"One, two, buckle my shoe. Three, four, shut the door. Five, six, pick up-"
"Could you please close your mouth!" I yell in annoyance. I glared at my little brother as he glared right back at me. He was always doing something that made me get a crinkle in my face. He really was an adorable young man. He had blondish, brown hair, which must have been a mix between our parents, while I had developed the color of our mother. He too had blue eyes with a face the shape of a baby. He tried to imitate our father, always having a semi-stern face. But otherwise, he was a happy child. It saddened me that he looked up to our father, who would beat people to death when angry, no matter what race they are or if they are family or not.
"I'm sorry dear sister, did I upset you?" He said in a mocking tone. I frowned. He always knew how to push my buttons. "Yes dear brother. I would appreciate it if you closed your mouth and let me get some rest from our long journey." I say as he laughs.
"Okay dear sister. I shall for I am tired myself." He claims as he closes his eyes. I smile and ruffle his hair. "Please, stay young." I say as he starts to snore. I laugh and close my own eyes, aching for rest.
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I felt a large at on my arm, shaking me violently. I quickly opened my eyes and turned towards my father, who clearly was upset about something. I sat up and shook my brother away as out father stomped away from our carriage. I slowly got out and looked at the road. There was a huge pile of rocks in front of us, blocking our way.
"Son of a bitch! We went the wrong way!" He said as he kicked at it. His face was red and puffy, showing me that he was truly angry. I could tell since his hair was tousled and he looked like he was ready to kill as I slowly started to see the veins in his neck come out. It always scared me when he got like this. " 'Its a shortcut,' my ass! This is what happens when you take directions from Mormons!" He screamed. I jumped out of fear and slowly moved towards my brother and mother.
The sky was darkening as my father steadied his breathing. He turned towards our slave Julius. "You, what ever the hell your name is, go start a fire and take the little bastard with you." He said, gesturing to the young child slave with him. They both bowed and hurried off into the woods as my mother told Ralph and I to get the blankets out since we were to sleep in the carriages tonight. The slaves came back with a pile of twigs and branches, quickly scrambling to get the fire started. I stared at them with sadness before glaring at my father, his back turned to me. Clearly these slaves didn't know how to start a fire, so I decided to help them, bending down and grabbing two stones and scraping them together until they sparked a flame on the twigs. They were astonished, looking at me with happiness for a brief moment. That moment was quickly gone.
"You damn shits can't even start a fire?! And you forced my daughter to help you?!" He yelled, stomping towards us, whip in hand. Before he could even hit them, I stood up and said, "Father! They didn't force me. I helped them. It was my choice." He looked shocked for a moment, but then that uncontrollable anger resurfaced. "Are you a bastard, Penelope? They are beneath us and we are meant to be the superior race! Not only that, but you are a lady. You are to be protects my child, not get stained." He said calmly. I could feel anger seeping through my skin at his words. Surely this, this beast was not my father.
"I decided to help them because we are all equal. There is no superior race and there never will be! Also, I am not a porcelain plate that is just meant to be broken! I want to see the world, to be free and to be away from you! I'd rather be a bastard child than be yours!" I screamed. I almost blacked out after what happened next.
He slapped me.
It wasn't a slap that you mother gave to you for not properly showing grace as a child. It wasn't a slap that a teacher gave your brother for misbehaving in private school. No this was a slap our of pure hatred. It echoed off my skin and threw me to the dirt. I slowly looked up at him as his eyes reflected the growing fire. His hair was all over the place, beard and mustache damp and wet. "You...you are not my daughter. You mean nothing to me and you have shamed me." He said. My mother and Ralph stood still, fear eminent in their eyes.
My hair was all over the place, also damp from sweat. I slowly got up, and instead of running to my mother, I ran into the shadows of the woods. They comforted me as tears of hellfire ran down my cheeks. I kept running and running until I tripped on a log, falling face first into a puddle. Thunder and lightning roared as rain poured on my dress. I got up and just cried. Things had changed too fast and I wasn't thinking straight. But words had been spoken and I refused to take them back. I got up and sighed.
I was about to start walking when I felt strong arms grab my own limbs and covered my mouth to keep me from screaming. I tried to wiggle out but his grip was similar to that of rusted iron. I then did the worst thing a woman could ever do. I licked his hand. He was startled for a second, giving me enough wiggle room to thrust my right elbow into his midsection and started running. I thought I had the upper hand until he started coming closer. If this mysterious man was a horse, and we were in a race, then he would definitely win because my legs felt like they were on fire. He tackled me, leaving me to fall in the lake. I struggled to get up, but he dunked my head under the water. Air became sparse as I felt my vision darken. The last glimpse I got was multiple colors under the moonlight.404Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAbGxkGphpi
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