Part 2
Heartbreak~
It's been a month since my father has left. I worry for him when I wake and till I lay my head on the pillow at night. There are times I cry because I feel like he will never come back. And when I do cry, I try to pour those feelings into my poetry. My mind trails to the talk my father and I had together, just before he left.
"Emilia, I just wanted to let you know that... Even if I seem far away, I'm always here with you. I wanted you to know that I am so, so proud of you. You've grown so much. You're mother would be of you proud. And... Ti amo così tanto, Emilia. (I love you so much, Emilia.)"
"Ti amo di, padre. (I love you to, father.)"
Were the last words he and I exchanged to each other before he left.
I sit at my mother's grave in the cold bitter winter. Hugging my coat on tight. This is the second time this week I came here. I would sometimes cry and the cold winter breeze with tingle against the wet tears on my cheeks.
"I miss him so much, madre (mother). I feel so alone." I say leaning my head against her gravestone. Skimming my fingers against the rough texture of the stone. "Please, madre, be sure that he is safe." I sniffed. "I don't want to be alone." I squeaked as some tears rolled down my cheeks. "I wish you were here with me." I cry into my hands, letting myself go, letting myself cry. But I quickly dried my tears and took in a deep shaky breath. "Make sure that padre (father) returns home safely... And if he passes. P-Please... be there with him." One last tear rolled down my cheek. I stand up. I kissed my hand, then placed it to her gravestone. "Ti amo, madre." I whisper before I leave.
My face tingles from the bitter cold breezes coming through. I fold my arm and squeezed tightly, trying to keep warm as possible. I keep my head low and don't look at anyone. My home is three streets down. I am sure to come and go quickly so I don't get myself sick from the cold. My body begs for warmth as I go down the second street. I quicken my pace as I am on my street. My voice is shaky from the cold, my jaw is chattering. I must have stayed out longer this time.
I open the door to my home and even though there is no fire, it is still warmer in here then outside. I quickly shut the door and walk to the fire-place. I start a fire and sit by it for a few minutes. Letting myself become engulfed with the warmth the fire is giving to me. It feels as though the cold melts off my body from the heat and the warmth replaces it. Once I'm warm enough I take off my jacket and draped it on the chair one again. I open a storage box where I keep the tea bags. Once in the storage box, I grab the tea bags and quickly retrieve a pot and fill it with water. I hang it above the fire-place to let the tea warm.
The warmth of the fire makes me feel cozy and makes me feel enlightened. I grab a blanket and a book from upstairs, then trail back down stairs. Laying the blanket on the floor and laying on my stomach so I can read the book. The book is about an adventurous girl named, Paula. She traveled in Europe, France and other countries that is to the East. I loved the book. This is my second time reading it. I lift my legs in the air, letting them sway side to side as I read. Engulfing myself into the wonderful read.
I look up at the pot above the fire and place down my book. It's gotta be done by now. Carefully and steadily, I take the pot to the table. I grab a cup from the table and fill it with the warm tea. I place the cup filled with tea on the table and retrieve the book that I left on the ground. I sit down, reading the book that I hold in one hand and taking small sips of the warm tea with the other hand. I'm going to have to cook myself a small dinner soon, since it is almost sunset. My mind tries to trail away from the book and back to my father. But I don't allow it. I try not to allow it. My father will be okay, I assure myself.
After finishing my tea, that warmed my body on the inside. I look out the window, it's the break of a sunset. I close my book and add more wood into the fire-place. As I walk to the counter a knock on the door interrupts me. I turn around slowly, curious about who would be here at this hour. I walk to the door and open it slowly. To reveal a tall man, that wears an outfit that I never really recalled seeing before, its dark blue mostly with a small cape. His hair pulled back under his hat. His eyes seemed cold and dark to me.
"Can I help you?" I asked cautiously as I grip onto the door.
"I'm here regarding news of your father, Dante Arone." He informs me. He has a British accent and his voice seems so calm but alarmed. My heart stops and I clench the doorknob. "If I may?" He asked gesturing to come inside.
I take in a deep breath and said. "Yeah, of course." I open the door more for him to enter. He walks in with his hands behind his back, looking around my home. I close the door behind him and I watch him nervously.
He turns to me and gives me a look that doesn't even have much sympathy to it. "Lovely house." He compliments.
"Thank you." I say blankly. "My father?" I blurt out.
"Ah yes, your father." He says as though he just remembered. "Before I start, I'd like to introduce myself to you. My name is Haytham Kenway. And you must but, Emilia." I nod in assurance to my name. "In the matters of your father. I had to bring the news to you. Your father been shot." Cover my mouth with my hand, not only to keep it from hanging open, but also to keep myself from screaming. "He died not to long after that, last night." Tears burn my eyes and I take in a deep breath.
"Okay..." I say breathing in. "Who was responsible?" I asked.
"We are not sure." Haytham says without a look of sympathy in his eyes. I look at an envelope that I didn't notice in his hand. It has a symbol, but I could not identify what it was. "I'm deeply sorry. Do you know what his position was in the army?" I look at him with suspicion. He must know what position he was in. In less- "Ms. Arone, if you know anything that regards to your father, I need you to tell me." His eyes seems darker and colder now.
