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Post by Kate Miller on Jan 26, 2008 23:33:45 GMT
Kate sat staring at the rapidly moving water in front of her. It was peaceful sat on the log watching the water flow past her. But it didn’t half make her need to relieve herself. She’d survive. There was nowhere to go around here and she was going back to the village just yet.
She held the soaked cloth to her cheek. It was no longer cold, but it hurt when she took it away. Her lip was already scabbing over. Lovely, another scar. That bastard of a man had already given her so many. It was getting ridiculous the amount of lies she had to keep telling. But she loved her sister too much to tell them the truth. Sarah probably knew she was lying anyway. In fact Kate was pretty certain she knew. She was a smart kid.
She let out a long, hefty sigh. Fingering the cloth in her hand she clenched her jaw. A mistake on so many levels. It tore at the slit in her lip, and the muscle in her cheek ached. All in all if she moved her face it sent out a pang of dull aching pain. And occasionally a sharp tang, and a new taste of fresh blood from her lip.
She hated her father.
She’d have to explain to Luke as well. He’d be back at some point over the next few days. She supposed anyway, unless he stayed with them. She hoped more than anything that he came back to her, if only for a while. He could serve as protection. In some sense of the word. His presence there would decrease the risk of her father hitting her.
The wind was picking up slightly. So the cooling breeze was turning into the nightly chill. It was getting late. She’d have to go back soon now. She’d been sat there near the whole day, thinking over and over in her head of the last 24 hours. How surreal it had all been, how much of a good time she’d had. Outlaw lessons with Allan. Then it all went terribly wrong.
She’d sneak back into the house when her father went to shut down the Mill for the night. At least that was the plan. If she missed him it was good. If she didn’t he’d yell at her for being late and they’d argue again. And again.
[OOC - Yes I am gunna talk to myself.. what else can I do?]
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Post by Sarah Miller on Jan 26, 2008 23:45:18 GMT
Sarah had been watching the children of Knighton run around manically. Watching as again Rachel rejected Robin for Much. Smirking to herself, and walking back towards the house she heard shouting.
Not again
She heard her father yell at Kate, and heard something whack into something else. She cringed as she imagined Kate being thrown across the room into the desk of bed. She wished her father would learn to sort his anger out in a different way.
Would it be mean to say she was glad Kate was there? If she wasn’t it would be her that her father turned on when he was in a mood. She didn’t want that, but she didn’t want Kate to be beaten on either. She never understood what it was she did wrong – normally she presumed it was nothing.
She heard the front door open and close as somebody slipped out. She looked round the corner of the house, to see Kate run off towards the forest. Sarah knew then that she wouldn’t be back for a while. If at all.
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It was nearing dinner time and Kate still wasn’t back. Where was she? Her belongings were still in their room, so she hadn’t left, but she wasn’t there either. After the family ate, she gathered up some bread and the remains of the pie (it was a Tuesday the outlaws would be dropping food off tomorrow). She left the house and headed in the direction Kate had gone in earlier.
Sarah had found her sister a few times on thee occasions, but never had she approached her. She just watched her. This time however she had to give her food, she would starve otherwise. Not that they weren’t already short of everything.
”You know, sitting in the cold won’t help your cause Katey.” she mumbled as she approached where the shape of her hunched sister. She handed over the bread and other titbits before perching next to her on the log.
”What did you do this time?” she asked, not looking at her sister but staring up through the trees at the discoloured sky.
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Post by Kate Miller on Jan 27, 2008 0:14:20 GMT
Sarah wasn’t looking at her when she passed her the food, and sat beside her. She wasn’t surprised, she probably didn’t want to see what it was her father could inflict. She accepted the food but she didn’t want to eat in front of Sarah. It hurt to move her jaw as it was.
”You know, sitting in the cold won’t help your cause Katey.” Kate laughed slightly at that. Always trying to make the best out of a situation. She merely nodded and mumbled in agreement. Taking her hand away from her face, she didn’t see the point in hiding it from Sarah. She already knew.
