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Locked Up & Alone

Allie POV:

I don't know how long I've been in the barn for, but one thing's certain that it's been a while. Maybe a day or so, but I'm not sure. I hate being locked up like a criminal, it sucks. I was also so hungry and thirsty. My throat was so dry and my stomach was growling and grumbling in protest. My right ankle hurt due to the sprain. It was also bruised with an ugly plum and black color. In order to relieve some of the pain I had to rip a piece off of my slip and use it to wrap around my ankle as a makeshift bandage.

I was leaning against a wall, staring aimlessly at stacks of haybales, whenever I heard the sound of a board being moved off of the door outside. Oh my god, somebody's coming. When the door opened, I had to squint to get my eyes used to the bright sunlight streaming into the room. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as Levicy walked inside of the room with a glass of water in her hand.

"I brought ya some water and bread." She kindly told me as she walked across the room. "It's all Anderson'll allow." My mother-in-law explained as she knelt down next to me.

"Thank you." I gratefully told her, taking the glass eagerly. As I took my first precious sip of water, she took a chunk of bread out of her apron pocket and handed it over to me.

"I don't agree wit' what my husband's done t'ya, but he won't listen to me when I say it ain't right." Levicy sighed as I placed my glass on the ground and took a large bite out of my piece of bread. "I don't think you deserve this; truth be told." She honestly told me as a look of pity overcame her features. I just nodded and continued to feast on my small piece of bread since I was starving. "Save some for later, sweetheart." Levicy told me while yanking the bread out of my hand and putting it on the floor. God, if I wasn't locked in the barn like an animal, I'd prolly be upset that the bread was on the floor, but right now I could care less. Her face fell as she revealed, "Anderson ain't gonna let'cha have but a glass of water and piece of bread once a day."

"Okay." I nodded, agreeing to save the rest of my precious food, while picking up my water glass. I took a sip of it and put it back down before asking, "How long have I been locked up for?"

"A couple of days." Levicy sighed solemnly. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she revealed, "My son, tho he'll never admit it, is very shaken an' upset by this."

I furrowed my brows as I asked in a mere whispered cry, "Then why is he letting it happen? I'm his wife, can't Cap do something?"

Her eyes could meet mine as she shook her head and sighed, "Cap worships Anderson; always wants to make him proud so I'm afraid, although he doesn't believe in it, he'll follow his pa's way right now."

I felt the wind be knocked out of me. My husband cared more about his father's approval then about me, his wife; the mother of his children? I felt tears trying to break freak, but I just blinked them back. "Oh…" I quietly choked out, hanging my head into my chest in a show of sadness and defeat.

Levicy tucked a stray piece of hair that'd frayed from my messy braid behind my ear. She patted my cheek in a motherly gesture before assuring me, "The chil'ren are doin' good and will continue to do so while I watch after 'em."

"Thank you, Levicy." I kindly told her. I was glad she was a good grandmother and was taking such good care of my babies when I couldn't.

Levicy just gave me a soft, but sad smile before standing up and leaving me all alone in my prison once again. Right after I heard the board being put back in place to bar the door, I broke down and cried. I cried such an ugly and heart wrenching cry as I realized my husband was more afraid of his dad's rejection then he was in love with me.

Levicy POV:

Seein' Allie so small and broken in the corner of the barn this afternoon was unsettlin'. Poor girl didn't deserve to be treated so harshly. I think bein' parted from her family was punishment enough; she didn't need to be locked up as a prisoner. I don't think that Allie truly meant any harm, but she was just a bit naïve and gullible where it concerned her older brother. Like any good sister, she just wanted to have him in her life. Trouble was he married himself into the enemy. Poor Allie, she was goin' thru hell at my husband's hands cause of Abel and his wife's family.

It also didn't set right with me how my son was turnin' his back on his wife cause Anderson told him to. I raised Cap t'be a smart and strong-willed man. In my opinion a strong man would fight for his wife, but it seems that my son couldn't handle the possibility of disappointing his pa and just did what he was told. Although I wasn't too happy about Johnse picking Roseanna, I was proud of him for standin' his ground and pickin' her instead of turnin' his back on her cause the family wasn't too fond of them bein' together. Well, at least now the family accepts her.

I know the family's a bit leery of Allie right now, but I'm sure in time she'll prove she's a good girl. I know for certain my son knows his wife's a good person, but he's just too scared to speak up on it. Cap needs to either do right by Allie and pick her or just let her go, release her from their vows and send her somewhere she'd be safe (perhaps even look into any distant family she might have) so she won't be alone in these hard times.

