The Farmer's Damsel

Running from home was never a good idea, but running for her life was the only option she had. Being caught in at a murder scene was something that she never imagined. Shock has her passing out and waking up in a stranger's house who only wants to get rid of her. Trying to stand up on her own two feet, what will she do when her past catches up with her fast?

Extract

The sound of something slamming on the table shook me once again. I turned around and saw a backpack on the table. "Here's your shit. Clothes washed, food for the way and water."

I nodded, knowing that my time had come.

"Thank you... for everything." I mumbled and reached for the bag. He shoved it into my hand and I hooked it over my shoulder. I didn't look back again and headed for the door. I opened the door and stepped out and just like that I was alone again. I looked around and it looked like he owned a decently sized farm. I could hear the chickens and cows. There was a little small river around the side with swans swimming past. There were all kinds of birds, ducks, geese and some other local little birds. I walked down the pathway and made my way through, hoping that it would lead me through to the nearest town.

It had been a couple of hours, my stamina wasn't what it used to be since I ran from home. I barely found food. And avoided being in public at night. I looked up at the sky, it was getting dark and cloudy which was a stark contrast to when I left. It was bright and sunny although it was September. It usually rained like crazy.

And just when I thought that it was going to rain, I felt the first drop on my face. I quickly sped up and looked for shelter. All I needed was a massive tree. My determination to find shelter was fading as my legs grew tired. The forest was never ending, when was I going to find a road here?