What Once Was Mine

"Fuck!" I say, stopping in my place. I know that if I keep running, they will catch me and take Lottie too. The man, my mate, has already proved he has no problems putting his hands on me. I will never let anyone hurt Lottie, so I stay still, shaking my head and hands wildly at her.

"No!" I yell, causing her to stop. I turn around and throw my fist, managing to catch him in the cheek. He staggers backwards, not expecting the force behind my hit, and then grabs my arms tightly, creating matching bruises. He throws me over his shoulder and I claw at his eyes, blocking him from the sight of my little sister. He curses and grabs my hands, turns around, and begins walking into the wood.

"Let me go!" I yell, words tripping over the cries in my throat. Lottie sobs silently, covering her mouth with her little hands. I scream, cry, punch, kick, but no matter what I do, it'll never hurt the man more than me at the sight of Lottie breaking down on the porch of our shack.

And I realize that I will do whatever I can to keep my promise.

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A timeless retelling of a classic trope. Proceed with caution- I have no update schedule :).