”What did you do this time?” Kate thought about it what had she done? A lot. She deserved it this time. A lot more than she did normally. She had been unattended in the house with a stranger. A man no less. She’d spent the night with him, and allowed him to stay again her father’s wishes. She’d gotten annoyed at her father and being disrespectful to him
”Too many things to list,” she muttered letting out a slight snort of a laugh. ”You shouldn’t be here Sarah. It will only get you into trouble for siding with the ‘disobedient one’” she mocked, pulling off a small hunk of bread so it would require less jaw movement.
”Does Rach know?”
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Post by Sarah Miller on Jan 27, 2008 1:20:32 GMT
”You shouldn’t be here Sarah,”
”And I should be at home with the person that did this to you? I don’t think.” She turned to look at her sister now. She could see the purple blemish, swelling slightly on the side of her face. This couldn’t be right. What sort of parent did this to their child? She wanted to reach out, she wanted to run her fingers over it and erase it. Get rid of it. Make the pain go away. But she couldn’t. So she reached out for her sister’s hand instead.
”She doesn’t know. I won’t tell her. She’s not old enough for this.” She mumbled looking down at the stream again. Was this meant to be calming? Kate seemed to think so. She always hid down here. It was her little place. If she didn’t see her for a while, she always checked, just to make sure she was okay. Today was the first time she’d actually intruded.
”You don’t deserve it you know.” She managed looking back up to her sister’s broken face. Trying to give an encouraging smile. She didn’t know what had happened, maybe she had deserved it. Maybe she had gone so far over his head that he’d had enough. Maybe she’d threatened to leave.
Sarah didn’t really understand why she didn’t. Leave that is. She could make enough money, and survive on her own, and her father wouldn’t dare follow. He wasn’t that much of a man…
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Post by Kate Miller on Jan 27, 2008 21:45:01 GMT
Kate shook her head. As far as her father knew her siblings knew nothing of what was going on between them. Kate was just very accident prone. Or so he liked to believe. Kate knew that Rachel was none the wiser, she wouldn’t think of her father that way. But Sarah, Sarah was different. She knew better. She knew what their father could get like.
Kate didn’t think that her sister had ever seen it; she heard the arguments for sure, seen the outcome, but never seen it. Or so Kate hoped anyway.
”He’s your father, Sarah. Don’t judge him on what he does. You should still love him, I know I do. Even if he is a complete bas-“ she stopped herself. Sarah should hear such language. Especially from her.
”I might not deserve it, most of the time. But after last night, I probably did.” a tear fell down her cheek. This wasn’t right surely? She shook her head violently, blinking hard and stopping herself. No. It wasn’t right. So she wasn’t going to let the bastard get away with it.
”We should be getting back you know, Sar. Otherwise he’s just gunna get annoyed more. You just wait for when Lukey turns up. Then the git will have a field day.” she stood up throwing the remained water down onto the dirt. Walking up the path towards the village.
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Post by Sarah Miller on Jan 27, 2008 21:54:53 GMT
”He’s your father, Sarah.”[/i] Yeah, he might be her father, but what kind of a father did this to his daughter? Not any of her friend father’s that was for sure. A while back the relationship between Kate and their father had been eh talk of the washer-women. That’s when she first heard it. They’d gone quite when she’d come into the circle, and when she’d gone she heard them talking more.
”Even if he is a complete bas-“[/i] ”Bastard?” Sarah quirked and eyebrow and dodged the soft blow that came her way. She laughed and followed Kate’s gaze. She was looking at the water again. What did she find so fascinating about it?
”Nobody deserves that. And definitely not for having found such a cute guy…” she trailed off. Thinking about it, that was probably the reason he blew his top. She’d been alone with the guy, and they’d never met him before. Even if he was a git, her father still cared about their welfare (the majority of the time anyway). He didn’t want them to be made fools of – by any one apart from him – or made indecent by men…
”Please eat that won’t you. Otherwise I came here for nothing!” she laughed and trotted up the path after her sister. ”Lukey…”[/i]
”Luke? Luke Scarlett? He’s back?” a smile spread over her face. She missed the Scarlett boys, Luke more than Will. Will was a little too old to really pay attention to her. Luke had always been nice to her though.
Her sister threw an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a small hug, saying something about ”Yes Lukey-boy”[/i]and laughing before dragging her off back towards their house.
(OCC - Godmodding myself. big doom!)
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