Amelia Hartland stood at the edge of her bed, holding on to the bed stand as the maid pulled the strings on her dress together.
"Suck in Miss Amelia!" She said, trying not to let her frustration shine through. Amelia inhaled and held her breath as long as she could.
"Were done." Sicily said with relief. Amelia was not the easiest person to work with. She was so stubborn, always had been. Amelia smiled at Sicily as she slipped on her shoes.
"Thank you Sicily, your marvelous as always." Amelia said, kissing Sicily on the cheek. Sicily was a older woman, about in her sixties. She had raised two generations of Amelia's family. Sicily loved Amelia as if she was one of her own.
"Are you ready?" Rebecca asked, popping her head in Amelia's room. Rebecca had dark blonde hair, and bright green eyes. She took mostly after her father. Amelia looked so much like her mother. Her mother was so beautiful. Amelia missed her so much.
"Yes, just one moment." Amelia said, searching for her other shoe.
"Oh! You're barbaric! Father planned this event in celebration of my engagement and you're going to make us late!" Rebecca said, pouting.
"Oh stop winning, I am ready!" Amelia said, placing her other shoe on her foot and began to walk out. She made sure to give her sister a big smile to push her buttons. Her sister always could not stand how carefree Amelia was.
"Ah, there you are." Her father said distraught. Ever since mother died, he had become so distraught.
"Amelia my dear, you look beautiful. Just like your mother." Her father said, kissing her forehead. Her father was in his late forties. He had already grown grey hair, and had gotten rounder as the years grew on.
"And look at my precious Rebecca!" Her father said in excitement. He favored Rebecca, she did what was expected of her. She grew up so prim and proper and then is marrying a wealthy man. And Amelia did the opposite of what everyone told her to do. She followed her own rules. She decided she did not want to marry now. Men only were interested in her looks.
"Hurry! We must hurry!" Her father half shouted as he pushed the siblings out of the door.
"And you forget Jonathan." Amelia stated, as her oldest Brother came dashing out of the front door.
"Oh Jonathan my boy, hop in the carriage!" Her Father shouted at Jonathan. Jonathan was a very tall man, and had the same hair color as Amelia. He was very handsome, but kept to himself mostly.
We went on to my sister's engagement party. Everyone ran up to greet my sister. Her Fiancé stood in the back, looking at me. It unnerved me so I quickly looked away.
I visited with many people. So many I was beginning to feel light heated. I walked away from the crowd and stood next to my sister's fiancé.
"Everything looks lovely Calvin!" I exclaimed.
"Does it? I am very glad you like it Miss Amelia!" He said smiling at me. Then I felt a hand grope my behind.
"Excuse me!" I said as I looked up at him, a smug look on his face. Rage filled me as my fist came to his face, shattering his nose. Then I took his head and bashed it against my knee, making him yelp. Everyone turned to look.
"Amelia no!" My sister exclaimed as she came and pushed me off of him.
"She tried to touch me, and declared her love for me, I told her that I loved you and she psychically assaulted me!" He cried. Amelia stood there with her mouth opened.
"He is lying Rebecca! He came on to me, so I hit him." I yelled. Rebecca looked back and forth.
"Don't believe her, we all know she runs wild and hangs around god only knows who." Calvin yelled back. Amelia could feel the glares around her, everyone thought she came on to her sister's fiancé. Amelia wanted to run and cry, but she stood her ground. Crying gets you nowhere in life.
"You lying piece of shit." Amelia snarled, and spit in his face. She was about to swing but her brother and father held her back.
"You don't need fifth like her in your family." Calvin said to Rebecca, laying his head on her shoulder.
"Amelia.. How could you?" Rebecca said, running off in tears. Calvin smirked at Amelia and then ran off chasing Rebecca.
"I am going to kill him!" Amelia shouted, trying to escape the grasp of her brother and father.
Little did Amelia know, Tavington and his Dragoons happened to be watching the whole shenanigans occur. Tavington laughed as she swung and hit the little bastard. He admired the fire in her heart. He and his Dragoons decided they were going to take her family's farm, and ammunition.
Amelia stormed in the house and slammed her door. She cursed up and down as she paced her bedroom floor, trying to think of ways to fix this situation. She wanted to kill Calvin for doing this.
Just as she was thinking of different ways to end Calvin's life. She heard the sound of horses approaching. Amelia walked onto her balcony and looked far out to see men approaching.
"The redcoats." She gasped, and ran downstairs to alert her family members.
"Why should I believe you, harlot." Her sister snarled. Amelia smiled.
"Well, if you have ears you can hear them approaching. Now is not the time to call names." Amelia said.
"Hide the weapons." Amelia ordered Jonathan. He just stood there.
"God damnit, NOW!" Amelia yelled, throwing him a gun.
"Go wake Father."She told Sicily. She nodded and ran to wake him. He was on his feet and down the stairs to greet her in moments. Before he could say a word, the Dragoons busted through the door and were standing before their eyes. Amelia immediately recognized the man from the Tavern the other night. They looked at each other for a moment before he began to speak.
"Which one of you is Edmund Hartland?" Tavington asked, finding it difficult to tear his eyes away from Amelia.
"I am." A plump grey haired man stepped forward.
"You're giving ammunition to the militia, do you deny this?" Borden asked Edmund.
"No, I do not deny." Edmund said, and hung his head.
"Take the money, belongings, livestock and weapons then set fire to the house." William said before turning to leave.
"Please sir! I will give you anything!" Edmund cried.
"Anything?" Tavington asked, as he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, anything." Edmund said.
"Take Amelia!" A young blonde man said, pushing his sister forward.
"Jonathan!" Amelia said, sounding hurt.
"She is a harlot anyway." Her sister said."
'We cannot sell your sister." Edmund said, before Tavington cut him off.
"If you give me the girl, you can keep your house and our belongings. We take the girl and the weapons." Tavington said with a smirk.
"No father, please." Amelia said looking to her Father. Her father looked to his feet; he could not bare to look at her.
"Take her." Edmund said sadly. Amelia gasped as she felt arms pull her away from her house.
"You will all burn in hell for this!" She screamed.
"You will be riding with Colonel Tavington." A redcoat said to her. Amelia tried to keep a brave face. She spit in his face, and the redcoat slapped her, knocking her to her feet. Tavington picked her up and put her on his horse.
"Are you ready to behave and cooperate now Miss Hartland?" Tavington asked. Amelia said nothing, just silently sobbed.