The Butchers Love

Chapter 13

Once the Colonel stormed out of the room I wanted to go after him but he had made his point clear. The dinner was boring, mainly just complains about William and how he should be acting. They made it clear that they know nothing of his past or of his father and mother. After I had finished I walked back to my room and laid on my bed, just thinking about what was going to happen.

Daniel was away doing god knows what, and I know it is wrong of me, but I really have changed my feelings towards him. This morning he didn't even say goodbye he just left me alone.

William was always drinking and coming back to his room drunk. Although he has his duties, he never really let it bother him. He was catching himself in a trap of alcohol and misery. And as much as I wanted to help him, he made it clear he didn't want it. My feelings for him had grown but now they were just a part of me. The crystal-blue colour of his eyes, the feeling of his lips on mine and the way his hands roamed my body when we kissed.

I couldn't help but smile at the thought of that. His dark chestnut hair that was almost always tied back in a cloth. his stupidly cute smile always made my heart flutter. But the problem was that he didn't feel the same.

As the night grew older I finally noticed that sleep would not come to me so I stood up and walked towards the table that resided in the corner of my room. I smiled and took the book off the table, this was a bad idea to start with but if usually sent me to sleep. For a moment I flicked through pages before landing upon a marked page. That's Odd.

'He jests at scars that never felt a wound.It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.
appears in a window above
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off! It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses. I will answer it. I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes. To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that and that I might touch that cheek!'

I ran my fingers over the page before stopping on some writing at the bottom of the page.

Three things cannot remain hidden;
The sun, the moon and the truth.
William, never forget who you truly are.

The writing was different from his, maybe it was his mother's, That would be the most plausible explanation. I looked around the room just to see pitch black, it was definitely past midnight now. Then I heard some rustling outside of my room followed closely by shouting.

"Well what do you expect me to bloody do Captain?!" William's familiar voice shouted.

"Stop drinking for one, your mother would turn in her grave" Borden's calm voice spoke.

"Do not dare talk of my mother, James, in fact don't talk of my family" the Colonel's voice cracked as he spoke "You know what I'm to become"

"You're not going to be like him even if you do eventually settle down and have a family of your own"

"I wouldn't put any woman in that danger, especially her, I'll be dead before this war is over anyway" although it was wrong I quietly put my ear against the door.

"Well with how you drinking it won't be the flash of a sabre that kills you" 

"it would be far better for everyone if I was cold in a grave" I then heard a soft thud "Mable is too good, too pure for me" Williams mumbled voice spoke. That completely broke me, he was a good man.

"So you would rather shut yourself out than talk to the poor lass?"

"You, of all people, knew what my father was like, he beat my mother, What would happen if I was to turn out like him? The danger I would put her in would be too grave" William mumbled and then I heard his door opening "Good night Captain" then he slammed his door shut. With a small sigh the captain walked back down the corridor.

Alright what the fuck just happened...