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Chapter 3
I was breathing hard as I went up to Tom's tavern. It was warm and cozy and I knew my Uncle always hated me being with him. Tom always treated me right. He was always the first one to say sorry, the first one to feel sad when he did something wrong, and never liked to do anything irrational. He was the definite prudent type. It always made me giggle when I did something naughty and he always took the blame for it. He was handsome, with his black hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. His smile lighted up his dimples. My Uncle never considered him of any value. Always looking down on him like he was a snob and did not deserve to live. I hated my Uncle for that. Tom was a decent man. He worked as an apprentice to our local Blacksmith, Will Turner, and made progress in it as well. He was turning out to be as good as Will. I remember meeting Will. He was a fine man, and also treated women with care. I was happy for Tom. I never really knew whether I was actually in love with Tom but his placed seemed to be as good as any right now. I came to his door and knocked. I light came on through the windows. He came to the door, and I felt a little better.
"Nyssa what are you doin here this late at night?!" said Tom.
I just realized it was late but I could not resist an awkward smile at the sight of him, all tousle haired. "Well it is not that late…" I said, "Besides I am sure you were not asleep!" I tried to say with an air of confidence. But I was sure he could sere right through it. I worried looked crossed my face, and I looked around.
"Nyssa come inside before you catch a death of a cold." Tom said also looking around.
As I got inside it all of a sudden occurred to me, I really had to get out of here with him.
"Darling you know I have work tomorrow, bright and early," Tom sighed.
"You do not understand! Tom my Uncle is after me…He wants me to be this disgusting married slave for his own damn benefit!" I said.
"Nyssa! Do not curse!" I gave him an evil look, this was not going my way. He seemed to be a bit cranky and that would not bode well for me. He tried again at my annoyance. "Listen you need to go home and sort this out with your Uncle, I am sure you have this all wrong."
It occurred to me…if I did not…would he send me to the gallows by accident? I mean, if I went back to my Uncle I am sure he will hang me for treachery. I did not like the way this was turning out. But my Uncle would be likely to do something extreme like that. I began to hear voices outside Tom's door. I paniced. "Tom! You have to hide me now. You know how crazy my Uncle is! He can not find me!" I grabbed Tom's arms as if trying to plead my case. I seemed to convince Tom and he led me to his closet. I stepped inside as Tom went to go open his door. And the next thing I knew door flew right open, bashed Tom in the head, and Tom fell heavily to the ground. I gasped and my arms flew to my mouth while my body slammed against the wall opposite of the closet door. I was scared…really scared. And there stepped in my Uncle, as hideous as he ever was. His boots jingled and his white wig seemed ruffled up into some kind of devilish horns. His mouth was in a major frown as he ignored Tom's limp body.