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I hear footsteps thudding behind me and run faster through the woods, dodging bushes and trees as I go. I jump over a fallen tree branch, hitting the ground and stumbling. I fall to my hands and knees, sinking into the cold mud. Pushing myself up, I force myself to keep going but the mud is thicker than I expected and I lose my shoes as I try to scramble out of it. I can hear him crashing through the woods after me. He’s close. There’s no time to waste so I leave the shoes and take off barefoot.
I’m not sure which direction I’m running in anymore but I pray I’m going the right way. My house is in the middle of nowhere. I’ve never been allowed to leave the grounds but I used to walk along the fence when I was younger and I know where the low spots are; where I’ll be able to jump over. I’ve been waiting for this day, plotting and planning, for months now. Ever since I learned that my father wasn’t going to let me leave when I turned eighteen. I was naïve to think that he would. He wouldn’t even let me go into town with him, so I should have known that he wouldn’t just let me go.
I’ve been trapped in that house my whole life. My mother died giving birth to me. It's just been my father and me ever since. He’s been strict and suffocating my whole life but when I was younger, I didn’t know any better. As I got older, I realized how lonely I was. I wanted friends, a social life, maybe a boyfriend. I begged and pleaded with my father to stop homeschooling me and to let me go to school in town but he always said no.
I grew up in an old farmhouse that’s seen better days. The house is two stories with a sagging roof and porch. The whole place is falling apart and in need of a ton of repairs. The barn located a couple of yards away from the back door is in even worse condition. Our house is settled smack dab in the middle of a couple acres with nothing around for miles. It used to be a working farm but after my mother’s death, my father must have let everything drop.
Instead, his focus was solely on me. You’d think that would be a good thing. A loving father doting on his only daughter, but it’s not like that. For one thing, he’s not that loving. He’s strict and overbearing and he’s made sure to get drunk and tell me every day that I killed my mother. It doesn’t matter that I had no control over what happened, that I was literally being born. My father just could never see past my mother’s death to me.
I’m smart. The only thing I’ve been able to do around the house is read, which means I’m smart enough to know that I’m naive about a lot of stuff. I don’t understand how the real world works and I’m desperate to learn about it. To make connections. I’m terrible in social situations and I’ve only had one friend my entire life. The boy I used to walk the fence with.
Campbell McConnely. I met him when I was just a girl. I was six years old, wandering along the fence in the woods that separates our property from the farm next door when I ran into him. He was older, ten at the time, and the most handsome boy that I had ever seen. He wandered along his side of the fence with me and we talked for hours until I had to return home. He met me the next day, and the next, until it became our thing. We met every afternoon at five and walked the fence until it got too dark to see.
He was my first and only friend but he was so much more than that. He was my closest confidante, the person I could tell all of my secrets to. He was my first crush, and when I was sixteen, he became my first kiss. He was the first and only person I ever said ‘I love you’ to. I used to picture us growing up and getting married. He postponed college, opting to wait until I graduated so that we could go together. Everything was on track until my father caught us one night, a year ago. We were standing at the fence, holding hands, when he came through the trees and spotted us. My father lost it. Campbell tried to explain that we loved each other, that he would never hurt me but my father dragged me away. From that day forward, I wasn’t allowed out of the yard. I wasn’t allowed out of my father’s sight.
As soon as I realized that he was going to keep me trapped there indefinitely, I knew that I needed to figure out a way to escape. I tried to remember the best path to take. Since I was only allowed out in the yard and my father wouldn't let me out of his sight, I couldn’t go too close to the woods to really look around. I was allowed one hour of outside time and I had to make it count. I jogged the perimeter over and over again, straining my eyes to see as far into the woods as I could.
I had everything planned. I began running more, trying to build up my endurance and I kept a little duffle bag tucked away with some of my clothes in it. Dresses, because that’s the only thing my father lets me wear. Everything was ready to go. I just needed to wait until I could leave.
