"YOU'RE A WITCH!""How could you be so heartless, what has he ever done to—" The woman stuttered as the tears overwhelmed her ability to speak. Her legs gave in as she felt to the dusty compound not far from their baroque porch."Mama please..""No Kifah leave me.." The women cried rolling on the gravel yard in front of the Cunningham mansion. She did not care for her clothing or the dirty, she did not care because none of it would bring her son back to life. She felt so much anger, if she was to die today, she would gladly. Waking up to her son laying cold had to be the most horrifying thing she had ever experienced in her entire existence of living. In her entirety life of being a slave, she had seen a lot, ill treated and unjustified from an early age... but none could compare to losing her son. She only had one person to blame and it was Mrs Cunningham the witch, who had poisoned her son. Kabangu had always been a healthy boy, was never one to fall sick out of the blue... she was
"Nothing absolutely nothing ever goes well for me, clearly I'm not meant to be happy. What is this life...""Things could be worse..." One of stable workers told him."I was going to be a father, I was willing to try and make it work with her but she... all along she was conniving to hurt Merri. She did all this to hurt Merri. Her falling pregnant and everything... none of it was genuine. Now my child will be born destitute to a mother on the run." Thomas could not help the tear that escaped his eye as he stared at the wooden door, a compartment for one of the horses in the stable. He held his knees close to his chest. His friend was standing, peeling an orange. He seemed unbothered by Thomas crying in one corner. Peter seemed amused."That's if the child even survives past pregnancy. Faith used to do my brother some favors. He is married. I sort of figured from then on that she was not the type of girl to mess around with." Peter told him with a shrug. "She killed her own brother, sh
Mrs Cunningham walked in the guest room that they had been set up for her, the lamp was dim. It was quiet except her mild sobbing against the pillow. The bed was twice the size of her old mattress. Much more comfortable but nothing could fill the emptiness in her heart. Taking a seat on the right side of the bed, Mrs Cunningham scanned the food that was set aside, the flies roaming over. She had not touched any of it. Merrigold wore a cotton comfy nightdress long sleeved on the arms, it reached her ankles. It smelt like lavender, it was Mrs Cunningham's. It fully accommodated her visible belly bump; that she had tried so long to confine. Every time the door opened her heart skipped a bit. She knew he was coming to crucify her. She hated him so much. The thought of him, brought her tearful sorrow. The thought of him reminded her that she could never ran away from him and his misery. The thought of him reminded her that, if they had never crossed paths her life would be different. Mores
She blinked her eyes open staring at the Georgian decorated ceiling. One of the housekeepers had opened her curtains, the sun went straight into her direction and burned her eyes with discomfort. She slept stagnant in one position unmoving. She did not move but it was moving. She huffed, annoyed to death. It had been moving more than usual lately. She had looked around the room for anything sharp enough to cause her death. Nothing, unfortunately. She stared at the same painting for hours, it was disturbing. She hated it. Fresh lilies were out on her bedside every morning, the smell was awful, it made her morning sickness even heavier.There was a soft knock.In he entered, startled... Merri immediately grabbed a pillow next to her and put it in front of her stomach. He didn't look too well, the eyebags beneath his eyes. As pale as a ghost, he took small steps towards her bed."I did not say come in.""William will be here soon, to check up on you.""I did not say come in.""William is
"Eddie..!""uhm...A-austin..?!""Looking good, I see my sister is treating you well."Confused at his brother in-law being so very generous and bubbly, Edward stumbled a bit. Austin Lionel Cunningham not being a gritty brute, with a sardonic response for everything. Austin actually smiling...How odd."Uh yes, ofcourse." He responded. "What brings you here?""Well, I have some great news to share. It certainly could not wait." Austin smiled at the thought of it."Share already?" Edward chuckled."My sister first!" Austin grinned not being able to contain his joy. His smile, not being able to be hidden beneath his once intimidating demeanor. Even though he was craving to blurt it out already. Who would have thought that he would one day be excited for a child of his own? Seeing William father Christian had gave him some sort of envy, he did not want to entertain the thoughts as he felt he would be betraying the old Austin who did not feel capable enough or deserving enough to be anyone
"You can never trust these women." He took a breath intake, looking for the strength to tell his story. "She was pregnant with that white devil's child all along. She agreed to marry me still... wanting to pin their mistake onto me.""Uncle Eli, I'm sorry you had to go through that." Thomas said listening attentively. He had been surprised when Elliot had asked to have a word with him. They were not close, they were not friends neither family but they resided together at commune. Thomas wondered what was his reason for abruptly coming forward to tell him his story personally. There had always been rumors of him being played for an imbecile, rumors of his supposed wife giving birth to a mulatto. Elliot has always been a quiet lad, Thomas was shocked at his visit."The child is supposedly six years old now. She is still with him...""How awful.""I thought I ought to come give you advise after hearing the other men laugh at the news of Merrigold being impregnated by Master Austin."Thom
Sitting on the side of the bed facing the balcony doors. Merrigold sighed, feeling hopeless, helpless. She had done absolutely nothing but felt exhausted. Tired of staring at the same walls. Her bare feet swollen when the only steps she had taken were to relieve herself. She felt like a prisoner. The old clock in one side of the room, made her head rotate. It's ticking reminded her that even though she refused to move, even though she refused to do anything... time was still moving and whether she was pleased with it or not, her belly was ever growing. Sleep had proved to be a struggle, not knowing which side was much better. None of them were any better. Perhaps facing the ceiling and watching the golden chandelier with caliginous lamps. Her thoughts were interrupted by one of the younger girls that worked in the kitchen. Then another one came in, holding belongings, bringing them in and laying the flat on the mahogany chest of drawer.Confused, Merrigold asked. "What is going on?""
