Hey everyone.. Long time no see.. I took a long break but I had this story on my mind for quite some time now.. So I thought to give it a try.. Now I am back to writing.. Hope you are good and ready to read a new story of mine..
Chapter 1
Ashley's POV
Living behind closed doors never helped.. Living a lie was the worst thing I did.. Trying to find who I was and what I wanted was my purpose.. The need I had to explore.. To escape.. It was the only thing that I fought really hard for..
Being a pilot in the 1940s it was a no no.. Women were to stay inside their houses, baking all day, giving birth to children.. But not me.. The sad part was that I had to compromise to become what I wanted to be.. In order to have something I wanted I had to become something I hated.. A lovely wife to someone I hardly knew but my parents wanted me to marry.. They thought that if I would get married then this whole thing would fade at the end.. If only they knew..
I always felt different inside.. But what being different means really? Are you different when you are allergic to flowers and the others are not? Are you different if you don't like some foods? I couldn't put my hand to why I was feeling different but it was something I was feeling for years now..
I was born the 4th of July in 1920.. The independence day.. I was one of those kids that had everything but at the same time nothing.. My parents.. My father was in politics and my mother was the lovely wife that she was supposed to be.. The daughter of the mayor of New York.. Classy you might think.. But it wasn't.. I was raised to be the perfect daughter.. Their sun who was supposed to shine.. To follow their path.. I guess at the end I wasn't like them.. I always wanted something more..
Growing up my mother wanted me not to speak my mind, not to do what I wanted but what I was allowed to do.. I had the specific time to eat, play, study and sleep.. Like all girls of my class should do.. They were raising us to be the perfect dolls for our future husbands.. Up until I was fourteen I was the perfect doll.. I still remember the day when one of my dad's friends came to our home.. It was the first time I was meeting him.. Never seen him before.. He was wearing a blue army air force pilot outfit with lots of medals hanging from his shirt.. I met others from military before but he seemed different.. I said my hellos and left my father with him to talk.. Women weren't allowed.. I remember being at the kitchen when the same man came.. I remember him giving me his wings when he saw me staring one of his medals.. When I held the wings I knew what I wanted.. But what I wanted I couldn't have..
After that day I felt the change inside me.. The one that was making me feel different all this long.. I wanted to go out from the golden cage my mother was keeping me inside. I wanted to go outside the world and see new places.. Meet new people.. Be free.. And that I did by reading books.. I have been to places I could never think of.. I met different people from all cultures.. Up until the day I saw all these places, and met all these people.. The day I actually became a pilot myself..
When I was nineteen the world as I know it changed.. We were on war again.. I read about World War I but at that time I wasn't born.. This World War meant to change my life for more than one reasons.. I remember listening to the radio every day what was going on to the other countries and I was wondering why my country wasn't participating yet.. My mother was living in her own world.. She thought that this was something that would go away.. Like a mosquito bite.. But it wasn't.. People were dying.. Innocent people.. And I wanted to help but I couldn't.. My father never answered my questions.. Instead he was being silent..
The next two years found me extremely happy and mad.. It was the time I found out that they were recruiting women in air force and that my country was finally there to fight as all the other countries did before us.. The problem though was my mother.. When I told my parents that I wanted to go to air force their answer was nothing but no.. They didn't even listen to me and what I was saying.. No.. The daughter, of the now Senator of New York, Raife Davies could never go out there and become a pilot.. It was forbidden.. I was twenty one and I never said no to my parents.. I always did what they wanted me to do but this thing was something I wanted for so long.. And now I had the chance to do it..
"Absolutely not. You heard me.."
"But mother.. You didn't listen to me.."
"I said no.. The daughter of the senator wearing pants and being a pilot.. This is for men and you are a woman.. End of discussion"
The last year my mother was trying to persuade me to marry.. I was already old enough.. Girls of my class were married since they were eighteen.. I was already twenty one.. I managed to say no all the time but in order to have something I wanted I had to give her something she wanted as well..
"If you let me do what I want I am going to marry. What is his name again?"
"Aiden Dennison.. His father is the Governor of New York.. How many times do I need to remind you that?"
"As I said.. You let me go and I get marry.." when I said that I saw her debating with herself.. It was like Shakespeare's line from Hamlet.. 'To let her go or not to let her go? That is the question'..
"I am going to discuss this with your father"
"Mother is simple.. You give me something I want you get something you want"
"When did you become like this?"
"When I grew up"
"Even if you marry he won't accept it. No man would accept his wife to be a pilot"
"We will see that.. I want to meet him first"
"Dinner tomorrow"
Something I was known for was that I was persistent.. Now that I knew that everything I wanted was right there for me nothing could stop me.. Even if that would be me marry some guy I didn't know..
Aiden Dennison was the perfect guy.. And a girl like me would be crazy for not wanting to marry him.. 6 foot 5, handsome, graduated from Yale, a promising lawyer, green eyes to die for and most of all a good guy.. Although he was older than me I could see on his face some kind of innocence.. The dinner wasn't a disaster and at the end I didn't hate Aiden as I thought I would..
His family wanted him to marry with a girl of the same class that he was coming from.. And my family wanted the same.. I wish how it would be to actually fall in love and marry someone you love.. And I am wondering how it would be if I wasn't the daughter of Raife and Christine Davies.. Would I find someone to love?
TBC
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