Violet Gets Violated – Part 1

Violet shifted on the rug she’d laid out on the ground and ran her fingers through her short black hair, stopping to tousle the purple-dyed fringe. She took a cigarette out of her bag and lit it, letting out a contented sigh at the relief of nicotine. Things seemed a bit better for a moment, until the first raindrop landed on her nose.

“Fucking, shit!” She cursed to herself, pulling up her hoodie and hunching over her knees, trying to cover her legs. Wearing her short black and purple skirt probably wasn’t the best idea for the weather, and her legs were cold in the thin tights that stuck tight to her smooth legs.

Today the forest didn’t feel the same. It was cold and drab; the vibrant forest hues seemed to have gone through a strainer, draining everything of warmth and colour. The leaves that hadn’t fell and rotted had turned grey and lifeless, the bitter cold leeching away at them. The sun was starting to set, and the forest had taken on an eerie, foggy darkness. Maybe it would be best to go home?

She thought of her foster mom – the screaming cow she was, and decided against it. Maybe it would be okay to stay out here for a little while longer. She took another long drag on her cigarette, pulling it closer into her hood and away from the rain.

Violet was an “orphan” – abandoned near birth by her crack-addict mother, and never knowing who her dad was. Now eighteen years old, she lived with a set of foster parents. Her foster father was a spineless accountant and her mother was a pretentious slag too preoccupied with trying to claw back her youth three tanning sessions at a time, to fulfill any kind of parental role.

On the upside, the house was quite nice- a large estate set beside a wide lake. A thick forest grew on the edge of the property borders – Kyne’s forest, which is where she always went after an argument.

To be fair, telling her Foster Mom that she was ‘So completely past it, no man would ever want her’ was completely true – and was her opinion. Grounding her was a violation of basic freedom of speech! She had every right to come out her and protest.

Too busy wrapped up in her thoughts; she didn’t notice a shape slinking through the forest; a silhouette low to the ground, weaving carefully between the thin trunks of the trees, pausing by tall ferns and wiry shrubs. It wasn’t until Violet looked over to check if she’d put sweets in her bag that she saw what was watching her.

A large wolf stood only a few feet away. Its dark, yellow eyes were locked on her, its silvery teeth bared. Thick grey fur covered its body, with a softer brown and almost white underbelly.

Violet froze on her rug, loud music still hammering her ears. Her heart was pounding as the beast took a second step forward, sniffing the air curiously. She had heard wolves don’t attack people, but the way it looked at her – rabid and hungry. Suddenly it threw up its head, shaggy mane bristling in the wind, and let out an ear piercing howl. She took her chance, taking off from the blanket like a frightened rabbit, petrified for her life.

Her earphones dragged her phone behind her for a few minutes before they snapped free of her ears. Now she could hear the wolf bounding behind her, powerful legs tearing across the forest ground and the thud of its heavy paws on the grass.

Suddenly another wolf erupted from the shrubs, snarling viciously and blocking her path. She skidded to her left, barely able to steady herself as she ran with a renewed fear coursing through her body. How many more could there be? A whole pack?

Despite her best efforts, her heavy boots were not designed to carry people quickly away from danger and the thudding of paws was growing closer.

As one last ditched effort at escape those waiting jaws, she hurled herself onto a tall outcrop of mossy rocks. Clawing her way up as high as she could, Violet desperately hauled herself to the top, just quick enough to be free of those snapping teeth – For now.

The rocks were only about six feet high at the very top, and the sloped stones gave the animals some leeway as they scrambled up at her, snapping and snarling. Luckily, the rain had made them slick, and hard for their paws to get a grip on.