Master Gallagher

Called emotional

Over the past few days, things were different between Elliot and I. Not exactly in a good way, he was just distant. I still stayed at the Gallagher house, no one took slave marriages seriously. That's what I had come to realize. Nothing changed in my working hours or working days. The white man did not care. It's not that I really missed my so called husband but when he was awfully quiet for too long without visiting after we had s*x. It made me have loads of questions. It gave me anxiety. Were we still alright? I planned to visit him when I got the chance. I would cook him lunch and earn his love back..

Will was well..

very nice to me lately.

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"Stop it.. Will." I giggled as William as he peppered my neck all the way down to my collarbone, up again to my lips with kisses.

"Please do not tell me about it." He said clearing his throat. I knew exactly what he meant. I did not want to talk about it either. I was six weeks pregnant, I was very sure because I had not had my period the first month and now it would be the second. At eight weeks that's when I would tell Elliot that I was pregnant. None of these were ever my plans.. Will was the mastermind. I felt bad but whenever William reminded me that I did not actually marry Elliot and it's child's play because no official documents were signed. That was true but the fact that we did it in front of God.. made it somewhat very real.

"Anything bothering you lately?" William asked.

I shook my head.

"Not even morning sickness?"

"Not really.."

"This baby is already behaving, I don't think we will never have a problem raising him/her." William genuinely smiled putting his hand on my stomach.

Keyword: raising.

That made me uncomfortable, I did not know if I would even live to raise this child in all honesty. 

"If I actually get to raise him/her." I sighed.

"Of course you will!" William said. "I will make sure of that. Nothing absolutely nothing will happen to you. You know Austin?"

"No."

"Austin Cunningham is a very good friend of mine. We attended secondary together. He is a lawyer and he is also somewhat Elliot's boss."

"So?" I asked where this was leading to.

"I told him."

"Will, you cannot go around telling everyone that you sleep with your maid."

"He does it too so what?!"

"It does not make it right! Just because your father did it or your uncle did it or what ever it is. It still doesn't justify r**e. You white men are sick!"

William immediately cleared his throat. "My apologies— that was very insensitive on my part."

I found joy in knowing that, I was making progress with William. He wasn't just nice to me when drunk anymore. He apologized when he was wrong. He somewhat respected anything I had to say and he was never ever pushy on me opening my legs to accommodate him whenever he felt like it.

This was huge progress for me because not so long ago. I wasn't even allowed to speak unless spoken to. There were many things I could not do. Many things, I did not have a choice in.

"What about Austin?"

"He said that he will keep Elliot on a leash."

"What do you mean?" I panicked.

"He won't give Elliot time to see you. He is getting twice the work. I do not want him going to bed with you again."

I gasped. "You're evil William, does any of that sound right to you? Elliot is a human being.. he is—" I don't know where the tears came from but they just started coming. "You can not go around  controlling everyone Will, you can't control everything. You made me pregnant sorely out of spite and you wanted to feel in control of the situation even though you knew what that meant for me. You're selfish! You have received everything on a silver platter for years that you forgot that everyone else around you can't just be the way you want them to be. Every single day, I spend with you... I realize how malicious you're. This isn't something a normal person would do." I ranted, he just stared at me looking somewhat guilty.

"I can not believe you had the nerve to go to the Cunningham's and do that. You're deranged William, you make me sick. Please leave.."

William shrugged without saying a word he got up from my bed. He ran his hand through his blonde locks scanning my face. He still did not say anything.

"Well, I suppose I could just tell you now that since you're already mad. I will be gone for three or four months."

"Excuse me?"

"I wil—"

I immediately cut him off.

"I heard that part."

"Father wants to extend the Gallagher name by buying land in Australia."

"And you're just going to make me pregnant then hop on a ship to Australia and leave. Isn't that a horrid place where the Brits dump their prisoners? Why would you want to buy land there? Why are you going, why doesn't he go by himself? Why did you agree knowing you're expecting a child?"

I was frustrated.

"I had no choice! I'm to leave with my father and my three brothers. It's a short journey really.. I did not plan it. I'm always sea sick and twenty-seven days on the ship doesn't sound like a vacation. I do not know why he wants land there but I suppose we might take even five months because he does plan on taking to a route past Southern Africa." He paused. "I'm sorry.."

"Five months out at sea?" I laughed. "I knew you were unreliable!" I told him. "Leave!"

"Pana—"

"I said leave!"

"But—"

"Leave before I scream and your wife comes down here. I am done with this, whatever it was. Just leave me alone, it's over. I don't want this anymore. Do whatever pleases you."

"You're being—"

"LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE... there is the door." I yelled.

"What about our child?"

"You probably thought that would keep me tied to you well guess what? I deserve a second chance.. everyone makes mistakes and I think God will forgive me for what ever sin, I am to commit. I hope your ship sinks your father deserves a painful breath consuming death for every single malicious thing he has ever done. You aren't exactly a saint either, you have made my life a living hell. I pray you all die there in Australia. Please leave.."

I didn't miss the sad glance in his eyes. This had been the first time, I had never dominated him. I felt so in control of my life. It was a good feel but it wore off fast as soon as he left.. I did not know what I had just done. What gave me the courage to even act the way I did—

I would leave it that way. There was a very thin line between love and hate. I constantly crossed it like a confused cockroach. I loved and hated him.

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