Color Coded Part 3 (Finale)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the THIRD part of my entry for MadisonRose’s challenge, (and my first piece in a really long time!) a short story about forbidden love :) (you’ll have to read to find out the details). It’s set in the backdrop of a politically turbulent America, a time after the civil war when racism was at its peak and the Ku Klux Klan ruled the south (I wanted to be original).
I hope it isn’t too much, you’re welcome to read and tell me what you think! –V.W

Submitted: June 20, 2011

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‘Where have you been?’

The little house Will and I shared was decorated with faces like my own, each with a fierce countenance. The heat in their eyes was palpable, and I could simply feel their hatred slowly taking hold of my throat, seeping into my skin and poisoning me.

‘I said where have you been, woman?!’ Will bellowed, scaring me completely out of my skin. Was this some sort of rebellion? I kept thinking. These thoughts passed my mind like a bullet would through a man, each harder to swallow than the last. How could news of my affair with Daniel have taken flight so soon?

‘Will, I-’ I began to stammer, walking towards my husband. I was so frightened, so scared. The room was in chaos, everyone hurling insults at me.

‘Vile, vile!’

‘Whore!’

‘Disgrace!’

‘Yow betway yow own pippo child!’ they shouted in turns, like it was a game; a hate game.

‘She’s sleeping with the killer,’ they whispered to each other. ‘She can’t be trusted.’

‘William!’ I screamed, laying evidence of my guilt out for this world to see. My husband couldn’t – wouldn’t help me!

I thought about Daniel and what he was going through at that moment, and my heart began to bleed. I looked at my bags in the corner and contemplated making a run for it. Will caught me looking and sneered.

‘You show no remorse for a crime you’ve committed against your own people!’ he bellowed, angry. ‘I wouldn’t have spared you if I was paid but any chance you had is one no more!’

And before I could say anything to defend myself, I felt the first blow to m y head. Will hit me and left me a bloody mess on the floor. I tried to crawl out of the little establishment but the men were too fast for me. they held me up and handed out stones – one for everyone in the house.

‘Ready,’ Will growled. ‘Aim.’

Fear enveloped me in its nasty clutches and I prayed for some miracle. I wanted to see Daniel again; despite what these people thought, I loved him. He was my soul, the very pinnacle of my being, and for a while there he’d made me the happiest woman on earth. ‘Help,’ my soul begged but my lips wouldn’t move. ‘Help me.’ before Daniel, I had no one but my mother. She was gone, and here I was, alone, waiting to die.

‘Fire.’

 

Daniel

I never did see her again after that night. I refused to see her corpse and wouldn’t go near the black camps. I remember standing in that field alone, bag in hand and heart pumping with adrenaline, waiting for my love so we could begin our life together.

Only, she didn’t come. I waited three hours and instantly knew that she was gone from me. The blacks were rowdy and rebellious; something had to be wrong. I found out what had happened only the next day, when my father broke the news to me.

I’m not proud of that moment. The cold sword against his throat, the warmth his skin emanated as he broke into a cold sweat. My mouth screaming her name like they had a mind of their own. ‘Vanessa!’ I sang, my voice a bittersweet symphony. ‘You had her killed, father! You told them all what we were up to! You killed her!’

‘Son, listen.’ My father said. ‘It doesn’t have to be this way. She had to go so you would understand that there’s more in store for you. I had other plans for you – I didn’t want to see you throw everything away for some African girl with nothing to call hers!’

I couldn’t believe my ears, but I had no choice but to depend on them. I had nothing, no one else left! ‘Well, guess what, father.’ I whispered, pressing the sword into his throat and shaking all the while. ‘I have other “plans” for you as well.’

 

Did I tell you, friend, how I ended up like this? People call me mad, insane… I’m not insane. I understand perfectly. But I see you there, waiting for a story… waiting to be fed the truth amongst this lying, cheating, treacherous world. Well now…

My life now is as it used to be; monotonous… tedious… dull, beyond imagination. My very person is as jaded as a sloth and most days, I can’t tell whether or not I’m still alive – everything around me appears so superfluous, so unnecessary that I feel I can live without a life.

You know, sometimes I have to reach out and pinch my thigh, just to make sure I’m still tangible – that I haven’t lost contact with the human world completely… that I’m still the same man who’s lost everything that was so important to him, so dear..

 I stand here now ready to testify that it was not always the same. I see these girls now, chaste but corrupted, beautiful but nothing extraordinary, their feathered hats and multi colored dresses all but an act to get men on board, their extravagant ships set sail towards nothingness because that’s all there is! Nothing! They’ll all come to see that, as I have. It wasn’t always like this though. I was a man of great relevance in the society. I was needed, wanted, worshipped. My father was …

Are you still listening?

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