I heard the door open and close, causin' me to look over my shoulder to see Cap. I went back to stirrin' my stew as he placed his hat and gun on the racks by the door. Coming up next to me, he asked, "Hey, ma, how's my chil'ren doin'? They ain't givin' ya hell, are they?"

"Captain W. and Levicy are as good as gold, son." I told him with a small smile. Oh lord, did I love my grandchil'ren. Those babies were so precious. I loved them, wanted nothin' but the best for them too which is why I needed to confront my son 'bout his wife. Lookin' at my son, I told him, "Cap, I saw Allie this afternoon; brought her some bread an' water. Poor thing looked ragged." Cap just shrugged, his eyes downcast, as he stood stock still next to me. I set my soup spoon aside and let out a sigh. Turning to my son, I told him, "Cap, this whole thing with your wife ain't right. It ain't right at all an' ya need to do somethin' 'bout it."

"What can I do, ma?" Cap asked, his rollin' deep timbre risin' up a bit. With pain hidden deep in his voice, he told me, "Pa's deemed her a traitor, thinks some time locked up'll humble her."

Arching my brow, I asked, "But do you feel that way?"

He kept his face cold and vid of all emotion as he flatly told me, "Pa knows what's right for us Hatfields. If he says she needs locked up then so be it."

"Y'don't believe that, son." I told him with a pointed look. He just looked down at his boots, acting as if he didn't hear me. Well, I was gonna talk and he was gonna listen whether he wanted to or not. "I know ya don't, but are just tellin' yourself you do so your guilt at havin' your wife yards away locked up won't haunt ya when you're asleep at night."

"Ma, stop it. Alma's a traitor, end of it." Cap snapped, giving me an angry, but pain filled look, as his voice shook with unchecked emotions that threatened to break out of his hard and cold façade.

"A traitor that you shared vows with, that ya swore to love an' protect." I reminded him of the fact that he was married to the deemed family traitor. That he owed her his protection and his love or else he'd be breakin' the promise he swore to her in front of God and family.

"Ma…" My son sighed warningly since he didn't like being confronted.

"Either you get some stones and go against your pa when it comes to your wife or you divorce her and send her 'way somewhere, but she doesn't deserve to be kept prisoner over somethin' her brother and his McCoy most likely got her entangled in." I bluntly told Cap before grabbing my soup spoon and ging back to stirring my bubbling stew.

"I'm sure pa'd approve of a divorce right now." My son muttered out in a long sigh before walking off to go see his chil'ren.

Of course, he'd think that Anderson would order him to divorce Allie. Dear lord, Cap's too worried about his pa's acceptance and opinion; it's gonna cost him dearly too.

Shaw POV:

"So, Allie's still locked up in Devil Anse's barn." I told my wife as we washed dishes together. Well, she was washing and I was drying, but whatever.

Looking over at me as she washed a dish, Jessa asked in a shocked tone, "Still? But the party was a couple of days ago?"

"Yea. Apparently, she's locked up as a traitor's punishment." I told my wife, waiting for her to hand me a dish to dry.

"That's a bit much."My wife remarked while passing me over a wet dish.

"I know." I nodded, taking the dish from her. "Even tho I can't stand the bitch, I agree that lockin' her up's mean." I told Jessa, drying off the dish as she started washing another one. "Hell, I was locked up and kept away from you and the kids for a month; it was pure torture." I remarked while stacking the dish onto the pile I had one the counter.

"So, how's Cap dealing with it?" Jessa asked, handing me the last of the dishes.

"Oh, that chicken's just cluckin' and goin' along with whatever his daddy says." I scoffed while my wife submerged a frying pan into the sink full of soapy dishwater. I slung my dish towel over my shoulder and leaned against counter by the sink. "You can tell he's not happy about it since he's just got this ready to break composure to him, but he's puttin' on a stone-cold face for Devil Anse; going by his every word."

"Why? I mean I thought he'd be raising hell about Allie being locked up in a barn for days on end." My wife remarked scrubbing the frying pan with enough force to get all the burnt bits off the bottom of it.

"Unlike Johnse, Cap's too afraid to stand up to Devil Anse. He's too afraid of disappointing daddy devil; making him mad or worse causin' him to disown him." I explained, taking the frying pan from my wife and drying it while she scrubbed out a small pot.

"Wow, Cap's really that worried about what his dad thinks?" Jessa asked as I set the frying pan on the counter.

"Yep." I popped my tongue. "He's Devil Anse's favorite you know, so…" I shrugged as she handed me over the pot she'd just washed.

