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Chapter 26: Fight (Sarah's POV)
I watched James as he ran back into the rain. I leaned back into my chair and relaxed. Suddenly I saw a man walk towards me. He was obviously drunk. He was large and muscular with brown hair. His golden colored eyes glared at me. He stumbled his way over to the table and sat in the chair across from me. He stared at me and I took a deep breath…James would be back soon…he would help me.
"Virginia, what are ya doin' here?" he stammered.
"My name is not Virginia," I answered.
"Naw, don't mess wit me, Virginia. I knows ya whens I sees ya!"
"Sir, I am not Virginia. My name is Mrs. Sarah Hiller!"
"Mrs.—ya gots married! But ya was courtin' me! Remember Virginia?"
"For the last time sir, my name is not Virginia. If you will excuse me I need to find my husband," I replied as I stood up. This man was starting to scare me.
As I walked past him, he stood up and blocked my path. I looked up at him and said, "Let me by."
The man frowned and grabbed my arms. He held them at my side and snarled, "Naw ya listen ta me! Ya aren't married! Ya are courtin' me and ya sure as heck, don't hav a husband!"
I closed my eyes as his grip on my arms tightened. I prayed for something…someone to help me. Oh, where are you James?
"Let her go!" shouted a voice behind me. I turned and saw that it was James!
The man let me go and shoved me into the table. I grabbed the edge of the table and tried to stay on my feet. I looked over and saw James throw our luggage on the floor as the man wobbled over to him.
"Why were you hurting my wife?" asked James.
"Sa ya the one who married my Virginia and stole her from me!" shouted the man pointing to me.
"Who is Virginia? That is Sarah and I'm married to Sarah!"
"Naw ya never talk bad 'bout my Virginia! And that is my Virginia!"
"That woman is not Virginia! That is Mrs. Sarah Hiller! My wife—that is my wife!"
With that the man went into rage. He grabbed James' shoulder and punched him in the eye. James stumbled backwards, and fell. When he landed on the floor, the man laughed.
Suddenly I saw hatred and anger in James' eyes. He stood up and ran at the man. He punched the man across the face. But the man did not even move. He picked James up by the collar, punched him in the chest, and threw him onto the floor. I wanted to go and help James, but if I joined the fight…it would only end badly for James…and possibly for me.
James picked himself up and walked up to the man. He punched him in the gut and the man fell. James smiled and turned his back to the man, believing the fight was over. But the man stood up and snuck up on James. He grabbed him and lifted him into the air. Next he threw James onto a table. As James landed on the table, it broke and sent James onto the floor. James did not move. He laid on the ground, groaning in pain. I ran over to him and knelt at his side.
Then the bartender came out of a back room. He saw James on the floor and the man who punched him. The bartender and a few other men took the man into the back room to relax. I stayed by James' side. I was not going to leave him alone.
James groaned again and I kissed his forehead. He was in so much pain, yet there was nothing I could do to stop it. James reached for my hand and I moved it closer to him. He held it and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and smiled. He looked at me and whispered, "Jonathan kicked harder than him."
I laughed and so did he. James sat up, but groaned in pain again.
"How are you?" I questioned.
"I have felt better, but it was worth it. I would not let anyone take my family away from me…again," whispered James weakly.
Then the tears formed in my eyes and I hugged James. I did not care if it hurt him. I just wanted to know that James was still here…and still him. He hugged me for a moment before he stood up. As he stood up I could not help, but smile. He looked so strong and confident, even though a moment before he was being beaten up.
James helped me to my feet and laughed, "Next time I decide to fight a man for you. Remind me not to."
Then he got a slap from me.