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Speechless 7
by LeeLeeS (no login)
Happy Holidays, everyone! Well first off i would like to thank those that left me feedback and requested this fic, and i'm sorry i coudn't get this part out sooner but thanks just the same, it means alot..well here ya go, sorry that this chapter is quite choppy!
"Are you having a good time, Miss Isabella?" Travis smiled at her as they danced around avoiding the other couples. It was near the end of the ball, most families had already left in order to get a good start on work the next morning.
Not letting her weariness show she smiled brilliantly at him, "Marvelous, thanks to you Travis." She had been dancing for quite some time. But everytime she would think of declining an invitation she could feel her mother's eyes scolding her.
Shawn approached the couple as they neared him. This was his chance. And seeing that her mother was only a couple feet away from him, he knew she wouldn't risk denying him. Taking a couple steps forward her eyes immediately locked with his as he tapped Travis on the shoulder. "Travis, may I ask you the favor of dancing with this vision?"
"If Miss Isabella doesn't mind."
"You don't mind, do you Miss Isabella?" He tilted his head toward her with a cocky grin plastered on his face. Looking past him she caught sight of her mother who had a stern look upon her face.
Her voice filled with hesitation she spoke, "Of course not. Thank you for the dance Travis." Bending one knee back she curtsied toward Travis, then took Shawn's hand.
With his hand strategically placed on her small waist he guided them around the room just staring at her. But she remained quiet. After seeing all the different expressions forming on her face he let out a loud laugh.
"What do you find so humorous, Shawn-Douglas?" She looked at him in complete disgust.
"Tell me, Belle. Is being in my arms torturous to you? Or is it the fact that you like being in my arms torturous to you?"
Without a word she turned her head away from him, and kept it that way throughout the remainder of the dance. It wasn't until she had felt the slight draft on her waste that she had realized the song had ended.
Taking her hand he gave it a feathery kiss, and for that brief second their eyes had locked. "Now that I have done what I sought out to do, I will leave you be, Miss Isabella." With that said he gave her a weak smile as he walked away.
She raised her eyebrow slightly, “That’s it?”
Stopping after a couple steps he turned to her, “I’m sure I understand.”
Completely ignoring the gentleman that was only a couple feet from her waiting for a dance she approached Shawn, “You have worked tirelessly for months to get my attention, and after one dance you are satisfied?”
“I am a man who lives on simple pleasures. I believe Patrick is awaiting, Miss Isabella.” He nodded to the gentleman only a couple feet from her. Then looking at her, he tilted his head with a playful smile. Before anything else was said he was gone from the dance floor and she was left with Patrick.
After thanking Patrick for the dance, she walked to the side of the room happy with the opportunity to rest her swollen feet. To her right her father was with his associated discussing war and such. To her left, mother and the other wives were gossiping about the latest scandals. “Things never change—“
“—but they have, have they not?”
Looking up she nearly got blinded by that firey hair, “Richard, why are you bothering yourself to keep me company? I hear Roselynne is quite smitten with you.”
“Roselynne isn’t who I want for my wife—“
She glanced up at him sympathetically, “Richard, I’m quite flattered you think of me in that way—“
“But you mustn’t leave your father, am I right?” A soft smile appeared on his lips as if understanding her ways.
Not knowing what else there was to be said she let her eyes wander, a part of her curious as to who was caught in Shawn-Douglas’s web now.
As if sensing what she was doing he spoke, “Are you searching for you sister?”
“Yes, actually. Have you seen her?”
“She’s gossiping with Miss Mary Beth over there in the corner.” With a short pause he continued, “But I believe the real person you’re looking for left about an hour ago on horseback.”
Two Weeks Later
She still hadn’t recovered from that mortifying accusation from Richard, but now that she thought back on it, realization hit her that she hadn’t denied it or confirmed it. Glancing out the carriage she noticed dark clouds beginning to cover the afternoon sky.
She needed to returned home before the rain hit. Mother had sent her to the River Oak plantation with Robert to deliver a pound cake she had baked. The ride in itself was two hours, and with that rickety old wagon, it was enough incentive to cause one to vomit. But Isabella held her own as they clear through the familiar orchards.
Robert brought the carriage to a gradual stop right before the door and offered his hand to her as she took careful steps to the ground.
Looking around she saw Charles Cunningham and some other boys standing about with what appeared to be a stick and a ball.
“Now pay close attention, Riderback, are you listening? I will not be held responsible if you get one in the face and no girl will want you as a suitor.”
What was he doing here? Isabella squinted her eyes against the sun hoping that wasn’t his voice she had just heard. Sure enough it was him. With his sleeves rolled up he was tossing and catching a small ball back in forth. His dark hair was mustled and dirty and such were his clothes.
“Isabella Black, you’ve finally made it.”
Isabella turned to face Emily, Charles’s sister who was about a year older than Chelsea-Lynn. “Now Emily, what in heaven are they doing?”
“Father asked them to help plow the fields but once Shawn-Douglas mentioned a game he learned during war, the plows haven’t been seen since.”
“A game?”
The two ladies stood there side by side staring out at the unplowed field in which the men were spread out across. “Yes, they’ve been playing since noon.”
“Seems to me they’re—“
“Miss Isabella, why isn’t it a surprise to see you here this afternoon.” Charles motioned the boys to continue as he approached them.
