Chapter 6:

Again, John knocked on the heavy door that stood in front of the couple like a huge solid wall.

"I don't think anyone is home; lets," John was cut off as he heard the lock turn on the other side of the door.

John froze; he could still turn back...

"Hello?"

However the soft female voice stopped John where he was standing; for his mother stood before him.

"It's me," John said softly, "its John."

"John? Is, is that really you?"

The woman stuttered, "What are you doing here?"

"Mother, I know," was all the young man said as John's mother smiled, the disbelief clearly washed off her face.

"Come in," the woman said as she allowed the door to open wider in order for the couple to fit through.

"Please, sit down," John's mother said as she left the room.

"Anne, Jane, get down here please," John's mother called for John's two sisters.

"Coming mother," a sister replied as they walked down the stairs.

Anne was the first to gasp, "John, is that you?"

At his nod, Anne rushed and embraced her brother, "it's so wonderful to see you!"

John smiled, "how old are you now?"

"I'm 15 now," Anne said with pride in her voice.

"Anne, mother, Jane, I'd like to introduce my wife Pocahontas," John said as Pocahontas stuck out her hand.

"It is very nice to meet you," Pocahontas smiled as she shook Anne's hand; then she shook John mother's hand.

"Hello, my name is Anne; and this is my mother Alice and our sister..."

Anne stopped, Jane was nowhere in site.

"She must not be feeling well," Alice said as all 4 of the people jumped when they heard the front door slam.

"Oh dear," Alice said as she quickly left the parlor, "I've got to get dinner started."

"Would you like h?"

John stopped her with a gentle squeeze of her hand, glancing sideways at him, she could tell in his eyes that he needed her at that moment.

"Alice!"

George, John's father's voice boomed through out the small space.

"Where are you?"

George called again as John cleared his throat;

Turning, George came face to face with his eldest son John.

"You," Pocahontas cringed at the ice that dripped in his voice, "What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

He inquired, stepping closer to John, "my mother is dying, and I've come to be with her."

"The woman's fine, who is she?"

"This is Pocahontas," John began before he was cut off by his father.

"What a pretty heathen woman; and I see she is ripe with child. Honestly John, if you insist on visiting, bring your wife along, not a wild whore, though I'd like to bed her myself."

With that, the older man let out a hardy laugh before John snapped, "she's no whore, she is my wife Pocahontas."

As soon as the words left his lips, George glared at his son, "leave it to you to lust after the heathen women, just like last time."

'Last time?'

Pocahontas thought, but dared not ask;

"Don't you go bringing up my past," John replied.

"I hear she's doing well selling herself for profit; though I did have my liberties with her, and never had to pay a pent."

At this revelation, a slow smile crossed the elder man's face, as John stood up, his normally calm eyes blazing.

"If you so much as lay a hand on her," John began, his voice harsh, "I'll kill you."

"Dear boy," George said, his green eyes bearing in to John's blue orbs, "the harlot was begging for it."

From where she sat, Pocahontas could see the restraint in John's movements; and in his eyes, but she sat still, still and proper on the sofa.

"I mean it, you can mark my words when I say that I'll have your head along with your manhood cut off if you lay a hand on my wife. If you leave so much as a mark on her," he gestured towards his wife, "or to my mother while I'm living here, you'll deal with

me."

Satisfied, John sat down next to his beloved wife, "consider them marked," George retorted as a smug smile crossed his features and he got up and promptly left the room.

"Oh John," Pocahontas whispered quietly, "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright my love," John replied as he tenderly stroked her dark hair, "I won't let anything happen to you."

The young native woman smiled in reassurance of her husband's promise and love as they sat together on the couch.