"Poor Allie, her own husband doesn't even have her back." Jessa sighed sympathetically as I took the pot from her.

"Yea…" I took the towel from my shoulder and started to dry the pot. "Hell, if Sully locked ya up I'd tell him to drop dead and break you out. I'd never let anyone dictate my love life." I firmly told Jessa, wanting her to know that I wasn't fickle like my cousin when it came to my marriage, as I placed the pot on the counter. "Too bad Cap's too much of a pussy to stand up to Devil Anse tho. Guess his wife'll just live in a barn til deemed otherwise." I sighed as my wife handed me another pot to dry.

Shaking her head, she quickly washed a platter. "That's horrible." Passing me the platter, she added in, "I know we're not close to her, but I still think it's sad that she's being treated so harshly."

"Yea, but at least she's still alive." I told her in one of those 'look on the brightside' tones as I dried off the platter. "Hell, Devil Anse ain't known as a very kind man once he's been betrayed. Most people that cross him the wrong way end up dead; then buried by Uncle Jim." I told her, setting aside the dry platter and taking the wet serving bowl she was holding out to me.

"Sweet Jesus, both Devil Anse and Randall are a bit unhinged." Jessa sighed as she washed another serving bowl.

"Yea, reckon so." I nodded. I took her hands out of the dish water and held them in mine. I didn't care that they were wet and slippery from soap. I needed to hold my wife's hands right now cause I needed her to understand that my next words were sincere and from the heart. Softly squeezing Jessa's hands, I assured her, "Don't worry, with everything we know 'bout the feud I'm sure we can stay on Devil Anse's good side and survive this thing together."

Pulling one of her hands out of mine, Jessa stroked my bearded jaw while telling me, "I know we'll survive, Shaw. I don't know how, but I just got a feelin' that we'll survive the hell that's sure to come."

As long as we came out survivors of the feud, I couldn't give a flyin' fuck about what happens to Cap and Allie. If they fail, then that's on him. If they make up, well that's on him too. As long as me and my wife survive the feud to live a good life together, growing old and raising children; watchin' grandchildren grow too, then everything else be damned.

Cap POV:

It was 'round midnight an' I was up rockin' Levicy. She was bein' a bit fussy and didn't want to sleep tonight. I changed her an' fed her a bottle, so now I was just rockin' her while lookin' outside. I had a clear view of the barn from my bedroom window, so that's what I was lookin' at. The moon highlighted it in the dark, showcasin' the outline an' edges of the buildin' my wife was bein' held in.

Goddamnit, pa would lock Allie up in the barn's loft. Damn, as if bein' separated was hard enough, but havin' her imprisoned within reach of me was heartbreakin' an' pure torture. I hated what she did (goin' behind my back to consort with McCoys an' all), but I hated what was bein' done to her more. Ma was right, my wife didn't deserve this punishment from pa even tho she was a traitor. If she was a man, I wouldn't give a damn 'bout her bein' locked up, but with her bein' a woman as well as my wife her bein' locked up in the barn left a bitter taste in my mouth. It wasn't right, not at all, but there wasn't nothin' I could do 'bout it.

Well, I could go up 'gainst pa, but I didn't want t'do that. I mean I don't think I could, I respected him an' didn't want him feelin' like I was disrespectful or didn't care 'bout him and our family. Even tho I didn't agree with him, I couldn't go toe to toe wit' him either. Pa didn't take well to traitors or those that went 'gainst him; questioned his authority. I couldn't afford t'be cut off from my family. I was a Hatfield, family's all I got.

Sad thing is, cause of marryin' me Allie was a Hatfield too, but she wasn't welcomed warmly into the fold. Pa cut her out; made sure that everyone knew so too. If I went 'gainst him, well, it'd just be me, her, and our chil'ren out in the world all by our lonesome. I don't think I'd be able to handle not havin' my large Hatfield family in my life.

Maybe mama's right, if I can't be with Allie then maybe I should let her go. Maybe, just maybe, I should considerin' divorcin' her. If I couldn't be wit' her what good was it stayin' married to her for? She could move on; forget all the heartache and pain she's been thru and start anew somewhere. Maybe I should talk to Uncle Wall 'bout it. Divorce.

AN:

Yikes, things aren't looking too good for Allie right now. Do you guys think that Cap'll go thru with a divorce or do you think he'll change his mind and end up standing up to Devil Anse? Oh, and how will Abel react once he gets wind of what's happened to his sister? Hmm…things are getting angsty.