Chapter Nine- The Letter

Pocahontas sighed as she entered the Jamestown settlement once again. She needed to see John. She needed to. She was so worried that her plan would fail and she would either return home to find him dead already, or be forced to watch him die. She couldn't bear to even think about it. She knew that if Ratcliffe was back in town, there was no telling what would happen to John! And another set of lashings could kill him! Pocahontas couldn't bear the thought of John being whipped. Why had he attacked Ratcliffe anyway? The guard, also known as Eric Dawson, saw her come in and he immediately grabbed the keys to John's cell.

"Pocahontas, I'm really sorry about all this. John's my friend and if there was anything I could do…" Eric started to say.

"Eric, there is nothing you can do. But I can do something. I leave in three weeks for England."

"You're running? Pocahontas, how could you run and turn your back on John when he needs you the most?" Eric asked, not letting Pocahontas finish. Pocahontas's anger flared up.

"Eric, I am not turning my back on John I would never, I repeat, never, turn my back on John! Never!" She said, not afraid to let her anger show.

"I'm sorry, Pocahontas. Truly, I am. I didn't mean any of that." Eric said, hanging his head in shame.

"I'm sorry, too, Eric. I'm just so afraid that my plan will fail and I won't be able to save John." Pocahontas said, sighing. She could feel the tears brim her eyes again. She had cried more in the past three days than she had since her mother died.

"It must be hard." Eric said.

"You have no idea. You really don't. I saved him once, and I plan to do it again. I would never turn away from John. I would never just sit back and let him die! I couldn't! And I can't bear to even think about what is going to happen to him if I can't save him!" Pocahontas said. She wiped away her tears. Eric smiled at her sadly as he unlocked the cell door. She entered the cell. John was in the exact same place as last time, but this time, he had one elbow on his knee and was holding a piece of paper.

"John?" Pocahontas asked. John looked up. "Is everything OK?"

"Everything's fine." John answered, but he didn't look directly at her when he said it. Pocahontas went and sat down beside him.

"No it's not." She said.

"What?" John asked, looking at her.

"I know you, John. And everything is not alright." Pocahontas said, looking him straight in the eye. "What's wrong?" John sighed.

"This letter is from someone I know back in England. He's…he's a part of the jury that decided my punishment." John said.

"A friend?" Pocahontas asked.

"Close. But not quite. Closer in relationship." John said.

"Who? Who wrote that, John?" Pocahontas asked, not knowing what John was talking about.

"The letter isn't from one person, but two." John said.

"But who wrote the letter? What's it about?"

"It's about my punishment. My sentence. I can't believe he would do this to me."

"Who, John? Do what to you? John, who decided what would happen to you?" John looked at her and sighed.

"My father."

A/N- Oooooooo! Cliffhanger! I'll update later tonight if not tomorrow! Dun dun dun! John's own father decided on his fate! How would you feel about that? What do you think so far? PLEASE REVIEW! -Robin