Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, but I wanna get the rest of the
story out super fast 'cause I'm leaving for Mexico on Saturday and I want a
nice supply of reviews. Anyways, uh, the Hessian episode has happened, but
this is around the time Sarah left for Ohio, but before...
I don't own Liberty's Kids. There, said it, blah blah blah. Here's the chapter. Enjoy. Review. Knock yourself out.
Sarah kissed Moses? Sarah kissed Moses. SARAH kissed Moses. Sarah KISSED Moses. Sarah kissed MOSES. SARAH KISSED MOSES!
It's like one of my worst nightmares come to life. I don't get it. Why'd she do it? I need some answers and I need them now.
It has been a week since she kissed him. One of the most nerve-wracking weeks of my life. Sarah's decided to go visit her father in Ohio Territory, which worries me.
Me, a boy who's been chased by Indians, tied to a Hessian, held as a prisoner, been at battles, some where I've actually been fired at, and just about anything else you can imagine, am shocked by this.
Sarah's leaving today. I don't want her to leave. If she leaves, she might never come back. I want her to come back.
I shuffled tiredly down the stairs, hearing Sarah and Moses talking in the parlor. The door was shut.
"I should be going now," Sarah replied, opening the door.
We were practically nose-to-nose now. Her eyes widened and she glared at me.
"Were you eavesdropping?" Sarah snapped, annoyed.
I shook my head and she closed the door. Her movements pushed me backwards and soon we were in the hallway. She tried to leave. I can't let her do that. So I moved in her way.
Sarah feinted going to the left, but really went to the right and swept past me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me. She paled and I loosened my grip, instead choosing to wrap my arms around her. She paled even more. I worried more and more by the minute.
"Shh, Sarah, you're safe. I'll let you go if you'll just answer some questions," I shushed, hugging her tighter to me.
She struggled even more against me.
"Sarah! Why are you running away?" I asked stiffly.
Sarah scowled.
"I am not, James. I just want to see my father for the first time in years!" Sarah hissed, arms flailing.
I looked deep into her bright green eyes. She stopped struggling.
"Sarah, why did you kiss Moses?" I whispered urgently.
Sarah looked scared. She turned away from me.
"I do not know," Sarah murmured.
I spun her to face me.
"Sarah, don't lie to me," I mumbled.
Her eyes bore into mine.
"I am sorry James, but I-I cannot!" Sarah said, eyes misty and ready to bolt.
I move faster than she does, however. We're closer than we've ever been. I'm leaning down and I think she's leaning up. We're about to kiss. But when she's an inch away from my face, she suddenly stops like a man directly in front of a cart.
I, however, am still trying to kiss her. She shook her head, her eyes wide, jaw dropped, and ducks. I wind up kissing air, and she turns and runs from the print shop, leaving me all alone, standing in the middle of the hallway like an idiot.
Henri walks downstairs and looks at me curiously.
"James, what is wrong with you?" Henri asked, accent heavy.
I snapped out of my trance and looked at Henri.
"Nothing," I declared rashly.
Henri gave me a curious look. I ran outside. I should just play catch with Jack and the other guys. Maybe a run would clear my head. Of course, at the speed I'd be going at, I'd probably keel over on the street.
And then I'd get run over by a coach, which would hurt. Maybe I should write a letter to Sybil.
Yeah, that's what I'll do. Right after I faint from running for so long.
- Loren ;*
Like it, love it, hate it? Whatever. I do appreciate reviews a lot, though. Yeah. That's it. Thanks guys!
I don't own Liberty's Kids. There, said it, blah blah blah. Here's the chapter. Enjoy. Review. Knock yourself out.
Sarah kissed Moses? Sarah kissed Moses. SARAH kissed Moses. Sarah KISSED Moses. Sarah kissed MOSES. SARAH KISSED MOSES!
It's like one of my worst nightmares come to life. I don't get it. Why'd she do it? I need some answers and I need them now.
It has been a week since she kissed him. One of the most nerve-wracking weeks of my life. Sarah's decided to go visit her father in Ohio Territory, which worries me.
Me, a boy who's been chased by Indians, tied to a Hessian, held as a prisoner, been at battles, some where I've actually been fired at, and just about anything else you can imagine, am shocked by this.
Sarah's leaving today. I don't want her to leave. If she leaves, she might never come back. I want her to come back.
I shuffled tiredly down the stairs, hearing Sarah and Moses talking in the parlor. The door was shut.
"I should be going now," Sarah replied, opening the door.
We were practically nose-to-nose now. Her eyes widened and she glared at me.
"Were you eavesdropping?" Sarah snapped, annoyed.
I shook my head and she closed the door. Her movements pushed me backwards and soon we were in the hallway. She tried to leave. I can't let her do that. So I moved in her way.
Sarah feinted going to the left, but really went to the right and swept past me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me. She paled and I loosened my grip, instead choosing to wrap my arms around her. She paled even more. I worried more and more by the minute.
"Shh, Sarah, you're safe. I'll let you go if you'll just answer some questions," I shushed, hugging her tighter to me.
She struggled even more against me.
"Sarah! Why are you running away?" I asked stiffly.
Sarah scowled.
"I am not, James. I just want to see my father for the first time in years!" Sarah hissed, arms flailing.
I looked deep into her bright green eyes. She stopped struggling.
"Sarah, why did you kiss Moses?" I whispered urgently.
Sarah looked scared. She turned away from me.
"I do not know," Sarah murmured.
I spun her to face me.
"Sarah, don't lie to me," I mumbled.
Her eyes bore into mine.
"I am sorry James, but I-I cannot!" Sarah said, eyes misty and ready to bolt.
I move faster than she does, however. We're closer than we've ever been. I'm leaning down and I think she's leaning up. We're about to kiss. But when she's an inch away from my face, she suddenly stops like a man directly in front of a cart.
I, however, am still trying to kiss her. She shook her head, her eyes wide, jaw dropped, and ducks. I wind up kissing air, and she turns and runs from the print shop, leaving me all alone, standing in the middle of the hallway like an idiot.
Henri walks downstairs and looks at me curiously.
"James, what is wrong with you?" Henri asked, accent heavy.
I snapped out of my trance and looked at Henri.
"Nothing," I declared rashly.
Henri gave me a curious look. I ran outside. I should just play catch with Jack and the other guys. Maybe a run would clear my head. Of course, at the speed I'd be going at, I'd probably keel over on the street.
And then I'd get run over by a coach, which would hurt. Maybe I should write a letter to Sybil.
Yeah, that's what I'll do. Right after I faint from running for so long.
- Loren ;*
Like it, love it, hate it? Whatever. I do appreciate reviews a lot, though. Yeah. That's it. Thanks guys!
