Métis
Summary: 'Half-breed', that's all I ever heard. 'Half-breed', how I learned to hate the word. Not accepted, feeling ashamed, both sides were against him. She was warned he was no good, yet she couldn't stay away. He was her drug; she was his savior.
Molten amber yearned for her azure eyes. Craving her gaze, he understands he has to be distance. Just one glance previously, he was hooked. Guilt would devour him inside if he ruined her reputation. She achieved one shortly arriving in this desert western town saving the Major's son from an intense fever. A shot of penicillin waged war over the fever, in the end the medication conquered. She secured the trust of the Major right after.
The rumors blazed quickly of this new woman of her beauty and charms; he had to witness for himself. The lone sight of her brought a fresh gasp to his exterior. She was a duplicate to the woman he lost prior, but he realized this woman is completely unique. Coughing escaped his mouth, seizing the air back after the aweness from first sight. Her and her walking companion, deep in conversation, heard the cough in their range. Azure eyes directed to him; she proceeds her way towards the man, until her walking companion prevented her continuing on her quest.
"You do not want to socialize with that man. He is nothing but trouble," the companion spoke. "He originates from money, but an outcast from society what he is."
Concern blue eyes never disappeared from the man. "Why would he be any different? He is a living human being," passion behind her words might be enough to be heard by the man.
"He is a half-breed. Being half of the red-skinned savages is not tolerated in this town. The Indians are great for trading, but he was the conception of a forbidden marriage of his mother and father. Enough about him, you were invited to dinner by the Major. We are already delayed," the companion urged through his words to the woman. Lightly grabbing her forearm, the woman was rushed forward into the building.
From that minor case of being acknowledged, he identified within himself a new spark, regaining trust? She had become his new obsession.
Hello readers!
Thank you for reading! I appreciate any feedback mainly positive/constructive criticism. This is totally unedited due to the lack of a beta. I also currently working on two other rewrites at this time. I have my old stories up, but in a few months will be taken down and other will be discontinued until I figure out what I want to do with them.
Remember to review. The more you review gives me the inspiration to bring chapters/new stories appear quicker.
I am currently looking for a beta. If you are interested, please private message me with the works you edited before, and we will discuss if we could work together .
This new 'baby' was inspired from a song, Half-breed by Cher (main reason why I know about this song is thanks to my mother).
QUICK NOTES:
-Métis is a more general French term for half-breed which refers to, most often, having two different color skin parents (black and white, white and Asian, black and Asian for instance).
-Half-breed is an historic term used to describe anyone who is mixed Native American and white European parentage.