KIRA
I sighed softly. I didn't mind living with the old man called Achilles. But his hand writing was a bit hard to read. And he didn't come into town with me again so I couldn't ask him. At first, I hated coming to town alone because of the soldiers walking around, some drunk, while others are sber and still actting stupid. We are in the middle of a war. I continued on with my shopping, trying to keep my mind off the war. My father was a widower, Achilles was a old family friend from before I was even born. But when my father enlisted, I had to go somewhere, I couldn't stay in that house alone. So my father told me I would be living with a family friend until he returned. In return for my room and board, I cleaned the house, went shopping, and cooked. The old man made his money by training a few men here and there that came by te house. None of them stayed long.
I never askd Achilles who the men were he was training. They used moves I had never seen before used by any soldier. I always found myself curious, but I never tried to sp on any of the trainingsessions because it was like Achilles had a sixth sense and knew I was there and wtching. I was just about done shopping now when a strong, over powerig smell of whiskey overtook me. I tensed, this wasn't something I needed right now. Every time I came into town alone, the soldiers wh had been drinking would come and bother me. Some of the time they got a little to touchy, but what could I do about it when there was three of them and one of me? Not to mention they wer drunk, stronger, and had guns! I was pretty much a sitting duck! I did my best to ignore them.
I paid for the items I needed and headed out for the horse and cart. But that was the end of the line as I loaded the groceries into the cart. I was pretty much surrounded. No one was around ouside except more drunken soldiers. Their words were too slurred for me to understand them. But as soon as one of them grabbed my arm, I was about done! Achilles always told meto try my best to stay away from them, but how was I supposed to when they followed me? Then he promised that the next man he trained, he would make him come into town with me so I would be safe. Then I heard one ofthe soldier mumble something about taking it easy on me tonight. They were talking about raping me! "Let go of me!" I muttered, trying to pull away, only to have him tighten his grip on my arm.
I sighed softly. I didn't mind living with the old man called Achilles. But his hand writing was a bit hard to read. And he didn't come into town with me again so I couldn't ask him. At first, I hated coming to town alone because of the soldiers walking around, some drunk, while others are sber and still actting stupid. We are in the middle of a war. I continued on with my shopping, trying to keep my mind off the war. My father was a widower, Achilles was a old family friend from before I was even born. But when my father enlisted, I had to go somewhere, I couldn't stay in that house alone. So my father told me I would be living with a family friend until he returned. In return for my room and board, I cleaned the house, went shopping, and cooked. The old man made his money by training a few men here and there that came by te house. None of them stayed long.
I never askd Achilles who the men were he was training. They used moves I had never seen before used by any soldier. I always found myself curious, but I never tried to sp on any of the trainingsessions because it was like Achilles had a sixth sense and knew I was there and wtching. I was just about done shopping now when a strong, over powerig smell of whiskey overtook me. I tensed, this wasn't something I needed right now. Every time I came into town alone, the soldiers wh had been drinking would come and bother me. Some of the time they got a little to touchy, but what could I do about it when there was three of them and one of me? Not to mention they wer drunk, stronger, and had guns! I was pretty much a sitting duck! I did my best to ignore them.
I paid for the items I needed and headed out for the horse and cart. But that was the end of the line as I loaded the groceries into the cart. I was pretty much surrounded. No one was around ouside except more drunken soldiers. Their words were too slurred for me to understand them. But as soon as one of them grabbed my arm, I was about done! Achilles always told meto try my best to stay away from them, but how was I supposed to when they followed me? Then he promised that the next man he trained, he would make him come into town with me so I would be safe. Then I heard one ofthe soldier mumble something about taking it easy on me tonight. They were talking about raping me! "Let go of me!" I muttered, trying to pull away, only to have him tighten his grip on my arm.