Creative Writing: Dahlia

Over Peter’s breathing, I hear footsteps and someone crashing through the leaves. Someone says, “What the fuck,” and know that only Dahlia could sound like a valley girl, while also sounding that furious, “Get the fuck off of her,” she says.
I’m crying. I don’t know why. I wish everybody would go away and I’d be left alone in these woods until someone sane like Dad came to get me. I wish he were here now. He’s no fun, Dad, but whenever you’re around him, you know nothing terrible is going to happen.
Then Mac appears. Her wild hair is swinging in her face, but the half of her mouth that I can make out is snarling. She asks, “What exactly going on here?” She stumbles forward, and grabs Dahlia for support.
“He was raping her!” says Dahlia. Her …show more content…
I doubt there is a sober person among them. I’m being pushed from all sides. And with every second that passes, the women become louder and louder. I wish they’d all go away.
Peter’s still not say anything. So I say, “We weren’t doing anything. He wasn’t doing anything.”
Dahlia ignores me. Staring at Peter, she says, “You tried to rape my sister!”
Rapist, rapist, rapist. The whispered word grows louder until the women are shouting, and pushing towards us. Someone screams, “Grab him! Don’t let him get away!”
Peters got his mouth open, his lips are moving, but no words are coming out. Two of the women immerge from the crowd. They push Peter to the ground, then they tie his hands behind his back while he cries “wait, wait, wait.” “Stop!” I say, but no one listens to me. I find Dahlia, and make her look me in the eye. “Dahlia,” I say, “this is crazy, you need to make them stop.”
“Do you know what mom said to me before she went to bed?” Dahlia asks, “she said to protect you.”
Someone produces more twine, and then they bind Peter to the trunk. He keeps looking around, as if expecting someone to rescue

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