(Thank you for the review person!lol only one!I know theres got to be more than 1 LXH fan besides meh? :( Oh well they pwn DXC and DXG is my next so :P lol sorry..i like HXA too.)

Leshawna sat there. She looked at the senery she was leaving. She could have been free. Oh well, too late now.

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Harold was in the back of the carriage he saw it getting dark as they stopped at Maryland. He got out and went inside the hotel with his father and mother.

"Mother, may I go outside for a while. I need to think."

"Just don't stay out too late."

He ran off and went outside. He sat there looking at the stars.

"Mother and father are already talking about making me look for a wife, but girls just don't like me. Not like the do devious Duncan back home."

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The man taking Leshawna back stopped at the same hotel.

"Ok, color. You stay here for the night. I know your number, so if you go anywhere I'll have the whole parols looking after you, and they will find ya. Got it!"

She nodded.

Harold overheard this and gently peaked over and saw a mean, scrunngy looking white man yelling at a lucious black young women.

The man walked away, and Harold gently walked over to her.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

Leshawna looked up.

"Are you crazy? I mean. Yes sir."

"Don't use the sir stuff with me. I'm only seventeen."

"Same."

"What's your name?"

"Leshawna."

"It's beautiful. Mine's Harold."

"Nice."

Harold smiled. "Leshawna, did you try and run away?"

"Yes."

"What plantation?"

She told him and he smiled.

"My family just inhearted that one. Let me go see if the evil guy will talk to my father about taking you with us. I promise I'll be back.", he smiled.

Harold ran off to see the man walking upstairs and he walked up to him.

"Sir is that your slave out there?"

He looked at Harold.

"Why? You want her? She's from a plantation in southern. They'll need her."

"I have facts that she's about to belong to my family. Wait in the lobby for a couple minutes."

"Alright son. You have two minutes, I'm damn tired now, go."

Harold ran and gently got the documents and the letter. His father looked up.

"Son what are you doing?"

"Father, please come with me."

"Alright."

They went downstairs.

"See!"

The man read the document and read the letter.

"Well then. I guess you have her."

"Her?" His father said.

"She's beautif-I mean she looks as if she's some good to us!"

He smiled, "Good idea son."

They walked outside and Leshawna sat up. "This is her."

Norbert smiled bigger. "Your right, this color will do us some good. Son I'm tired. If you want you can take her to our carriage. She'll have to sit next to you during the ride tomorrow."

"That's fine father!"

They all disappeared except the geek and the slave.

"What did you do, Harold?"

"Your my slave now."

"Wow, your father will beat me."

"No he won't. Your my personal slave. That means only I can beat you. Which I won't." Harold cutt the ropes the slave hunter used to tie her with.

She stood up and the wounds on her legs spilled blood.

"Let me clean those."

He helped her to the bridge and washed off her legs and bandaged it up.

"Harold, thank you. I mean it. I really appericat-" She was cutt off by Harold kissing her.

"HAROLD!"

"Leshawna, I'm sorry. It's just..I'M A SLAVE FOR LOVE!"

Leshawna flinched.

"Wow."