Daughter of the Forest: Diary of an Assassin by Edite L S Warren

Author:Edite L S Warren [Warren, Edite L S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B019D8WXWW
Published: 2016-01-24T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 22

Close To Death

IT WAS ONE of the hottest summer’s I could remember in a long while. The forest had dried out completely and the river was running very shallow, barely above our ankles. I loved playing in the river with my brother, catching small fish, just for fun, but it was now even easier. The river was so shallow that the fish had nowhere to go.

After spending all day in the forest, Lorin and I returned home with a bag full of small fish, our faces bright red and burning hot from the heat of the sun. We ran into the kitchen to see mother, but I froze in terror as I saw my father striding towards us, his eyes full of rage; looking more like a wild animal from the jungle than a human being.

"I don't want to see you both playing together anymore," he shouted.

"Why? What have we done wrong?" I asked, confused, holding back my tears.

"I’ve watched you both together and I've seen the way he looks at you. I'm not stupid Emilia, I know what he wants. I know he's your brother, but that won’t stop him wanting you as a woman!" he screamed.

Lorin looked at father, aghast, his face full of anger, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I could not believe what our father had just said, and clearly neither could Lorin. It was the most bizarre thing I'd ever heard him say. Lorin turned to leave and I tried to follow him, but I felt my father's huge hand pull me back. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he said.

I stood there, listening to my father hurl abuse at me; about the way Lorin supposedly felt about me. It was absurd. My father was sick to even think the way he was thinking. All I could do was listen to his nonsense and cry.

The next day and every day after, Moises made poor Lorin work from early morning until late every evening, just to ensure that the two of us couldn't spend time together. As the days passed, I started feeling more alone than ever. I had lost my brother, my friend and someone I considered to be my protector. Not only that, but my grandfather had become very ill around this time, and my poor grandmother was unable to come to the farm as much as she used to. I started to miss her so much.

The week dragged by very slowly. It felt like ages since I’d seen Lorin, and the time we spent playing together in the river catching fish, felt like a distant memory, but in reality it was only seven days ago.

Today was Sunday and I got out of bed, wondering what the new day would bring. I could smell the aroma of fresh coffee coming from the kitchen, so I quickly dressed and headed towards the pleasant smell.

Mum was standing there, placing a pot of fresh coffee, along with some sweet corn cake she'd baked, onto a tray.

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