Avonlea muses [one-shot]
Jan 16, 2020 21:48:08 GMT -5
Post by * on Jan 16, 2020 21:48:08 GMT -5
Peacekeepers are none too kindly to those that were rebels in the war. Not one single bastard will even look at you the same and that's the very way I get looked at every time I go into town. Don't matter none if my brothers go with me, hell, momma won't let me go into town without one of them present nowadays. Mostly it's Harvey since he's just a year younger than me. Momma insists mainly because she knows I won't be safe goin anywhere. She's right though, because I've been cornered too many times when I venture out by myself. I always ended up comin home scratched and scuffed, shaking from runnin away. Momma's tried to have words with 'em, but it was always the same response. "Ma'am. She's a war rebel. She should be locked up -" and that's all it takes for her to shut her mouth and clean the wounds or ice the bruises that pop up. Last year some time, right when the spring was popping up fresh stems of flowers, I attempted an outting to gather something from the main shop. Harvey was ill and at the time Hugh was still just a bit too youthful to be walkin me to town when I met with two keepers. Their ill intent was already headed to be wrong doin just by the way they blocked my way walkin. I asked politely and not lookin at them in the eyes, but they insisted on throwing a smoking cigarette butt on my foot and then continued to snuff it out by grindin their foot against my toes. It hurt. Instinctively, I shoved the asshole aside only to get the wind knocked out of me from the second. Gut punched and heaving, they snickered and laughed at me. It took ‘em nothing to toss me aside since I was already hunched over with my arms wrapped around my middle. It was like I was just something in their way. Dirt had been kicked in my direction, stirring up a coughing fit before I could even catch my own breath. If it wasn't for Dinah appearing out of nowhere, it woulda been worse. She was a civilian throughout the war, taking in keepers to heal in her home as she had been brought up to be. They sought her to be the good sort so of course, with her good graces and efforts, I was given little to no pity and demanded I learned my place among the district. She protected me and told them she'd see to it. Then they left. Dinah wrapped her arms around my torso lifting me up. "There, there. Come on, lets get you cleaned up, Avvie. Why on earth do you mess with them?" She questioned me as if I'd done something wrong - this time. I shook my head, still unable to cope with the radiating pain through my stomach until we had reached her home. She took me under her wing. She was the gentle sort. Her fingers were like cotton wool after it had been bathed a few times, so soft. How she looked at me with those honey eyes, so gentle. I swear I was fallin for her, but it was odd to me. Learnin growin up, I was supposed to be betrothed to some rich man in the oil precinct who'd struck it rich with their father's land. Not faunin over some girl tending to my stomach ache and bandaging a busted toe. Still, I couldn’t keep my heart from beatin like crazy whenever I was around her and the hardest part was hiding the feelings because momma woulda had an absolute cow if she'd found out. That was only one of many I spent with Dinah and truth be told, I think she felt the same for me. She had too.  |
