The dead flower

For the next few days I kept hearing about him in the house from our maiden about the rumors of me and Peter. My parents had forbidden me to see him or talk to him, I but have been sneaking out at nights to see him. I couldn't stop myself, I had fallen for him. Today I was going to meet him again, it feels so wonderful.

At night I took one of my candles sneaked into his room, he was waiting for me, he looked so good that I thought I was melting were I stood. I smiled and came near him. He wrapped his arms around me and I did the same.

“Tell me a little bit about yourself” I said to him and felt how he released his grip from my body and turned away, facing the window.

“ My name is Peter Kensky, twenty two years old. My parents both died after I was born and they putted me in an orphanage. At fifteen years old I ran away from that place, they beat us and tortured us. At that time, life was very hard for me. I wandered around the streets hungry, weak. A woman took me in and took care of me for seven years, she loved me when no one did and I learned the difficulties in life. She past last year and I was learning about the flowers, I hated myself for not being there for her. So I ended up here and for the first time in my life, I fell in love with the girl I shouldn't fall in love with.” he said and turned to see me standing there in tears. “ I'm sorry, I'm so sorry” I said in tears that won't stop. He wrapped his arms around me once more and we stayed that way for a while. “ I love you”, he whispered into my ear and pulled me closer. Our lips brushed, and I felt like a chord had been struck inside me, and my body was humming with a musical note.

Peter stroked my cheek and kissed my lips. I was cut off as Peter slowly started to move his lips on mine. Their lips moved in time with each other and Peter raised his hands up to my hair and tangled his fingers in it. His other hand, he pulled up to my face and cupped my cheek in his hand. I raised up his shirt and slowly started to feel his body. I moved from his lips to his neck thrusting myself onto his thighs. I was in a total daze and all I cared about was how good it felt kissing and feeling him. I loved him so much.
"I - Love - You" panted Peter through the hard kissing and touching. That did it for me. He peeled off my nightgown and I pressed my chest against Peter’s, slowly running my hand over his back. Peter started kissing my jaw line, he was leaning over me as he did so. He moved from my throat, down to my collar, then kissing my breasts. He touched my body so gently and passionately and I smiled when Peter gently kissed my stomach, I sat up and unbuckled Peter’s pants with one hand using the other to run my fingers over his stomach. Peter then climbed on top of me and turned my head to the side, slowly kissing my neck. I moaned and smiled.

I knew this was to good to be true and after doing it, I turned to the other side so that he won't see my tears. I hated to know that what we had wouldn't last. I turned to see that he was sleeping deeply and he really looked innocent. I sat on the bed and I left the room.

We were sitting on our dinning table when father laid his cutlery on the table. “Beatrice, we know that your aren't happy about the decision we made for you, I mean for not seeing him. We all want the best for you and of course we want you to be happy. Happiness is the most important think and I'm sorry to be hurting you.” he said gentle and he meant it. “ I-Excuse me”, I said leaving the table. I thought I was strong enough to speak, but my tears was in my way. I didn't want to break in front of them. What mad it even worse for not speaking, was that I remembered what Peter said yesterday about his life.

The following night I sneaked into Peter's room to decide how or what do with our life. We had one choice, I knew that Tom would do anything to stop me and Peter to be together. We decided to leave the next day the sun comes up. He wrapped his arm around me. “ Are you sure about this” he asked kissing my neck. “Yes, yes I am” I said surely. “ Then would you marry me” he said pulling out a ring from nowhere and I just stood there without knowing what to do and for the first time I was speechless. The tears just flowed down my cheeks as I threw myself on him. “ Yes, yes I do, Peter, I do” I said, I couldn't imagine that I was engaged to a man that I always wanted in my life.

I was at the place were we were suppose to meet, but he wasn't there. I turned around to see if he was nearby and saw Tom pushing a man into a horse carriage. Then the man turned back and I saw Peter's face, when he saw me, he became numb. The horse carriage began to move fast and faster. “Peter, Peter”, I yelled crying and running after it. I knew where Tom was taking him, because the horse carriage was the same carriage that took people who were criminals to their death sentence.

I didn't have any choice than to run back to the house. “help, Help” I yelled hopelessly. Father came running down stairs to meet me.” what happened Bea?” he asked worried. “ you need to stop Tom” I yelled with tears flowing down on my cheeks. “stop what exactly?”. I explained everything to him. “Beatrice, I'm afraid we are late for saving him, as soon as to bells ring its over for him.” “ I won't accept that” I said bursting into tears. Suddenly I heard the bells ring and I fell on my knees, knowing that I will never feel the happiness that I did with my Peter.

As the days and weeks past, I realized I was pregnant with the child of Peter. Standing on the balcony and felt my babe's first kick, I knew that I would call it “Fennel” that meant “Strength”, strength that kept me fighting even tho I had lost my faith in life.