Timing

by Guilty3

So this is my idea of what would've happened if Melchior ran a little faster from the Reformatory. I know I've neglected this story but I promise to keep up with it. Read and review, amabo te!

1. Chapter 1

Melchior thought she would never get there. He was waiting at the graveyard, holding his breath. Waiting. What if she doesn't come? Melchi thought. As much as he wanted to see her, he had no idea what he was going to do with Wendla and their child. Hearing those words from the boys in the Reformatory as they held him down, about a child, whose parents were him and Wendla. When this child came to be weeks ago, Melchior contemplated to himself that he was both a man and a child. How can a person who is simultaneously a man and a child raise a child? Melchi decided that he and Wendla could do it together. But how? Melchior knew he was smart but he was only 15 and Wendla was almost 15 as well. He would have to find away. He had to. After what had happened to Moritz and the marker of his death right under Melchior's feet, their child should especially live in a society, where self-expression was allowed. Melchior looked at his pocket watch. 12:18. He was getting very worried. He felt a breeze blow across his back. Suddenly there were two taps on his shoulder. He turned around and Wendla was there. She was wearing a loose dress with a warm scarf.

"Wendla!" Melchior exclaimed.

"I have missed you so much, Melchi!" Wendla said as she wrapped her arms around him into a warm embrace. He returned that hug and gently lifted her off her feet. She kissed his cheek and even after the experience they had shared together, he blushed.

" Are you happy to be home,?" Wendla asked as if Melchior had taken a vacation into the country and they were back to doing community service together.

"I'm happy to be here, with you in my arms and our child," Melchior whispered.

Wendla didn't know what to say but he always knew what to say. She felt save with him behind the Church, where Wendla and Melchior learned "the rules." But in a hayloft , merely yards away they had broken them.

"Melchior, Mama is going to send me to someone." Wendla said "She's says he will help us with our child . Tomorrow night we're meeting him in his office under the tavern…"

Melchior cut into the middle of her sentence "…no. Wendla, you can't go with them. They're going to hurt you. Both of you. I don't want to lose you. Again."

"Then what shall I do?" Wendla said, in a very confused tone.

"You and I have to runaway."