Walter Cunningham adored his wife so much so, that if she made any demands, he met them. He was always one to please her, never questioning her authority as the mother of the house. He respected her decisions and went along with most of her very very kind decision making. He had fallen inlove with who she was as a person, not her beauty that all happened to be a bonus. He had fallen for her want to change the world even if it was just little changes. Her love for people, all people. She had always been enthusiastic about being different. Her German background did not hinder his want to be with her. He still pursued her even at the time, with her very low English vocabulary. Smitten, he had learnt a bit of German to converse with her even when there was no longer a need. Austin's father was raised in a catholic household. He assumed he had done the same with his own family but it did not seem that way judging by his son's idiosyncrasies that portrayed devilish mannerisms. His belief in
Hiding behind Merrigold. Hiding behind 'I love Merri.' Continuously chasing Merri to redeem him from his guilt, sins and the feelings he was developing that made him very uncomfortable. His anger was once rooted on Merri, why had she left? This was all her fault. She had led him into falling victim of this horrid unjust demonic behavior. He did not know whom he was anymore. Merrigold had been the only person in his whole entire life who shielded him from judgement. No one would ever think differently of him with Merrigold by his side as his lover. No one would ever assume he took a liking to other men. It was an unpleasant feeling that he was thoroughly ashamed of. Thomas noted, he had not always felt this way; he had not always been this way. He had never been one to look at another man twice. Never! It made him wonder were his feelings for Merrigold ever real? They were, he thought. He loved Merri not as a friend or a sister but as a lover. He enjoyed all their intimates moments tog
"Mrs Brown?" Austin called her. She was quick to squeeze his cheeks and give him kisses on both cheeks. She'd always see him as a child even though he now towered over her."I've been meaning to have a word with you.""Out with it then?" She continued to wipe the kitchen countertops."I'm sorry you had to constantly deal with me. I've come to realize, I was such a huge burden on you and my parents. It's never easy setting upright a rebellious child." Austin muttered ashamed. He could not count the many times, his parents were not aware of his location. For months or even years at a time. The trail of debts he sent their way. Austin loved the west. He loved the ignorance within America.The transatlantic slave trade was abolished first with an act of Congress on March 2, 1807, followed with a British act of Parliament on March 25. This abolishment outlawed the international slave trade, but not slavery itself. In England, the abolishment of the transatlantic slave trade only pushed for
Bad conscience over responsibility.Regardless of who was right or wrong, she felt shameful for her actions. Black people were already named barbaric uncultured swines. Her anger had pushed forth a uncaring attitude for consequences or self dignity. For someone who knew how to always hold it in when being insulted and abashed; she had clearly derailed off the road. Her whole life Merri had been called names, made to feel inferior, lesser than anything and anyone else. She was well aware, having mastered the art of ignorance to the hurtful slurs. Ignorance to the hypocritical attitudes of those who claimed to be above her. This was not new to her, it honestly wasn't but when Stella did—Merri could not hold herself.She was angry. This was the woman who had caused so much harm and refused to acknowledge any of her devious actions. This was the woman who had turnt Austin into a horrid cynical unlikable bastard. Stella has triggered Austin into hurting Merri. For many reasons, she blamed
"Please stay away from me!" Thomas the young black man who had approached him."I've done nothing wrong." Hasani added still a little flummoxed by Thomas's cold shoulder."If you're not here to work away from me, you're literally the most disgusting person I've ever came across in my whole entire life. Merri was disgusting for being with the white man but you definitely took the trophy away from her." Thomas was quick to click his tongue and he sorted the hay.Hasani felt embarrassed but nonetheless shrugged his shoulders. "Your insults do not phase me.""Will a beating do the trick?""Why are you so violent and bitter?" Hasani questioned, a little addled by the situation.Thomas rolled his eyes at him. "Out of my sight. The sight of you revolts my whole body. I will never forgive you for what you did.""What I did?"Looking around Hasani noted it was just them and the horses. Walking towards Thomas he backed him against the wooden barn wall; one hand gripping his neck the other strok
