Sup, people! I'm back, first of all I'm pretty sure you guys didn't notice that i had updated the story, for my 3rd chapt.

I'm sorry I uploaded the two chapters on the same day, i have waaayy too much time on my hands. So instead, if for some incredible reason you like my fiction, please check the number of chapters not date updated to see if i had written more! Thank You!

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On another note, my friend challenged me to write a chapter based on humor, akwardness, and sadness at the same time. (I'm pretty much as funny as a dead fish so ha, ha)

So please tell me what you think of this chapt by leaving a review! Thx! Imma shut up now and Happy Readings!

Nights were much longer when the devil was around. It was the same pattern usually, after being sent to his tent, I get scolded, then I get smacked around a little bit, then he sends me to my own tent, whether or not I'm limping like an elderly man or reduced to crawling like an infant. My tent was much smaller than the others, but I enjoyed the privacy. I was quite lucky today even though I dragged myself back hurt inside and out, thinking about what Pierre had said again. You are weak, you are nothing. At least I can sleep with just one bloody nose that is still bleeding. My hands tried to stop the bleeding but only resulted in a bright crimson stream that drenched my fingers and mouth. I knelt down to crawl into the entrance, using one hand to support me and another hand hanging in front of my mouth, and laid down on the sharp sticks of hay that covered the ground of the tent.

"Merde! What did he do this time?" A voice whispered harshly. I choked on the blood in fear and shock. My face snapped around. A large figure appeared sitting up on my bed made of straw.

"Jacque! Go hang yourself, you idiot! Are you trying to scare the life out of me?" I snapped recovering from the unpleasant surprise. I stared at him impatiently.

"Get out of my tent, Jacque, NOW." I snarled. He merely scoffed at me as I tore of the bloody, dirty piece of cloth from the edge of shirt. Jacque snatched the rag from me and began to wipe off most of the blood. But I pulled back after a while.

"Stop it!" I whined between quiet sobs. He lowered his hand and glared at me with a strange look on his face and sad glow in his pale blue eyes. Perhaps he was going to get angry at me and leave again. At least I'd be alone; I've gone so many times without breaking down into tears, the only achievement I have left that's worth being proud of. Jacque just pushed me off the cliff, into another frenzy of sadness. I felt a hand on my shoulder; he had the bloody ragged clutched in his hand, staining his skin, and he glared at the rag as he spoke in a haunting, sad tone.

"I'm…sorry, Tiffany. I forgot how fragile you are when you return from that hell." He muttered dismally. I weak, bitter laugh escaped his mouth.

"I hate that I can't help you, so I'll leave you alone." He mumbled quietly staring down at the burgundy bundle of blood. Jacque sat up stiffly and pushed aside the tent's flap, mixed emotions flew inside of my head. I grabbed onto his wrist as he left.

"Where are you going?" I demanded quietly. I saw his eyes light up playfully, the bright cheery glow soon returning to his skin and the challenged expression that dusted his face.

"To sleep, why? Do you want me to kiss you goodnight like a child?" He smirked. I wiped away the tears with my hand and sniffled.

"What the hell is…kiss?" I murmured intrigued and confused at the new word. Jacque looked like someone had slapped him right in the face, he grinned.

"You don't know what kiss is?" He laughed fascinated at my curiosity.

"Non…that is why you are going to sit here and tell me what 'kiss' IS." I replied firmly. He laughed unnecessarily loud. I swear Jacque sat there for an hour snickering at me while muttering the word kiss under his breath, and then gagging. I frowned, and watched him in his fit of laughter.

"What is it?" I huffed impatiently. A strong desire to know the meaning of kiss filled me.

"You're…serious…?" He chuckled as he wiped away a tear of joy. I nodded and folded my arms again.

"Very."

"Oh, well then…Ah…how do I explain? It's when a man and a woman…err, lock lips? Uh, no, they sort of press their lips together…yes...uh." He explained. An awkward aura filled the tent.

"That is disgusting." I declared. "Why would I want to put my mouth on a man's face?" Jacque laughed at this, half of me felt rather offended he would laugh at my confusion, and the other half was delighted to see him happy and for once, not worrying about the amount of blood I lose.

"You know nothing about, AMOUR." He purred gently. "I pity you."

A blank look crossed my face.

"Please tell me you know what amour is, Tiffany." His voice went flat.

"I know what that is!" I hissed. "I still don't understand the purpose of kiss, though."

"Kissing. Not 'purpose of kiss', silly girl." I waved away his arrogant amused tone.

"People kiss each other to show affection-"

"With their mouths?"

"Yes, darling, with their mouths.

"That is really revolting." I pointed out.

"Well people don't always do that to show affection! Sometimes a man kisses a woman's hand gently out of courtesy and politeness. See! Like this." Jacque gently lifted my hand that did not get dirtied with dried blood. And, lifted it to his lips, so that they met. I pulled my hand back at the familiar touch of some man's lips on the back of my hand. So that is what General Washington did out of courtesy! I saw the haughty smile on Jacque's face.

