whoever was near him, to pick someone up, to bring it out of the house, before--she paused while the realization dawned on to her, was she the person who Forkle was referring to? 

Questions raced through her mind, and she hated herself for not waking up and fighting whatever was happening outside. 

She felt a dread in her stomach when blaring screams turned ear-splitting, but there was too many that she couldn't apprehend who they all came from. The could tell the air was enveloped in smoke, but Sophie could breathe normally but if she was stuck their longer, the smoke would dominate her lungs. 

Pressuring herself not to panic, or like Alden had always said, "There's no reason to worry," she just lay awake in her mind, pretending not to think about all the noise around her like the sounds of heavy furniture splitting apart, or the fact that Fintan had sent Edaline away to somewhere she didn't know, but she had known for a long time that the guilt would always drive her thoughts, and her actions.

Boots running clacked beside her, and she really believed in Alden's saying in that moment as strong arms engulfed, and half-ran while carrying her. The familiar body held her close to its chest, as she cuddled, almost sighing at the warmth, the safeness. The last thing she heard before her mind went blank was a very familiar voice saying in her ear, "You're safe Foster."

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