Life of The Maternal Paladin

Part 1 The Craftsmanship Of Yellow

3rd Person

Moments Before The New Year

What was meant to be the happiest time of her life, became a moment of stress and nightmare. It wasn't the act of course, for Amelia was fighting with all her might as she had done in the hours previous, crying out and ensuring that the baby she carries is safely birthed into the world. What became the harbour of her stress were things she cared not for, even in the coming months that had lead her to this point.

Her eyes were fixated upon shame, not of herself but of the one she loves and still loves with all her might. A young man who's father gifted him a name she was disgusted with and yet, through the history of a childish act does she still call him by the name she had given him, Treasure. The name was truly literal, Treasure was her gift in life much as he would say the same for her, but Amelia could not shake the expression he held.

A day after love-making, one would surely be anxious even after the initial act and the Virtue of loving Lust had died down but that wasn't the case. Even now she can still see the shame and indeed, it was for what he had done but Amelia was no fool. Treasure wasn't ashamed for having sex with her, they loved one another, a great darkness loomed over him and nothing she said would shake it.

So much so that now, she calls out for his name as she hears the taunts of students she never spoke to and people she never much cared for in her tenure at High-School. "You're a freak! Being pregnant is one thing, but keeping a brat you were forced to conceive?!" Amelia's heart raced as she heard those words, anger taking over her soul as if she needed anger to battle at the darkness she saw shrouding Treasure.

It wasn't a fight she could focus on, for the gentle touch of a hand she's practically crushing kept her on the right path as doctors and nurses ensured that both mother and child were OK, all the while as Amelia's thoughts continued to plague her. "Come on Amelia, just admit you were raped. We understand that it's difficult, but to constantly say that, that bastard didn't? Do you have no fucking shame!"

Amelia could almost see the police before her vision, the most hilarious part she found was that no police came and if they had, she'd have told them to fuck off. Though, that'd be in her current frame of mind, for even now she cannot shake the fact that even her teachers were against her. "Listen..." One of her teachers said, it didn't matter who, nor did it matter the detail of their persona. For at the end of the day, each and everyone of them were the same. "I've told the people in class to leave you alone but, you have to admit, they have a point to a certain extent. Treasure isn't coming back Amelia and now, even if down the line you say something, the evidence will have vanquished and your baby won't be evidence."

"Evidence! Evidence!" Amelia scorned to herself, seeing the shadowy formations of those in her school, teachers and students alike, surrounding her as if in order to try and make her feel differently to the truth. "What do any of you know, huh?!" Amelia cried out as she took a step forward in her mind, clenching a fist as her teeth scrapped upon one another in rage. "I said nothing, who even told you?! I don't even understand who could've told you and why Treasure felt the same way! He did not rape me!" Amelia growled, picking up a vortex in her soul with the hopes of pushing the shadows away. "What's even more frighting, is that you cattle believed whoever told you as if they flicked a switch! Do you cunts have no individuality?! I WAS NOT RAPED!"

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" A voice called out, Amelia rage relaxing itself upon the gentle waves that this voice brought. Pulling her back into reality and yet, at the same time, envisioning her school with a crowd of supposedly concerned people, flinching. "The lot of you, coming here like vultures as if you care. None of you even knew about Amelia nor even Treasure, and even if you had, it's not as if you're concerned!" Her voice carried weight, relaxing Amelia a thousand times over, even if Treasure would do the act with the power of infinity. "All you lot care about is drama and with that drama, a means to look virtuous. Well let me tell you, you're not, each and everyone of you are the vision of a future I'm terrified of. You'll believe some random stranger saying she was abused but when she tells you, it's as if you're looking at her as if she's some escaped nut-job!"