Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

Chapter 4: Amnesia

Genevieve cried into Avalon's lap, gripping onto her friends apron. "H-How could I be so.. Foolish?" She hiccuped quietly before burying her face into her friends lap once more. "As much as it pains me to say this Genevieve, but I told you so. He is nothing but a boy with no emotions. No care for anyone but himself."

"Oh Avalon you are right. I was blinded by his charismatic ways, and his handsomeness. Yet he showed so much love, so much passion. His eyes showed he loved me only. I am a fool! A fool so in love that it doesn't matter the daggers that are being stabbed into my beating heart."

"Now Genevieve that's enough! Listen to yourself, you sound like those whores he's laid with. One killed herself because of his black heart. I will not sit here and watch my friend meet the same fate." Avalon scolded. She knew the pain Genevieve was facing but never wished to tell her, believing that she would see Avalon as a hypocrite.

"You are right my dear friend. I shall not mourn over William Shakespeare, a tear will not be shed because of him. My head will be held high as I walk through the streets of Stratford." Genevieve arose from the floor, she knew her heart would still break but she knew she would have to become stone. "Take an eye for an eye, turn your heart into stone." She mumbled to herself.

William paced around his father's workshop in complete worry, Genevieve's porcelain face struck with heartache and betrayal. How was he supposed to know that Anne would seduce him? Why must have he been so, eager to jump into bed with this older woman? It wasn't his fault entirely! He heard the bell ring at the door to see Genevieve, yet her face and attitude were different.

"Oh Genevieve, I'm so-"

"Hold your tongue Shakespeare." She hissed, "I came for another pair of gloves, not for your excuses as to why you laid with Miss Hathaway. I do not want a man who can't seem to mature and whore around like a chicken with his head cut off." Her voice was stern, she wondered if he knew she was dying inside.

William's eyes widened in shock, his heart shattered. He felt his throat burn and tears began to well up in his eyes, he parted his lips only to close them back again since he was unable to find the words.

"Good day Mr. Shakespeare." She said turning her back to him, making her way towards the door. She wanted to turn around and slap him, going that it would make things so much better, but she knew it wouldn't. She inhaled slowly as she stepped out of his father's shop.