"That is strange. Can a woman kiss a man's hand?"

"No!" Jacque replied in disgust.

"Why not?"

"Well-! Because-! Only the man does it! Out of COURTESY."

"So a kiss on the hand is out of courtesy, and on the lips is affection or love…?"

"Sometimes children get a kiss on their forehead." Jacque pointed out poking a finger at me.

"Oh…I see."

"Do you now? Is there anything else you would like to ask?"

"I think so. Maybe I could try it sometime, when I find someone I love."

"Nope. The man kisses you, not the other way around."

"That is not fair." I complained. Jacque ruffled my hair causing the low ponytail to fall out.

"La vie n'est pas juste." He chuckled. He sat up once again to leave. "Oh yes and before you 'try' remember the rules."

"Rules?"

"Yes. No kissing more than one man. No kissing a man who is married or in a relationship. No kissing strangers, no kissing other woman, no kissing children if they are not yours, no kissing objects-!"

"I get it!" I laughed at his silliness and threw a handful of straw at him.

"Then good night." I watched as Jacque left and he disappeared outside where only his footsteps were heard. I lay down on my straw mattress and smiled to myself.

"Kissing is disgusting!" I whispered loud enough so he could hear.

"Go to SLEEP." Jacque called out holding back laughs, too. It was the first time that I didn't want to run away from camp, just sit here and talk with him for as long as possible.

But I wish he had trusted me when I said I knew what love meant. He was my only family, and I was his, since he was the blue-eyed orphan boy back in France. And I love him for being the only one who truly loved me too. I am sure of it. He is my family.

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So the nights continued, and the injuries began to grow more severe, so severe that even I knew that I was in trouble. And that resulted in Jacque refusing to leave my tent until he was able to coax even a tiny smile out of me, after of course attending to my injuries.

Tonight, the air was especially hot, and I knew Jacque was furious even though I wasn't crying. For a girl who is already 20 years old, I suppose I cry too much when it comes to dealing with pain. But then again, Jacque always reminds me that it's because I've experienced too much pain for a woman. Today I knew he was terrible angry at Pierre and himself. It was the one night the he was on "errands" and was not waiting for me at the tent. So after being battered and baked, I dragged myself back to my sanctuary only to black out because of blood loss later, and drift in and out of unconsciousness until he came. I winced as Jacque stitched up the wounds, with an unusual determined look.

"Did…he go too far…?" I asked patiently. Jacque simply nodded, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

"Owww!" I snapped as he tugged on the piece of thread woven under my skin. He dropped the needle and snipped of the remaining thread.

"Listen." He ordered. "When are you planning your next escape?"

"Maybe next week. I'll try when Pierre is not around-."

"Do it tomorrow."

"What?"

Jacque sighed. And finally decided to look me in the eye, but eventually laid down the bloody stash of hay.

"Have you heard what's been going on recently?"

"Many things have been going on."

"Yes but with Pierre…he murdered two of our men three days ago, and instructed us to hide the bodies in the river." I stared at him in disbelief.

"That's…terrible…we have to tell the patriots, they should execute him for treason or something!" I replied outraged.

"He is a monster. But a powerful man, people have tried to tell the others, and he killed them to. If we attempted to report this he'll kill us too." He turned to me and continued.

"You know these things are making him very angry, and when he gets angry he takes it out on you…"

"Avez-vous peur pour ma vie à nouvea?" I sighed in mild annoyance.

"And what makes this matter worse is that his wife back in France has cheated on him."

"He cheats on her, too!" I pointed out.

"Yes but, I am almost sure he will kill you, Tiffany. Tomorrow. Escape. And this time I will help." He suddenly spoke faster and grabbed my shoulders with trembling hands.

"Listen closely! For I will not repeat myself! When you flee from here, don't look back; try your best not to weep…"

"Why would I weep?"

"That's not important! Run as fast as you can until you can't walk, don't look back! And if you can find a ladies dress and bonnet, to use as a disguise! And when they no longer remember your face, start a new life somewhere you truly belong…because here you are not free. And freedom is something we've been fighting for this entire time yet, it is something we ourselves have been neglecting for others. Do you understand me?"

"…I…yes but-." My mind was slowly absorbing the information but not understanding why I am panicking. I was interrupted by the strange kiss planted on my forehead and the strange last words he had left me.

"Be safe, be well, and be happy my dear." Jacque whispered, his voice broken and trembling.

He then left, leaving me to ponder in confusion. I heard his footsteps outside of the tent and I could not see his face. Something that bothered me great

"How can I be happy when I know something bothers you, Jacque? You are my one and only family, and I love you because you are family…" I called out my heart truly aching.

There was no response. But I knew he heard me and I knew he loved me too. My eyes began to water but no tears fell. Jacque…why won't you answer me…?

La vie n'est pas juste= Life isn't fair

Avez-vous peur pour ma vie à nouvea= Do you fear for my life, again?

Amour= Love Merde= sh*t

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