Unraveling the Girl

Part 2

Azarai stood up quickly and pushed her back against a tree. She scanned their hands for any sign of a weapon. She learned that skill young when she use to get rocks thrown at her on a daily basis. Their hands were bare but she knew that wouldn’t stop them. Fear swelled with in her remembering the last time she had in countered Gerison.

She had been about eight at the time and was watching her younger brother Noyimato in front of the butcher shop in town when he spotted her from across the small dirt road. There was no one else near since dusk was approaching and most were inside starting dinner. Azarai hadn’t caught sight of him until he stepped up to her with his dangerous smile and his hands behind his back.

Instinctively she had put her self in between Gerison and Noyimato, holding out her arms and standing tall. She asked him what he wanted in her small childish voice. At such a young age she had already learned to suspect those who approached her with a smile. He stepped closer and began to play with her hair, still keeping one hand behind his back.

“I just wanted to know if you’d want to play with me, little Azzie. My father just bought me a nice new toy.” His voice was saturated with lies and the young girl could tell. She slapped his hand away from her hair and backed up.

“Get away from me or I’ll call my mom!”

“Don’t do that Azzie, I just want to play,” he replied stepping closer to her.

“Stop calling me Azzie!” she shouted pushing him away. He fell flat on her ass and dropped what he was holding. In an instant he was back on his feet and back handed her hard. Now it was her turn to fall backwards.

She held her hand to her cheek. Her eyes were wide and lit up with fear. She quickly got up and stepped away from him. He stepped closer and grabbed her by the front of her shirt heaving her off the ground. Gerison’s eyes darkened as he pulled back to punch her square in the jaw. Without a word of warning he dropped her and went down on all fours. She quickly moved back a few feet. Her eyes locked on his until he broke the stare and turned to look behind him. She followed his gaze and soon noticed her six year old half brother Noyimato was standing there with a semi-thick stick. He looked like he was gearing up to swing it once more.

The pieces fell into place for Azarai at the same time they did for Gerison. He quickly got up and swung around to face the young boy. His breathing was heavy with anger and his eyes were hard. He stepped close to Noyimato until he was looking directly down at him.

“You worthless bastard!” he ground out between his clenched teeth. He pulled his arm back once more giving Azarai enough time to get up off the ground and grab the fist in her hand and pull it back. Gerison lost his balance and went down again. She growled at him. Her eyes pierced his very being.

“Don’t ever touch him again!” His eye spared a glance to his side and Azarai caught a glimpse of something long and brown for the first time. Her eyes snapped to the object. It was a rope. Now she realized what he had behind his back.

He tried to go for it but she stomped on his hand with her small child’s boot. He cried out in pain as she grabbed Noyimato’s hand and ran into the butcher shop to her mother’s side. There she was safe. Once she was by her mother’s side she broke down crying. Her mother never found out but only guessed.

Azarai’s mind snapped back to the here and now. She looked around and tried to think of the easiest way of escape. She saw none. The four men spread out and almost had her completely surrounded. Gerison was in the middle, standing right in front of her. Always the ever present leader.

Her eyes kept scanning the ground until a thought struck her. She looked up. It was the only way to get away from them. She scrambled up the trunk but not fast enough. Gerison bolted forward, grabbed her leg and pulled her down. She fell flat on the ground with her stomach in pain from landing on a rock. She coughed a bit before rolling over.

Gerison was right on top of her smiling. He looked dangerous like always and fear coiled in her stomach, burning her from the inside out. While her eyes were transfixed on Gerison’s deep brown ones the youngest of gang grabbed a hold of her arms while the other two took a hold of her legs. Fear immobilized her, moving in any ways was not an option.

“Azzie aren’t you going to say hello?” His voice was sticky and dripping with sarcasm. He stepped close to her and knelt at her side. There was cunning and wit to his every move. He had something up his sleeve.

