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Rusty stood in the muddy field waiting for Fayetha, as usual.
"As we promised" Rusty smiled at his own words. For a second, the fouteen years old boy no longer felt the chilling slaps of the late night wind. Moon is only half way cross the west, not full, but big. Rusty was alone in the feild, next to the only apple tree just grew by the plantation. He was dressed poor, but not poorly. Also he was strong enough suffciently stand the aweful cold weather.
Fayetha was late, and Rusty was worried. Somehow the night just got chiller when Fayetha did not show up. Rusty glanced about nervously and said a prayer to his grandma, hoping everything would be alright. He futily stroke himself couple times hoping to rid the freezingness, but it was a poorly attempted try. Still cold. His finger began to feel numb, but he waited anyway. He used his best ally to battle chillness now, his young and beautiful friend Fayetha. As the moment he put a picture of her fair and smiling face through his mind, a pulse of electicity shot through his nerves. Blood pumping through his heart and warmed him, if not significantly.
"She is late again, Gosh, I hope everything is fine with her." Rusty muttered those words to himself as he regained his sensations.
A crack in the darkness stilled the unease Rusty. His heart skipped a beat as the indication of that sound rushing through his mind: Fayetha! With all his self restraint he could master, he did not break into a happy scream. Running he went, there in the darkness was Fayetha, his beautiful and loving friend.
He yelled as quietly as he could: "Fayetha! Faye..." then the smile froze on his face. Fayetha, left face bruised, eye swallen, and her lovely curly hair messy, was a sight that almost dropped Rusty dead. Rusty, hands shaken, hold the sobbing Fayetha. As he touched her, his hole body trembled visibly "how fragile she is!" he painfully thought.
Without a word, they both sat down on the side road. Fayetha, no longer able to control herself, moaned with a low voice on Rusty's shoulder. Rusty felt tears stinging his eyes, but he violent fought the urge back. He knew he has to be strong at this moment, he HAD TO BE STRONG. Gently stroking Fayetha's hair, he breathed a sigh, mixed with anger and frustration. He knew that man did it again, he knew it...
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