Am fear eile ~Outlander~

~Chapter Thirty Five~ Skye

I was angry, shocked and a bit mortified as we continued our journey after what happend in the valley.
Shocked because I still couldn't progress what happend. Mortified because it could happen again and Angry. I don't know.
Jamie had rode next to me as on the other side young Willie. Both like personal bodyguards to protect me from harm. Which was already done.
"Greer," Jamie called mine name but I didn't react. "Greer lass," Jamie laid his hand on my wrist and I jumped back like his hand was made out of thousand sharp knives.
"What?" My voice sounded hoarse and unfamiliar in mine own ears and I saw Jamie pull his hand back.
"A'm goin tha leave ye 'ere wi' willie, me 'n' th' ither men ur aff tae catch up wi' horrocks," he answered.
"Fine," I huffed and shrugged my shoulders. "It's like I can't go anywhere else."
"Mo Ghràdh*," he tried to lay his hand on mine cheek but I pulled away. "Ah wish sae dearly that ah cuid reverse th' time fur ye. Bit ah cannae,"
"Well I could if I was going to the stones," I tought and than looked at Jamie. "You indeed can't, now go on and meet Horrocks and be free man,"
"'n' than we kin gang back tae Lallybroch," he smiled and than turned around and drove of with the other men.
I painfully descended Cluaran and walked towards a rock to sit on and look over the Glenn.
"Ehh Mistress Fraser," I heared Young Willie say but I stared blankly towards a small hill. "A'm going to take a wee piss," he said and then I saw it.
"Yeah fine Willie, but a bit farther away and out of the wind please," I ordered and than I heared him walk away.
I quickly jumped up forgetting the pain and ran down the hill I was sitting on as quickly as I could.
I was near Craigh na Dun, only a few Kilometres and I could ran that.
Stumbling over the rought terrain I made it to the start of the hill and ran it up.
I already here the calling and I knew I was finally almost home. The september rain cut into my face as icecold daggers but I couldn't care less as over the sound of the stones sounded the clear voice of mine Father calling mine name.
"PAPA!" I rushed forwards even more like I was 7 years old again and lost him at a themepark.
I almost reached the stones but a pair of strong hands around mine waist pulled me back.
"No!" I screamed. "No! No please God! No let me go! Let me go home please!"
The rain now mixed with mine salty tears as I cried and fought back the person who stopped me.
"It's alright dear, we are taking you somewhere save," A male English voice said but I was to angry to listen.
"Let me go you stupid son of a fucking nitpicker," I placed my elbow in his ribs but he still refused to let me go.
"Well she is a fierce one," another voice said and I felt that I was dragged down the hill and then literally thrown into a wagon.
I was now further away from mine goal then ever. The road was rocky and since there was no protection over the rain was pouring down om me. I slowly closed my eyes hoping that I this was all over soon.

"In," the English soldier pushed me in to an office and I felt face first on the hard stone floor. I hissed in pain but remain on the ground.
I was not going to stand up. I registered that I was on the floor of a office and I heared the sea rush outside. Which means I was at the coast of Scotland.
It was dark and the room was only lit by a few candles.
The door opened and I heared someone walked in.
"Well, well," I froze when I heared the voice. "Miss von Holland,"
I saw his hand in front of my face and I looked up.
"I'm married now," I spat as I crawled up. Not for him but I didn't want to look weak.
"I know," Randall walked around his desk. "Married to a Highlander. Tell me. Did you wanted to marry him?" he asked and I pressed my lips together. "Apparently not or mine men wouldn't found you running away from him."
"It's not your business," I crossed my arms and he smiled.
"Well Mrs, since you are part of the Mackenzie Clan now, you are also now considered a danger to the English crown and not forgetting a traitor," he walked towards me and I stumbeld back hitting my knees to the desk behind me.
"I'm not a traitor nor am I a danger to the English crown I promise." I looked behind me for a weapon but I couldn't find it.
"Well Mrs, it looks like I have to force it out off you," he walked quickly towards me and than grabbed my wrist.
Before I knew it the bodice of my dress was ripped open and I was slammed on the desk with a knife against my bare breast.
I letted out a scream and I heared him laugh.
"Well sweety you can scream how hard you want, they wouldn't save you," Randall said in my ear. "Tell me what I want to hear and this is quickly over."
"Never," I spat as I felt the cold blade press harder in my nipple.
"Tell me about the rising," Randall said again.
Suddenly the windowsill burst open and I was shocked and happy to see who it was.
"I would like ye to keep yer hands of my wife,"

Translation
Gaelic:
* My dear