Nothing's Fair in Love and War


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2. Chapter 2: Rescued

I felt strong yet weak arms carrying me. I knew we weren't in the little old shed anymore. I felt a hot burning sensation around me. I tried opening my eyes but the heat was just too much. I tried talking but my throat felt so hoarse and like if it was on fire. Apparently the person carrying noticed my struggling and spoke up. "Don't worry, I'll take you to a safe place." A soft voice spoke. I don't know why but the soothing voice seemed to calm me down.

The person took me to what felt like it was on a mountain. Let me just tell you, it was nothing like near the shed. Wait a minute, if the shed was burnt, then where is my father? I thought to myself. I started wheezing lightly. Before I knew it, I was gently set down on a steep rock to relax. I was given some water and choked multiple times. I fluttered my eyes gently to a young woman. Wow, she was strong to be carrying me like that. I was in what seemed like a cave. I wasn't sure. It was still a little bit dark. "So you can open your eyes now, eh?" She said sharpening a stick with a blade. I tried talking again but I couldn't. The lack of air and the fire had messed up my throat. I was given some special liquid or something. "Since the water didn't work, maybe this will." The woman said placing a cup on my lap. I drank the funny liquid and immediately gagged. "Ugh, what is this?" I managed to say. The woman chuckled . "Where am I? Who are you? Where's my dad? Why did you bring me here?" I asked anxiously. "Woah slow down there. One question at a time." She sad lightly chuckling. "Don't you worry 'bout a thing ya hear? Your safe." She says. "Am Sherry by the way." She said holding her hand out. I didn't shake it. She sounded southern. She looked like she was still in her 20's. She was pretty. She had natural red hair and brown eyes. I guess she just wanted to act older than she really was. So responsible.

"Am Arabella." I said shyly. Now that I knew I could talk, yes I was shy. "That's a beautiful name." She said setting her perfectly sharpened stick down.

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It was about 6 PM now. I was surprised that we were still safe. But it wouldn't be long before someone found out our secret location. Me and Sherry eventually had a real conversation and I found out she was 25. She told me that she was staying here with her cousin for a while a week before the war started and they were supposed to leave tomorrow, but their schedule had gotten sidetracked.

"But what did happen to my dad?" I asked. It was getting dark outside and we had eaten some fruits and nuts we found nearby. "Well, I was trying to help any survivors or injured people and try to put then in some safe places. That's when I encountered you and there were no more places to put you in, so I brought you to my shelter." Sherry explained. "You still haven't answered my question." I said. "Your dad, was taken hostage." She said looking down. Yet another tear rolled down my cheek. I sniffled. "I guess they didn't see you." She continued. I didn't remember that part. I guess I must've fallen asleep or something.

Before I knew it, it was night time. I wasn't sleepy at all. This day felt like weeks. This was all happening so slow.

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