| the high road home | kou
Sept 12, 2015 1:18:23 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Sept 12, 2015 1:18:23 GMT -5
O T I S C A S T I L L O
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[ I will always return ]
Small beads of sweat form on my brow, the suns scorching rays a reminder that even though summer was coming to an end, it wasn't over yet. Summer had been brutal- heat waves last for months, turning the earths surface into the skin of a lumber jacks hand; dry and cracked. The wind kicked up dust, soil parched void of any sort of moisture. And the trees. The trees bark was weak, it crumbled, no longer able to protect the tree, revealing a new layer of skin, one slightly stronger not yet torched by heat.
My fingers fumble with the axe, my uncertainty excruciatingly obvious. The amount of times that I have actually handled a tool like this amounts to twice. The first time was a time that I tried to forget. It was when Cyrus and I were still trapped, our abusive father torturing us. Back then it had ben a pick axe, one that I ha planned to use on him, one that I had planned to smash into his skull, to see the blood drip down his pale white skin... to see the life die in his eyes. I had had my chance too... but when the moment came I couldn't do it. Cyrus had still been so young and when he had looked up at me, his eyes filled with innocence, with fear I knew that I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill another man in front of his eyes. Well thats what I tell myself when in reality I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to kill the man who was my father, after all he was meant to love me. He was meant to care for me and despite everything he had put me through maybe I had still even loved him.
But that Love was gone now. It was no where to be seen.
The second was now.
Quickly I flick my glance over my shoulder, my eyes meeting with the man in charge. He walks over to me, his face split with a grin. "You hold that axe like a little girl," he comments, tucking his rough hands into the pockets of his pants. I don't say a word, just look away my hands tightening around the handle of the axe. "What? The cat got your tongue?" He purrs, leaning in closer and thats when I pull the axe over my shoulder, one hand on my hip I turn to face him, my eyes alight with anger.
"I got this. Why don't you just wander back over to your post? where you do what you do best? Nothing." I don't wait for a response, my feet already carrying me away from the man. When I am no longer in hearing distance I let out a rattled sigh and close my eyes for a moment, allowing my fear of men slowly slip away. I didn't need to fear him. He didn't want to hurt me. I was safe here.
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