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Mako Torriblaidd
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The day had started off well, beautiful blue sky and a slight breeze. It was the perfect day day for a picnic. Many of the couples of this small town thought the same, as such the local overlook was a popular place, not for long however. Naomi had been leaning on the hood of her boy friends car, half listening to him on the phone. What followed had shocked her however.
Hanging up the phone the male turned to her, Naomi's usually smiling features deteriorating to a frown as he approached. "W-what's wrong?" She questioned, a few of the other couples turning their gaze toward the two.
"I heard that you were out last night... with Sarah and the rest of them." He spoke, anger welling up.
"Yea... what about it? I told you I was going!" She replied, shock and fear slowly filling her voice. Slowly she tried to back away, ending up nearly falling over the car hood.
"What about Jake huh? What'd you do with him?" His voice grew louder while he grabbed her arm, a wince of pain crossing her face.
"Nothing! I did nothing with him!" She replied only to feel his hand across her face, snapping her head to the side. With a jerk she broke his grasp moving toward the edge of the overlook.
"Not what he just fucking said!" He replied still approaching, one of the couples calling the police.
"Nothing happened! Ask Sarah!" Naomi tried to fight away but his grasp came again, this time to her shoulders, moving her to the very edge, her hips against the tops of the metal barricade that blocked the sheer drop below. "Stop this Daniel!" She screamed, trying to hit him only to make him more angry. All that followed was a slight push and her scream.
The male glanced around, the various couples in a state of shock and disbelief, the one who had called 911 dropped his phone. With a growl he got in his car, quickly speeding off.
Naomi was in far worse a state. She hit the concrete slope had, tumbling down the hill faster than she thought possible, head over heels. The stop was abrupt, a sharp cry and a thump and she was laying in the middle of the scenic road, bleeding from the head, scrapes crossing her arms and legs. A small whimper escaped her while she tried to move, tried to get up. Her fingers barely flexed against the asphalt beneath her. The pain numbed her limbs, her vision blurring. She didn't know the extent of the damage, she didn't want to know... already she could smell blood, taste it, feel it beneath her. It stained the white sleeveless shirt she wore, it stained the ground beneath her. A groan followed while she tried to move her legs, the scraped and bruised appendages only trembling. "I'm dying... here?" She whispered to no one, a tear welling up in her eye while she simply stared down the road, alone...
Hanging up the phone the male turned to her, Naomi's usually smiling features deteriorating to a frown as he approached. "W-what's wrong?" She questioned, a few of the other couples turning their gaze toward the two.
"I heard that you were out last night... with Sarah and the rest of them." He spoke, anger welling up.
"Yea... what about it? I told you I was going!" She replied, shock and fear slowly filling her voice. Slowly she tried to back away, ending up nearly falling over the car hood.
"What about Jake huh? What'd you do with him?" His voice grew louder while he grabbed her arm, a wince of pain crossing her face.
"Nothing! I did nothing with him!" She replied only to feel his hand across her face, snapping her head to the side. With a jerk she broke his grasp moving toward the edge of the overlook.
"Not what he just fucking said!" He replied still approaching, one of the couples calling the police.
"Nothing happened! Ask Sarah!" Naomi tried to fight away but his grasp came again, this time to her shoulders, moving her to the very edge, her hips against the tops of the metal barricade that blocked the sheer drop below. "Stop this Daniel!" She screamed, trying to hit him only to make him more angry. All that followed was a slight push and her scream.
The male glanced around, the various couples in a state of shock and disbelief, the one who had called 911 dropped his phone. With a growl he got in his car, quickly speeding off.
Naomi was in far worse a state. She hit the concrete slope had, tumbling down the hill faster than she thought possible, head over heels. The stop was abrupt, a sharp cry and a thump and she was laying in the middle of the scenic road, bleeding from the head, scrapes crossing her arms and legs. A small whimper escaped her while she tried to move, tried to get up. Her fingers barely flexed against the asphalt beneath her. The pain numbed her limbs, her vision blurring. She didn't know the extent of the damage, she didn't want to know... already she could smell blood, taste it, feel it beneath her. It stained the white sleeveless shirt she wore, it stained the ground beneath her. A groan followed while she tried to move her legs, the scraped and bruised appendages only trembling. "I'm dying... here?" She whispered to no one, a tear welling up in her eye while she simply stared down the road, alone...