Fever

Beginning to the End. part-2

Emily pov.

May 24, 1793
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Mother had sent me a hefty amount of chores to do this morning. Too much work on my day off, the only day I'm not working like a slave in the bakery.

Your daughter or not I shouldn't be doing this much, walking this much, and working this much. Cut me some slack.

To be born with legs and hands and just sit there and order people around like their a dog on a leash is just pure laziness, but I get it if they don't have hands or legs but I am a hundred percent sure my mother has legs and hands that work.

To be the only child is just the worst.

The market was like an orchestra as it sang its melody, but this type of orchestra was sang by the sound of children, adults and moving objects that could make one go deaf.

The basket in my left hand has been weighing me down as I add more food in it, going around in circles in the market. The weight of the basket wasn't the only thing that was enough for me to throw it across the street but the the fact it kept on getting caught in my dress.

I had to stop in the middle of the road to get it out of my dress just like right now.

I was just too distracted to notice the people telling me to get out of the way or the wagon that was about to roll me over like a piece of dough. All I cared about was getting the basket out of my dress.

A hand wrapped around my waist dragging me and my to the other side of the street. A gasp came out of my mouth as the sound traveled in city square.

Sam had his mighty,big, strong arms around my waist. I took capture of his silver orbs that stares right at me.

Maybe this was the right time to confess my feelings for him while we're In such a romantic position.

"You could have died back there if wasn't for me!" As his deep voice hit like a wave. " What where you thinking, what are a two years old who needs too be watched every moment." He scolds, as I catch glimpse of the wagon that could have possibly killed me, not only that but a glimpse of a very pretty girl right beside him giving me a death stare.

"Um l ..I was dis-tract-ed it was all... all happening so.. fast " I only talked like the around him. Layla would be so happy about this.

Suddenly the pretty girl besides him grabs his open arm looking at me like we where enemies.

"Hey we're going to be late for our date you know the food at picnic is going to go cold." A frown formed on my face.

She looked at me like she won some prize, but little did she know that she wasn't the first girl he had taken on a a date and she wasn't going to be the last.

I was going to make sure i was the last.

He gave her a a grin pushing me to the side like some rotten vegetable a farmer would throw out from their wagon. And just like that l was no longer gazing in his eyes as he vanished from my line of vision.

This just wasn't my day.
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I dragged my feet back to my house,my head was up in the clouds in the blues. But I snaped out of my trance when I noticed a guy in the back of an alley way. He looked at me and I looked at him.

"Do y- you have someth-ing to sp-are? Like .... umm.. a a jacket, or gloves, it's very c-cold" the middle-aged man cried out to me.

'Jacket, gloves? It was summer. Who would need a jacket in this season?' I thought to myself.

As I walked closer to the man the smell of the alley hit me like a thousand waves. I could now see the stranger clearly now. He had brown messy long hair that reached his shoulders, he had blood shot eyes, and and weird purple and red spots around his face and arms. He was very pale and slim.

I reached out to touch his four head.

As I did that he chuffed on me.

He was very hot as his four head burns my hand.

Now I see why he wanted a jacket.

"Are you sick or something? Have very high temperature. Are you hungry too I just went to the market." " l'm really sorry that I don't have a jacket for you but food might help" I told him.

He have a weak smile. "Yes anything would be fine my dear" he said In a very low voice.

He chuffed again but this time in his palms.

Reaching in my basket giving him four slices of bread. Mother wouldn't care, I worked at the bakery I brought bread every day back home.

As I gave him the slices I swear our hands touched.

He gave me a weak smile, before I went to my next destination, home.

I was happy that l had helped someone in need today, it made me feel like I had won a million coins.

Today I went home proud of myself.

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Sorry for late update again*