Travis remained where he was like the rest and just bellowed across the field his greeting, “Good afternoon, Miss Isabella.” It was like a chain reaction, once one had acknowledged her, the rest followed. All except Shawn-Douglas who continually avoided her gaze.
As Charles stopped about five feet from them she spoke, “What is this game Shawn-Douglas is teaching you?”
“He calls it baseball. He said he learned while waiting to be sent to battle, it’s quite amusing. He says they’re thinking about starting a league in the south.”
“Well don’t believe everything Shawn-Douglas tells you, he is often misinformed.” With that said Isabella tried to take in what was going on in the field but only found herself questioning this ‘game’ of his.
“Looks like a hoot—“ Robert whistled as he watched Travis hit the ball to the far field with the dainty stick from an oak tree.
Charles threw his arm around the old man’s shoulders, “We do need another player, to even things out. Would you like to play?”
The eyes lit up on his face, as the enthusiasm of a five-year-old shined through them. “Would I!”
“Then that’s settled. Miss Isabella, I am afraid I have to steal this old chap from you for awhile.” With that said Charles Led Robert back onto the field as the game continued. Isabella could contained her laughter as she saw Robert running around the field trying to catch a little ball.
“Let’s have tea—this is enough to bore a lady.” Emily tugged on Isabella’s arm as she followed diligently.
About an hour later Isabella and Emily emerged from the house to find the men still at ‘work’. With an exhausted sigh she spoke, “Is this game never-ending?”
“If it is then so be it, but you must be getting home before the darkness.” Emily left Isabella on the veranda to go and fetch Robert. Isabella followed to the extent then just stood there watching as Emily spoke to Charles.
It was getting quite dark she observed as a nerve in her twitched. That and she had never been allowed to be out at this time, for it was too dangerous for a lady.
“I’m sorry Miss Isabella—“ Robert apologized as he approached her putting on his hat. Running to the door her opened it for her and held his hand out. “But I’ll have you home before the rain begins. Mr.Black would have my head if I didn’t.”
He caught her eye just as she was taking a step into the carriage. And just like the night of the reel he smiled and bent his head to bid her farewell.
An hour later
It had gotten considerably colder overtime as she found herself still in the carriage. Something was wrong, they should’ve already reached home by now, unless Robert had taken a wrong turn.
The rain had begun pouring less than thirty minutes ago but the dirt on the ground had now turned into mud making the trip even longer. As she felt the wheels quickly stop, relief grew in her thinking that they were finally home. Taking the liberty to show herself out she threw the door open and stepped out.
“Miss Isabella, get back in the carriage ” Robert’s voice rang in her ears.
It was then that she realized that they weren’t home, they were in the middle of nowhere. But if that didn’t feed her fear, the three large men standing around them did.
As one reached out to her she jumped back against the wagon ignoring the pain of the handle puncturing into her back. She couldn’t breathe, the corset had squeezed a considerable amount out of her, and what she had left, she was quickly losing.
“Well aren’t you a pretty thing?”
Robert jumped infront of her, “You keep you hands off Miss Isabella ”
But as the two other men grapped him, she was left by herself again. Her urge to cry out for Robert was instantly lift as she heard his soft moans through the rain. On the ground the two men were taking turned kicking him to death. “Get away from her ”
“No need to be scared little girl—“ As his hand inched closer to her, she felt her body go limp with fear. Her throat itched to scream but when she opened her mouth, all that escaped were short whimpers.
“No, please.” Feeling the tug from the chain around her neck, she looked up to see her locket in his grasp. With one sharp tug, her world blacked out.
As the hard rain drenched him he cursed himself for being so careless as to let the time pass by. Straight ahead he saw the cross, to his left was Melbourne, to his right a shantytown. Knowing his way around he rode left. He had been riding for near five minutes when he heard peals of laughter coming from behind him. As curiosity got to him, he turned about and headed in the direction toward the shantytown.
Getting closer he saw just what he expected to see, the three large men were stealing goods from a carriage. About to make himself disappear his noticed the near corpse by the wagon lifting his head up, “—bella”
No. It was Robert.
“What do we do with the little lady?” The three men gather around the pile of blue fabric on the ground.
“You touch her and I will shoot you, dead.” Jumping off of Savannah he stood above her holding his father’s pistol toward them. His face was as hard as a rock, as his fingers clenched around the trigger.
Sam. The bigger one step forward as the other two ran back, possibly to fetch help, possibly just from their cowardice nature.
Before Shawn could react Sam had jumped on him and they were now wrestling for that pistol. Gritting his teeth Shawn threw his weight into his arm, as it swept across Sam’s face.
As the fight continued Shawn reached for the knife tucked within his boot. When seeing his opportunity he stabbed it into the larger man who doubled over in agony. The anger within him was a force to reckon with, but instead of finishing the man off, he spoke briskly, “Leave.”
Gripping his abdomen he limped away. Taking in a deep breath Shawn gripped the blade. He was lost in thought as a deep moan caught his attention, Robert. Crouching beside him, Shawn helped him up. “Ride straight for about an hour and tell Mr.Black what happened. Here,” Slicing the ropes that were holding the horse to the carriage, he hand Robert the reigns.
Using all of his strength Robert pulled himself onto Thunder. “What about Miss Isabella?”
Shawn closed his eyes letting the rain wash away his hot tears, “There’s a shed I saw on the way here—“ Bending down he picked up her cold, limp body into his arms. “Now go!”