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StormWolfsong
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Kaia Denton had been traveling for the last seven weeks, her funds were running low which worried her but she was determined to keep going. She would not risk being caught and getting sent back home to her father. She was afraid that if she did, the next beating she took from Hank would end her life. The fifteen year old had no idea what had happened to her mother, her father claimed her mom had left them but the more she had suffered under his fists and hands causing her pain, the more she wondered. Had her father killed her mother? Had her mother willingly left her with a man that would beat her? Kaia figured one day she might find out. But, for now her biggest focus was on surviving.
Over the last few weeks she had begun to eat less, trying to save her money as much as she could. She was lucky she had been hiding away the money in the first place, if she hadn’t then she wouldn’t have made it this long. However in the weather she was now caught in she didn’t know if she would make it longer. She was regretting not going with that last person who offered her a ride since it was half an hour later when the storm that had been threatening for nearly two days finally broke. Within moments she was soaked, her red hair matted against her neck and drops of water nearly blinding her as the rain got worse. Still, she continued to trudge along the deserted rode, unaware how much further she needed to go to the next store.
When the wind picked up, driving the rain into battering her soft skin and causing visibility to be threatened further, she turned on the nearest path she saw and hoped it led somewhere safe. She couldn’t say how far she walked away from the road before she thought she saw shelter and with each tired step she took, she watched it get closer. She hadn’t slept much, the nightmares always waking her, it made her body even weaker than the lack of food.
Finally coming to a covered porch she tripped over the first stair and ended up crawling up the rest of the way, moving to huddle further on the porch out of the rain. She barely made it before blackness swept in and took her, her final thought was a prayer that she lived through the night.
She had no way of knowing how long she slept or where she was when the nightmare hit and she screamed in her sleep, thrashing about as though trying to ward something off and run at the same time. “No, please!” She cried in her sleep, tears sliding down her pale cheeks. “No more! I’ll be good!” Her cries became softer but continual, whimpers as though remembered pain was being relived.
Over the last few weeks she had begun to eat less, trying to save her money as much as she could. She was lucky she had been hiding away the money in the first place, if she hadn’t then she wouldn’t have made it this long. However in the weather she was now caught in she didn’t know if she would make it longer. She was regretting not going with that last person who offered her a ride since it was half an hour later when the storm that had been threatening for nearly two days finally broke. Within moments she was soaked, her red hair matted against her neck and drops of water nearly blinding her as the rain got worse. Still, she continued to trudge along the deserted rode, unaware how much further she needed to go to the next store.
When the wind picked up, driving the rain into battering her soft skin and causing visibility to be threatened further, she turned on the nearest path she saw and hoped it led somewhere safe. She couldn’t say how far she walked away from the road before she thought she saw shelter and with each tired step she took, she watched it get closer. She hadn’t slept much, the nightmares always waking her, it made her body even weaker than the lack of food.
Finally coming to a covered porch she tripped over the first stair and ended up crawling up the rest of the way, moving to huddle further on the porch out of the rain. She barely made it before blackness swept in and took her, her final thought was a prayer that she lived through the night.
She had no way of knowing how long she slept or where she was when the nightmare hit and she screamed in her sleep, thrashing about as though trying to ward something off and run at the same time. “No, please!” She cried in her sleep, tears sliding down her pale cheeks. “No more! I’ll be good!” Her cries became softer but continual, whimpers as though remembered pain was being relived.