Gerison’s slowly brought his hand to her hair and began to play with it. “Do you know how pretty you are little Azzie?” His voice made her want to throw up for unknown reasons. She tried to back away towards the tree but she was still being held down. He grinned and nodded to the other boys who instantly released her. She scrambled to get into a kneeling position.

He reached out to touch her face this time but she jerked to the side leaving him with nothing but air. His grin didn’t falter the tiniest bit. He reached out again this time touching skin and trailing his fingers to the top of her shirt, a dark brown cut up tank top. Her whole body shivered in an unpleasant way by his touch. He took it in a different way and dipped his fingers under her shirt, lightly touching the top of her large breasts.

Her body went stiff before her mind caught up with reality. She pushed him away roughly and scrambled out of the hands of the other boys who tried to keep her down. Before she got away Gerison reached out and grabbed her by the ankle bringing her down. He quickly got on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

One hand went to her throat while the other went to her hip. There was anger in his eyes while the grin was plastered to his lips. He held her down roughly as he positioned himself between her legs. His hand slowly moved its way from her hip to right below her breast.

“Stop fighting. There’s no point now.” The anger left from his eyes as another emotion replaced it. It was an emotion she had seen many times in the eyes of man and often directed to her, an emotion she could never place. It had always left her feeling naked and nervous.

She squirmed underneath him trying to get out of his hold but the hand around her throat tightened causing her eyes to snap wide open and for her body to freeze. She now felt everything, the heat radiating from his body, his breath against her neck and his hand cupping her breast.

He leaned down and started to kiss her cheek than onward to her lips. She tried to get away from them, they burned her, but he wouldn’t allow it. Her eyes snapped to the side and came into contact with one of the other boys. She pleaded with him silently for help but all he did was smile and lean against a tree. The other two were laughing and eagerly waiting their turns.

Azarai’s mind was becoming clouded; she didn’t know what to do. He kissed her, she didn't kiss back. She wanted to pry him off of her and quickly. It wasn’t until than that she realized he wasn’t pinning her arms down. One of her hands instantly went to hand around her throat. She dug her nails in and sliced them upward. He released her and fell back holding the four new wounds tightly.

“You bitch!” he yelled as he attacked her again, this time being rougher. He ripped at her shirt tearing it almost in half, exposing her. He grabbed both her wrists and secured them above her head. He placed himself back in between her legs as his other hand start to unfastening her brown pants.

“I’ll show you Azarai; this time I’ll show you.” When the leather cord that kept them fastened was nearly finished he kissed her again brutally as he dipped his fingers into her pants. Her mind went blank for a second before a primal instinct took over. She bite down on his lip hard drawing blood and kicking him off of her when he pulled back. She scrambled to an attack position keeping an eye on all four.

This time Gerison did not try to attack her again. His friend helped him up as one hand held his now bleeding lip and the other his arm. He stared at her for a moment before moving closer.

She growled low in her throat causing the blood that pooled at her lips to trail down her chin. At that moment she looked like she was capable of anything, even murder.

“Next time we meet you’ll get what’s coming to you,” Gerison spit out before turning and running back to the woods with his friends behind him.

A few minutes after they were gone most of the adrenaline had already run its course through her system. She sat down with her head in her hands. The world was spinning. That whole time she had forgotten to breath. She needed to get the apples and head home before her mother and step father came looking for her.

She got up on shaky feet, tied the ripped strap of her shirt back together and headed to the tree. It was hard to walk straight but she had to, she had to finish her chore so no one was the wiser. She wiped the blood away with the inside of her shirt and picked up her messenger bag and the basket and headed home. No one would ever need to know.

To Be Continued…

A.N. Sorry for the delay. Life has just been sucky lately. I'm trying my hardest to write the third part. I've realized that this one story will be like 5 or 6 parts long. It's one of the biggest turns in her life. If your interested in Azarai read Emerald Flames, she's made her first appearance but not the last.