Okay so my formal apologies for everything being in bold that first chapter… this website can be confusing sometimes. Don't worry though because I fixed it! Anyway if you were wondering Aria and Ezra are 17 years old and the youngest on the farm. Please feel free to put any questions you have in a review. I am now updating Friday and Tuesday. So here is chapter 2:) ps I am going to include a song in the beginning of every chapter now.
The situation turns around
Enough to figure out
That someone else has let you down
So many times
I don't know why
But I know we can make it as long as you say it
So tell me that you love me yeah
And tell me that I take your breath away
And maybe if you take one more then I would know for sure
There's nothing left to say
Tell me that you love me anyway
So tell me that you love me anyway
Whoa whoa oh
Waking up beside yourself
And what you feel inside
Is being shared with someone else
Nowhere to hide
I don't know why
But I know we can make it as long as you say it
So tell me that you love me yeah
And tell me that I take your breath away
And maybe if you take one more then I would know for sure
There's nothing left to say
But tell me that you love me anyway
As I slowly stir awake, I spot Ezra getting dressed for the fields right next to his bed. I still am overwhelmed and worried about my baby. It's like I have already grown attached to it. It doesn't matter that nine months will have to pass before I first see him or her, I love them just as much as any other mother loves their child.
"Oh, your awake! I didn't sleep at all last night, but don't worry. I have a plan..." starts Ezra. But he gets cut off before he can continue what this plan is even about.
"Hey guys. The Head is looking for y'all. We're all having breakfast in the main hall so just head over there when you're ready," requests Emily with a smile. She is like my older sister. Emily tries to look out for me and for that, I am forever grateful.
"Um, okay," I reply quickly so I will still have enough time to talk with Ezra. The anticipation is starting to take over, and if I don't find out what the man sitting next to me is thinking, I won't be able to think about anything else all day.
Emily says goodbye and I smile at her, but my heart isn't in it. When she finally leaves the small room I snap my head back to Ezra. He waits to speak for a moment, to make sure no one else will barge in, and it feels like forever before he speaks again. "Have you heard of the underground railroad?" the love of my life questioned in a soft and quiet tone.
I had no clue what he was talking about so I shook my head right, and then left.
"I didn't think you would know," Ezra sighs and looks up at me. He eyes drift back to where he was looking on the ground. For a second I think he has decided not to tell me, but then he continues, still staring at nothing. "Well, The Head has some white friends that are abolitionists. They say its safe in Canada. That we can be safe and free but only if we run. They can give us help! Please? Aria, please. Just think 'bout it. If not for us, than for our baby."
Before I can even stop myself I answer with, "I would do anything, risk anything, to keep you and our child safe."
We both just stare at each other, smiling brighter than ever before. Right now I don't care that this trip will be hard, and I don't care that it will take a toll on me. I just don't care. After a minute of gazing I look down at his smile and can't help but fall in love with him all over again. Then, before I even realize he is staring at my lips, he is kissing me. Our lips feel like they were made to be together. I can't help but feel the hope that is filled within that kiss and wonder if we'll ever really be able to live in harmony with a family, just like in my dreams. But it would be real, not fantasy.
The rest of the day I steal glimpses of Ezra. First in the main hall, where we ate breakfast and saw The Head. He simply nodded at us, as usual. Then out in the fields. I was saddened when I was placed to work a lot further from Ezra than yesterday, but at least I could still see him. We waved and smiled the whole time while we worked, both knowing that the only thing keeping us going was each other. He is truly my rock and I am truly his.
Later that night, I lay intertwined with my Ezra. Wow. My Ezra. He can't really be mine here, but in Canada it will be different. My Ezra… it feels so good to think that.
We don't say anything for awhile, mostly because we have nothing to talk about that won't make us go insane. But before I completely drift off into a much needed sleep, I whisper, "I love you." It was loud enough for Ezra to hear, so he must have been asleep because he didn't answer me. And soon enough, we were both still and the only sound in the room was our soft breaths and Ezra's occasional laugh.
Just letting you know that The Head is white... he is in charge and pretends to be racist, but isn't. This was a short chapter but next chapter will definitely make up for it! Get ready for some real excitement. (the song was "As Long As You Love Me" by Victoria Justice)