"I... I don't know." I say trying to keep my voice casual.
Haytham takes a step closer to me. "He may have acted in treason, so you need to tell me any information you have about regarding your father." He says with a cold voice.
"I - don't - know." I say looking at him in the eyes. He backed up, looking at me. As though studying me.
"Alright, then. My job here is done." He says walking to the door. "And Ms. Arone," He says opening the door. "I will find out what your father did. It does not matter who gets in my way." I see the letter he had in his hand and it is on the ground. "Good evening, Ms. Arone." He says shutting the door behind him.
I clapped both of my hands over my mouth, tears flooding from my eyes. I sob into my hands so loudly, that I think people can hear me down the street. I try to calm myself, but I keep crying. After for what seemed like ages, I calmed myself down and walked to the letter he dropped.
I opened the letter and some of the things in the letter are shocking.
"Dante Arone has been eliminated." And. "The Native boy can be a problem." And one part towards that end. "The girl will something regarding to her father, if she does not corporate, she'll need to be eliminated immediately." I closed the letter and I cried again.
What did I do wrong? I did nothing wrong. I packed up a bag and even though it's the middle of the night. I need to get out of Boston and quick. Who ever this Haytham guy is, he is associated with the people who killed my father. After I look around at the home one last time, I exit the building. A horse is across the street, I can take the horse, ride out of town. Somewhere safe. I jumped onto the horse and quickly rode off down the streets. Hoping to find a place to rest tonight.
I have long left Boston and I have no idea where to go. I followed the paths, winding around, took random turns in the forks of the roads. I'd silently cry to myself the whole ride. My father is gone and someone is after me. I'm cold and I have no direction as to where I'm going. I finally see a lit up house and I hope maybe I can trouble them to stay the night there. I stopped my horse at the house and jogged to the door. Slowly I knocked on the door, hoping I did not wake anyone.
The door opens to reveal a middle-aged woman, pale blue eyes with diamond blonde hair. "What is it, miss?" She asked softly.
"Um... I need a warm place to sleep tonight. And your house is the only one I've seen." I say shivering from the cold.
"Of course, dear." She says with delight. "Come in before you freeze to death." She moves aside so I can walk in. Her house welcomes me with warmth and my body tingled from it.
"Th-thank you." I stutter. "Thank you, ma'am." I repeat as I rub my arms.
"Sit down, dear." She says with a sweet tone. "I'll get you some tea to warm you up." I smile as I sit in the chair she offered me. It's in front of the fireplace.
I look at the lady and she fills a cup with already brewed tea. "I'm sorry to trouble you at such a late hour, ma'am." I say apologetically.
"Don't worry about it, dear." She says waving a dismissive hand. "Here you are." She says handing me the cup. I wrap my hands around the cup, relief goes through my body to feel such warmth, I take a sip and feel the tea warm me up inside and out. "My name is Annie. What is yours?" She asked handing me a blanket.
"Um..." I say hesitatingly as I place the blanket on my lap. "Clarissa."
Annie smiles and says. "That's a beautiful name."
"Ms. Annie, thank you so much. I hope I'm not a burden to you." I say with a sympathetic frown.
"You're no problem at all, dear." She says waving her hand with a smile.
I wake up the next morning, feeling the warmth of the fire on my face. The blanket is wrapped around me, my arm tucked under my head. The first thought that came to my mind was, I need to get out of here. I movement from somewhere in the house. I get up and see she's making some type of oatmeal.
"Morning, dear." Annie says with a smile. "I hope you're hungry." She empties the pan into two bowls.
"You live alone?" I asked. She nods and gives me a shrug. She hands me the bowl and a spoon. "I have to leave when I am finished. I got a long road ahead of me." I inform her.
"Where you heading to?" She asked sitting at a table. I frown. I'm not so sure myself.
"To be honest, Annie... I don't know." I say.
"Well, dear, I hope your travels are safe." She says with a smile. I smile back and quickly eat the oatmeal she has given me.
"Thank you." I say finishing. I grab the bag of coins I have in my pocket and gave her some. "This is all I can give. Sorry." I say feeling a little guilty.
"No need, dear." She says trying to push the coins back to me.
"My mind is already made up." I say. She gives me a smile and nods. Annie walks me out of her home and hands me a canteen of water. I thank her and just before I mount the horse. A group of three men walked over.
"Emilia?" One of them said. He holds a rifle and so do the others. Annie and I exchange looks. "You need to come back to Boston with us." I shake my head taking a step back. "Emilia, you need to come with us." He grabs my arm and fear shoots through my body.
"L-Let go!' I yell. Annie takes a step back, which I don't blame her. I pull my arm to my body, knee the man in the groin and quickly mounted the horse. I had to make this horse run before I could bid Annie farewell.
I hear gunshot come from behind me and I spur the horse to go faster. In fear that I will be on of their next kills. They wouldn't be able to catch up with me, I'm on a horse and they're on their feet. I spur the horse to go faster again, hoping that they won't find me. I feel something cold and hard hit me against the side, which makes me fall off my horse.