Master Gallagher

Called me married

A married woman.

That's what I was now, not on paper though. Slaves weren't ever given any sort of documentation unless they were counting how many we're. Many of us did not even know our birthdays, luckily my mother knew it by heart and reminded me every single year.

It was an easy Sunday.

I couldn't wear the dress lady Tracy made for me. It was beautiful after I wore it, Master Joshua was furious. He demanded, I go wear proper clothes. I suppose lady Tracy had overdone it. I was glad that I wasn't showing. William told me at sixteen weeks, I would be showing that's why I needed to...

— earlier.

After Pastor Richardson had finished the Sunday service. He asked that Elliot and I stand up and hold hands. Bible verses were read and we were officially declared married. The slaves weren't allowed to cheer or do anything. Most Masters left but except the Gallagher's and Cunningham's. Apparently to the rest of the elites, this was not important. It was a joke and a waste of time.

I watched William from afar. He looked so handsome. I couldn't deny it that my heart hurt. The eye he gave me but pushed for me to continue. His blue eyes were darker than usual, hands in his pockets, annoyed. I just wanted to be with him, nothing would make me happier. That would never happen.. maybe in my dreams. It kept ringing in my head how he constantly told me that he loved me and that I didn't have to reply. I didn't but.. I finally had an answer. I loved him too, with all my heart. He was my first love, my first everything. I never acknowledged that love existed but whenever I saw him.. I felt it.

It wasn't just that he was a very handsome, well built man. It was in the way he held me in his arms. His laugh.. his stupid comments. There is a very thin line between love and hate. Remembering the first time.. he touched me. He wasn't rough, he simply told me to close the door and put the tea aside. I did, he asked me to undress. I did, I was terrified. He warmed me not to make any noise, I silently cried when he removed everything off his mahogany table and told me to lay back. This had been the first time, a man had ever seen me in nothing but my nakedness. It had also been the first time, I had ever seen a man naked. Terrified, was a feeling close to home. He didn't touch me anywhere else. He tried putting it in but I flinched.. he told me to be quiet. He tried pushing it in but it just wouldn't get in.

He spat on his hands multiple times. I didn't understand what he was doing. After spitting on his hand, he jerked it off on that thing... I was scared stiff. Looking at it made me very uncomfortable. It made me nauseous... especially when it released bits of colorless substance here and there.

After covering it in spit, he didn't waste time. He pushed it in and I screamed but he quickly put his hand on my mouth. I felt as if something had been broken in between. Tears flooded my eyes. I felt, something trickle in between my thighs. It was blood..

"Bloody hell, you're a virgin."

I didn't know how to respond to that.

"I just assumed since you lived at the commune, some must have already had their way with you. I know how my brothers and my father can be..."

I did not understand why he was even speaking to me. It had been done already. I was also afraid, I didn't want to say a word.

"To hell with it, you feel so good. I haven't felt like this in so long. Try not to make noise, are we clear?"

I nodded.

And that was how he continued to pleasure himself while I cried from pain. He did not take it easy on me not on that day, not on the next day.. with bloody thighs. I wore my clothes. He yelled at me for the mess at which I cleaned after that. I ran home... I did not care that I had to cook supper or that Liam was left alone.. I ran home to my mother.

I owed this experience to Elliot who was all smiley standing next to me with all these people congratulating us. My heart was with the man who stood from afar with a frown on his lips. How I managed to love someone who treated me this way not so long ago was beyond me.

There was definitely no honeymoon.

After this little ceremony, we had go to back to our daily duties. William had other plans.. A servant had been sent to call me to one of the rooms at the Gallagher's main mansion.

In the room stood Williams mother and William. They were both staring at me. The room was very lavish, it resembled that of royalty. It had style and design. It was the eleventh room in the house. I had never really encountered Williams mother much but all I knew was that she was atleast twenty years younger than Master Joshua. Apparently Master Joshua had a first wife with whom he had four kids then a second wife, Lady Martha whom he had three children with.

"William.." Lady Martha said while holding her son.

"It just hurts so much, mother." William said with a gruff voice. My heart whimpered.. did he tell his mother about us?

"Young lady come here.." His mother called me. I followed to where she was.

"Afternoon Lady Martha."

"I know what you have been doing with my son.." she simply said.

"I... apologize.."

"Mother, it was all my fault. I love her and I just can't—"

"You know exactly what your father will do if he finds out.."

My heart skipped a beat.

William stayed silent.

"How far long is she?" Lady Martha asked. She was very beautiful, with sparkling blue eyes that William had inherited and pouty lips. Master Joshua was hideous, I suppose William inherited everything from his mother except his aristocratic nose.

"Five weeks.." William replied to his mother.

"Oh dear God. William how could you? After everything I told you. You know exactly how this will end.."

I didn't understand what they were talking about.

"I'm sorry mother, I love her. I couldn't help it infact I have loved her ever since we were kids.. I just—"

"Oh dear.." William's mother facepalmed. "Is that why you always fought with Gerald for the room with the balcony facing the ranch? That was the reason right?"

Liam sighed, it was weird seeing someone control him and take over him but this was his mother. The woman who gave birth to him. It was nothing shameful for him to be weak infront of his own mother.

"You have to give her the rest of the Sunday night off. So she can go to the Cunningham's but you cannot tell your father." She paused and looked at me. "Young lady, I'm afraid you have to.. go and lay with him, tonight. If Joshua finds out, he will make you eat cotton from the fields until you miscarry.. or even worse."

"Cotton?" I gasped.

"Gossypol is one of the substances found in the cotton plant. It's a poisonous pigment that destroys the growth of a fetus or destroys sperm if it hasn't been fertilized." She explained at this point, I felt stupid. I had been doing all these things when I could have—

"Don't even think about it." William warned. "Mother look what you have done." William said gruffly. "Now she knows.."

"Maybe it's best, i miscarry and we part ways.."

"That's not happening, I will not give up on us. You can't kill our child.."

"Lady Martha, I swear I never asked to be pregnant.." I defended myself. I did not want her to think I was trying to gain something from this.

"If you were both laying down together, time again then you both knew exactly what would come off it. You have to lay with Elliot then we will deal with everyone's reaction when my grandchild is here." Tears immediately flooded my eyes. William immediately came to hold me in his arms. "It will be fine, you will be fine. It won't even last two minutes.. it will be alright." William then lowered his voice. "Look love, he has probably never been with a woman and as his first time he will definitely not last long. Adding to the fact that you're so tight.. without knowledge that a woman's v****a automatically stretches back into its original size. He will think you're a virgin. It's okay, remember I love you with everything I have. I would kill my father before he ever kills you.." he whispered reassuring words in my ear.

"I'm scared.." I cried.

"It's okay my love. Everything will be fine." I pulled away from William and wiped my tears away.

Lady Martha immediately gave me a gentle smile. "You remind me so much of Fredrick." She sighed. I could only think.. that was my father. Fredrick was my father's name.

"History really is repeating itself and this time much worse."

At this point, I knew exactly what she meant.