Revelations Part II
Troy smiled as he handed Charlotte a glass of punch. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
Charlotte smiled sweetly and purposely brushed her hand against his as she took the refreshing drink. "Yes, quite."
"After you've had your drink, Micaela, I'll have to sweet-talk you into giving me another dance."
Charlotte laughed and glanced across the room. She had caught a gentleman looking at her several times. Now he made his way towards them and grinned when he had covered the distance.
"Troy, old boy!"
Troy laughed and shook hands. "Donald! How've you been?"
There was something familiar about this man…
"Just fine. Yourself?"
His voice…
"Fine as well."
"Is this your entrancing date?"
Those eyes…
"This is Micaela Jones. She's visiting a cousin."
"Oh? And who is that?"
Troy looked at Charlotte and she snapped out of her trance. "Jonathan Jones."
Donald's face twisted into one of confusion. "I thought I knew every man in the city, but I've never heard of him before."
"Well, I-"
"Ah!" Donald's face lit up as a new song began. "Micaela, care to join me for a dance?"
Panic shot through Charlotte's blood.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," Troy prodded taking her cup.
Donald led Charlotte onto the floor and the couple blended in perfectly.
"Where are you from, Micaela?"
"Oh, the South."
"What state?" Donald persisted.
"State?"
"I have a friend down South. Maybe you know her."
"Perhaps," Charlotte said nervously.
Donald locked his arm around Charlotte's waist. "Sharon Roberts."
It was him! "Joseph!" Charlotte gasped. "But, Troy called you Donald!"
"My last name is Donaldson, my friends call me Donald. What are you doing here, you little thief?"
Charlotte tried to subtly pull away. "Joseph, I've done nothing here. Let me go and I'll leave!"
"You belong in jail, Sharon!"
Fear filled Sharon's eyes for the first time in a long time. "Joseph, I beg you!" Sharon was pulling with all her strength now.
"I will see you rot in prison!"
"No!" Sharon screamed bringing her knee up into his stomach.
The music stopped and the guests turned and stared.Sharon and Joseph stared coldly at each other for just a second.
"Micaela?" Troy hesitantly took a step toward her.
Sharon bolted, running out of the grand building. Not far behind, Troy and Joseph with three policemen were chasing her.
Sharon tried to gather her thoughts as her feet slammed against the road. She could go directly to the train station, but they could hold the train. She could try Race, but would he be sympathetic to a liar? Spot! He liked her. Surely he would help her. She ran with a new burst of energy, kicking off her confining shoes. At all costs, she must reach Brooklyn. In no time at all, she was across the Brooklyn Bridge and just steps from Sot's corner. "Spot!" she cried with the little breath she had. She could see him.
He turned when he heard his name.
She fell into his arms panting. "Spot, I need help!"
"Hold her!" Troy, Joseph, and the policeman called.
Spot looked down into Sharon's face. "What's goin on?"
Tears pooled in Sharon's eyes. "Is it so wrong to have a dream? I-"
"You conniving little-" Joseph ripped Sharon from Spot's arms and threw her into the grasp of the policemen.
"Hey!"
"Restrain yourself, sir," Joseph said coolly putting his hand in Spot's way. "You know nothing of these affairs."
"Charlotte-"
"Charlotte?" Joseph laughed bitterly. "You thought her name was Charlotte?"
A police carriage arrived and the policemen ushered Sharon inside. The heavy door slammed and locked, with Sharon inside. The carriage began moving. Sharon's hope was viscously ripped from her soul and a single tear slowly rolled down her cheek as she crumpled to the floor.
The End!
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