Whenever everything was going well there always had to be a dilemma waiting. Austin and Merri had so much trials and tribulations in the time they had shared and known each other. For many reasons just when it felt as though everything was going their way, something had to occur and dismiss their union.Merri slept early that night. Not really asleep but staring at her side of the lamp. She hugged herself trying to keep warm. An awful feeling of betrayal and treachery inhibited within her chest. She blinked a couple of times, standing up to check on her kids. They were sound asleep. It must have been because they had not sleep in the afternoon. Merrigold adored looking at them, they were so precious. She had no idea she would be able to love any other person on this earth and forsaken world the way she did her kids. Sometimes she had to snap herself to reality. 'I'm a mother, I'm a wife? I'm a mother? I'm really a mother?' Her life has changed so drastically. Her babies were every rea
"Oh goodness..!" He teared up. "How do I hold them? They're so delicate, small, tiny and adorable... wow Merri, they're going to grow to be such handsome lads."Blushing Merri, gave Thomas a subtle smile. "The white wool is Lennox and the blue wool is Lionel. Lennox has a birthmark on his neck, it's really helpful with telling them apart."In awe, Thomas decided against holding them. Afraid they'd fall or something. Afraid Austin and Walter would be out to get his head. He did not want any problems for himself. Instead, he stood a bit far and only bent down their cradle to play with their small fingers."How's motherhood treating you?" He questioned turning back to look at her. She looked exhausted, nonetheless happy. The smile on her face overshadowed the bags under her eyes. She had certainly put on a bit of weight. Her breasts much fuller with milk patches seeping through her clothing. Her stomach, would take a while to return to being as flat as it used to be before Austin had mad
"Grandpa was very very upset, folks always try to put me in a bitter mood but I feel so much better with you little buggers." Walter said playing with their little fingers. "Isn't it?" He tickled their little bellies. "Isn't it?" His voice became restrained and small. They seemed so attentive and both quiet in their cradle. Clearly occupied, if he got any closer they would be quick to pull his nose, they loved that. Walter sat back on his wooden cushioned chair, facing the balcony enjoying a drink, he had always been one to hide his alcohol but at this moment he did not care if anyone saw him drinking. He wasn't perfect, clearly he was sick of acting as if he was."I have every reason to be upset with that daft uncle of yours." He added taking another swig. Adjusting his stroll-hat, the little ones buoyantly wiggled their arms and feet at each other. Lionel then hit Lennox while doing so, even then the little boy didn't cry. He only wiggled harder as if to return the hit. Walter laugh
I never add songs but sure thing by Miguel would be the theme song that played on this (scene) chapter if it was a movie. anyways enjoy and stay safe x⬆️⬆️⬆️—Pride will always be the longest distance between two people. Austin was willing but Henry was not having it. A sense of bitterness sat right on the top of his chest. He would never be able to get over any of this mediocrity. He thought, he could but he was failing dismally. He had not slept that night, blankly staring at the ceiling. As if punishment, he could hear Merri and Austin giggling... God, knows what they were doing. They acted like hormonal teenagers who finally got to be with the one they had been courting for the longest time. It annoyed him to no end, did the walls have to be any thinner? Did the echoes have to be any louder? Did Austin's room have to be right next to his? Why was it so difficult to see Austin happy... his own brother. It bothered him. Perhaps because for the longest of time, he had believed wit
"Austin...""Henry..."With a few meters between them. The two brothers stared at each other with unsaid words of regret, guilt and shame. They had not talked, a good morrow, good evening, pass me the salt, have you seen mother? Is Merri here? did not count as proper conversing."So much has been happening..." Henry added, scratching the back of his head."See, Henry consider yourself very lucky. If I had not met Merri, if I had not fathered my kids, if I did not have any reason to want to be better. I would have kicked you in the nuts and aimed for your a good hit then told you to return to your ratchet wife.""Fair enough!" Henry let out a nervous laugh. Austin stared at him with distaste. He could not hide the bitter feelings he had grown for his brother over the years. This was the same man who had called the authorities on him over his innocent wife. Accused a much younger Austin of raping her. So many nauseating accusations made by his brother. One who ought to protect him and l