A/N: I'm so so sorry for the long absence!!! School has been hard, plus I've been trying to finish my TLK story, which is finally done!!!
I hope you all will continue reading this, updates will be more often, promise!!
Now, enjoy the chapter!!!!
Chapter 7:
Night came quickly to the small town outside of London, with no events in the Smith household to disturb its coming. Alice, who seemed to Pocahontas as being the one who kept the family together; washed the few dishes that the family had used, and refused Pocahontas when she had offered to help. The two daughters, went swiftly upstairs and shut themselves in there room. Even the arrival of there brother and/or son to Alice and George did nothing to there routines. But it was not Pocahontas's place to comment, so she waited until his family had retired to bed before speaking.
"I'm sorry John, I feel like we aren't welcomed here."
"I know," he pulled her closer to him in the bed that his mother gave them, "neither do I, but she is dying, I don't know how much time she has left. I don't know what they'll do with out her."
Pocahontas sighed as she welcomed his hold around her body, and John smiled as there baby moved with in her.
"Let's not think right now, let's sleep."
The young woman closed her eyes and fell in to a relatively peaceful sleep. However John wasn't so fortunate; he lay awake, listening to her breathing and the sounds of his childhood home. His father's words playing in his mind: "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."
'Was it true?'
John thought, wondering if the woman that he'd loved once could be a prostitute in the Seedy world of poor London. What was worse would be if he had inadvertently put her there, she wasn't born poor; she had come from a higher class than he did. However her country was at war with England, thus when her father had found out about there forbidden affair, John had ran. He had run out on her, thus leaving her no choice.
Sighing, the man carefully climbed out of his bed, tucked the covers around his wife, and dressed; guided in the moonlight that shined through the window. Cautiously he opened the room door, walked downstairs, and slipped on his boots. Checking to make sure no one was around, John made his way out of the house and shut the door behind him.
By the light of the moon, John made his way to the stables where he readied his horse and rode out of the drive.
He knew just where to go;
'Why are you doing this, put it behind you! You have a beautiful wife and a child on the way, don't be foolish!'
'You must face this, come to terms with it! See where you left her, see your mistakes!'
Voices, two voices, each telling him the correct path he should take, the right decision that he should make. He sat on his horse, gazing back at the house before turning around and leaving the drive.
For he knew where to go… however, would she be where he had left her, just two years ago?