Today is my birthday. Eighteen and legally allowed to be on my own. I waited until my father went to bed with a bottle of his favorite booze before I pulled up a loose floorboard and crawled out. My father moved me down to the first floor when some of the stairs started to go and I’m lucky that he did. Not just because I would have fallen through the stairs by now, but because I was able to find a way out of this house. There are bars on the windows and all of the floorboards creak, so I would never have made it out of the house any other way. Not without waking up my father.
He heard me anyway, and I heard him as he jumped out of bed, calling my name. My duffle bag snagged on a nail and by the time I tore it free, he was coming out of his bedroom. I took off running.
And now I only have a small head start. I’m faster than him though, and I’m hoping that it will be enough to get away.
I keep running north through the woods, my bare feet slapping as they hit a mud puddle or twig. I sprint through the woods, ignoring the stabbing pain in my feet from the rocks and other debris. Mud squishes between my toes and covers most of my legs. My thin dress flits around my thighs as my legs push harder. My heart pounds in my chest and thumps in my ears. I see a light in the distance and I head in that direction, willing him not to catch me before I can find help. Before I can find my guardian angel.
ChapterTwo
Campbell
I wipe my hands off on my jeans, watching the new foal stand on shaky legs and totter over to his mother. Resting my arms on the stall door, I observe the new family as they nuzzle each other. My mare, Delilah, finally went into labor this afternoon and it’s been a tiring few hours helping her deliver her foal. Both mom and son are here and healthy now and it’s time for me to make my way to bed. I need to be up early, as usual, to help my men take care of things around here.
I pat the stall door, taking one last look at them before I pick up a stray halter, hanging it on a hook outside another stall as I pass. I close the barn and turn to head up to my house, stopping to stare into the woods and wonder about my girl as usual. I stop and listen closer. I could have sworn I heard a sound coming from the woods. I pause, turning towards where I thought the sound was coming from. I hear it again and this time it’s closer. I take a step closer to the woods and that’s when she runs out.
My princess. Salem.
My body freezes, eyes locked on the little girl as she spots me and starts to run right towards me. This can’t be happening. I must be so sleep deprived that I’m hallucinating. Salem runs closer and I see the terrified look on her face. I run towards her, scanning the trees behind her for danger.
We reach each other and I open my arms. She runs right into them and I wrap my body around hers, trying to shield her from whatever she's running from.
Don’t let him get me,” she whimpers into my chest.
“Who?” I ask, my panicked eyes still scanning the trees.
“My father. Please. Please don’t let him get me.”
Having her wrapped around me feels like a dream. But she’s trembling, shaking in my arms. I need to get her inside where I can protect her. I look down and notice her feet are muddy and dirty. My stomach drops at seeing my girl, my princess, like this. I look at her face and see tears falling from her pale blue eyes. I reach out to brush her tears away when I hear a branch snap close by. My princess’s eyes widen and she tenses in my arms. I bend down and scoop her up into my arms, taking off for the house.
I make it to the porch and swing the door open, kicking it closed with my foot and turning to lock it. Peeking out the window, I can see a dark figure standing by the trees, looking left and right. He’s not going to find what he’s looking for. I tighten my grip on my princess and look down at her in my arms.
“Salem?” I ask, still not believing that she’s really here.
“Campbell,” she says, wrapping her thin arms tighter around my neck.
She’s smaller than I remember, maybe only 5’2” and one hundred pounds. She’s beautiful, with a round face, cute nose, and full lips. Her hair is longer too, hanging down to her waist in tangles and I do my best to not tug on it as I carry her. I look down and see her small tits are practically visible in her thin shift dress. Her little nipples are pebbled and poking against the fabric.
I clear my throat. I scan the rest of her tiny scrap of a dress that barely covers her pussy. It’s riding up now, pooled around the tops of her thighs as I cradle her in my arms. I can just make out the edges of her plain white panties and my dick hardens in my jeans.
