Hanelle

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Hannah Snow groans and sits up. Thierry grabs her shoulder his eyes brimming with concern. "What has been going on? You passed out started mumbling about a picnic."

"I'm not sure, I think I started going through my memories from past lives."

"Which ones have you seen?" Many of those memories were devastating to him. She looks up at him darkness covering her eyes. Her body goes limp and she falls in to Thierry's arms as her mind falls into another memory.

Hanelle opened her eyes and sat up from her straw bed. A man was outside shouting for everyone to wake up. She groaned and tried to turn back over but her friend Keisha shook her. "Get up Hanelle or you're going to get lashed again."

"I don't want to though. Mrs. Jackson hates me." Mrs. Jackson was the master's wife and was a cruel woman. She was jealous of Hanelle and ridiculed her often. Mr. Jackson on the other hand had a perverted fascination with her. He loved to touch her as she walked by and his wife often noticed his sly glances. "She's just going to try and accuse me of something else today."

"You don't know that. Anyway they're having a guest over today and we need everything to be perfect for their guest. I heard the master call him a lord!" Keisha liked to make the best of their pitiful situation by listening in on private conversations.

Hanelle ran her fingers through her hair and asked, "Did you catch was this so called Lord's name is?"

"It was Des something. The cook caught me before I could hear much more." Keisha worked in the kitchen as her face wasn't' desirable enough to Mr. Jackson but she was pretty enough to be kept from slaving under the boiling sun. "Let's go, we're going to be late."

Together they walked toward the main house from their pathetic cabin in the valley. A few of the other slaves shot them dirty looks. Those that were allowed to work inside had a far longer survival rate than those in the field. As soon as they reached the servants entrance they were thrown into one task after another. They fixed food for lunch, scrubbed every inch of the house, and started preparing their mistress for the guest.

It was while they were helping her dress that the insults and accusations began flying about. Their mistress started with her usual set of remarks about Hanelle's birthmark, her parentage, anything she could get a grip on. It was while she was looking through her jewelry that Mrs. Jackson noticed a necklace was missing. She whirled on to Hanelle hate filling her eyes, "Where is it you little bitch! Give it back to me." Mr. Jackson came rushing in questions running through his mind.

"What is going on? Our guest has just arrived and you are embarrassing me." He looked angry and ready to punish whoever it was responsible.

"It was that slut! She stole my things. Search her, search her and you'll see!" It was at this time that their guest came to the bedroom door. Hanelle stared at him and tried to lose this feeling of familiarity. He had pale blond hair and dark solemn eyes. This stranger passed his eyes over all of them but Hanelle could see a flicker of something when his eyes landed on her.

"Well surely one can search her and find out? Then you can have your answer," the man replied. He was calm and seemed almost distant as he talked.

To Be Continued….