Heather and Kody
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Whoever knew love would come so plenty?
Whoever knew the blond Heather would become disillusion with life and love and scared out of her wits!
‘Falling back into the woods, feeling her lips, the kiss of no return, scared her to death.'
With Kody, Hunters wolf on her heels, half running from what she didn’t really know, just down right scared of feelings that she didn’t understand.
Remembering her past everyone thinking she had an illicit love affair but she really knew it had been rape after all, she had only been sixteen, everyone wanted to think the worse of her. What if that happened to her again? She could not show any feelings, she could not feel at all.
She fell and was lying on her face with her tears shaking her whole body; Kody lay down beside of her and waited.
Heather woke up dreaming, the Beatles singing to her.
I am only sleeping she dreamed.
"Heather please wake up.'
I'm only sleeping
She awakened slowly, muttering a bit when the sunlight intruded on her dreams. She shifted, or tried to when something hard was poking her as she looked down and realized it was mixture of rocks and roots and lots of limbs.
She sat up hearing music, feeling her bruised cut up face. What in the world happened to her and where was she? Finally getting her bearings and realizing a lot of fur was beside of her.
It was Kody, and the music, was coming from the farm. She reached out and loved on Kody when she realized she was hungry.
“Kody, you need to go home, I want to thank you for staying with me and loving me.”
Kody looked at her and stood up not moving, while she got up and loved on him again and then started for the farm. She looked back and Kody was gone.
She didn’t know what time it was, but perhaps for the first time in her life it didn’t matter.
As she walked to the edge of the woods she realized she heard a lot of commotion loud voices which made her stop and step back into the woods. As she got on her knees, and peeled out from behind a tree that is when she saw the police, they had everyone lined up searching them and asking questions. She couldn’t understand at first what was being said. Then after a few minutes she heard her name. The police were looking for her. She fell back on her hands and crawled away. Wondering where she should go and what was she going to do.
She knew the woods would be the next place they would look. She did not want to go back to the Convent.
She got up and started running. She wanted to get away as fast as possible.
She didn’t want to go towards Hunter’s house again so she ran the opposite direction.
She was running so fast and hard that the branches that were tearing her skin but it didn’t seem to faze her. She ran a good hour before she saw anything that looked like she could stop at, and then she was hesitant.
She knelt down and watched.
The house was built on the bottom of the hill. It was old and rustic wood looking. There was a chimney and a front porch with a chair. It sure could use a fresh paint job.
Looking she still hadn’t seen anyone until she looked at a big tree about 100 yards from the house near the woods she saw an arm. It looked like someone was standing behind the tree. She had a feeling it was a man’s arm.
She started creeping up on the tree scared to say anything not sure what to do.
The arm was not moving. She started circling the tree still enough distance away from the man she did not want him to see her yet. She could not understand why he was not moving but standing at the tree. He seemed to be totally unconnected with anything or anybody, it was just too weird.
Finally she was in a position where she could see his face. He had a rugged face, he had seen hard times. His eyes were looking into the distance as they were sunken in his face. Heather looked the way he was looking, and just saw Trees, Mountains and sky.
She finally got her nerve up and was walking to him and with a voice not much more than a whisper, “Sir? Hello Sir!”
Then she thought she heard him say something so she got closer.
“What?” she said. “Say that again. I didn’t quite catch….”
But this was something that the man – whoever he was – could not do. From looking very ill indeed, he changed to looking infinitely worse. And instead of speaking he turned paler still, gave a great convulsive cough. Heather instinctively reached for him and realized when he fell back so quickly, that he was dead that she jumped back from him.
Then she saw her own hand; the one that she had put on his shirt.
There was something wet and sticky on it.
She stared at it for a long moment in the dim light before she recognized it for what it was.
She stumbled and turned to run when she saw Hunter and Kody staring at her.
“What have you done?”
To be continued.
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