Hey Everyone! This is my first Pocahontas fan fiction, and I hope you all enjoy it. I'll update when I can. Reviews would be much appreciated.
Happy reading,
Jtechwriter
Pocahontas woke up. This wasn't the first night that her unhappiness kept her from sleeping, in matter of fact, it was like this every night. When she first sailed on the boat back home, she had chosen John Rolfe, a decision that still haunted her. He had fooled her with his lies. Even back then, she wasn't sure if she was making the right choice; six years later it was as clear as ever that she made a mistake.
Pocahontas got up, careful not to wake her sleeping daughter, and looked into the mirror on the wall. Her face was still swollen, she knew crying would make it worse, both emotionally and physically, the tears felt more like salt. Oh how she wished she could go home. She'd pick Niani up and run through the forest, back to the villiage, back to where she belonged. But she was far away in England, with Rolfe, with the rest of the English.
Pocahontas was not a savage, thats what someone had called her, she responded that he was a barbarian. John fumed. He waited until they got to the boarding house to confront her, with a slap across the face that sent her spiraling to the ground, hitting a wooden stand on the way down. Pocahontas knew what was coming next: John would make her wear makeup to cover up the bruise, the powder would make it sting, and all day she would fight the pain.
When they were in Jamestown, Pocahontas would not be allowed to go near her family with a bruise.
Niani stirred a little, making Pocahontas' heart skip a little, she quickly ran back to the bed, and wrapped her arms around the four year old, Pocahontas knew she had to remain strong for her daughter.
How could she get away? When? Pocahontas knew she needed out and soon. She didn't like anything about being here. She was so tired of being abused by someone who was supposed to love her.
Pocahontas sat quietly on the bed, her decision made. As soon as John went off to work, she would go to the docks and inquire about ships heading for Jamestown. It was the only way she could find happiness, being among her tribe. Most of all, she wanted her father, his strong arms wrapped around her, making her feel wanted, protected, and most of all, loved.
Knowing a rested mind would be useful, Pocahontas closed her eyes. Maybe now that she knew what she was going to do, sleep would come easier. Her heart skipped a beat once more, she was determined to succeed. She and Niani would go back home, and never come back.