Captured [The Patriot Fanfic] ON HOLD

Chapter 11: Behind Closed Doors

  "Tell me something." He whispered as he held her close in his arms, stroking through her auburn waves. His free hand secured around her willowy physique. William's eyes were no longer hostile as he glanced up at the tawny glow with a deepening, sapphire of sincerity within his eyes; inhaling deeply as he fixed his gaze back to her, encased in the many sheets.

  "Well, what do you want to know?" Blythe adjusted, allowing the tip of her nose to rest against his smoothly, shaven cheek as she met with his perpetual stare. Never did she think she would be within the arms of the Butcher. But yet, here she was laying in the arms of William Tavington out of all people, for once not fancied up in his ruthless uniform.

  "Just... you." He chortled slightly.

Blythe collected herself, knowing she would have to reword her entire life story.  "I was born in the Virginia Colony. My father died when I was small." She closed her eyes not wanting to picture that very day. "My mother was a nurse. Some events I don't want to even remember." She bowed her head, frazzled. Not wanting to remember her perverted and arrogant boss, or how her Dad passed when she was only seven in a car wreckage, succumbing to his mortal injuries. Nor did she even want to remember the many nights her mother had to leave her by herself due to the nightshift that wore her out to her bones. The memories remained unbearable.

  "It is all long gone now." She drew in a deep inhalation. "I had to move on."  Her ear rested upon the thin cotton sheath that covered his skin. Yet she took in each pulsation of his beating heart, rhythmically flowing through her as if it were a soft melody on a starless night. She couldn't help but exhale a sigh of sudden euphoria.

  "I am very sorry Blythe. I truly am." He daintily sussurated his condolences with a delicate peck atop the parting of her hair. Her eyes softly closed as he did so.

 "Your turn." She added airily, feeling her fingers intertwine with a lock of his hair that draped over his shoulder.

 William sighed momentarily before carrying on. "My mother died when I was small due to illness, I was so young to even know why. After that, and for many years onward..." He paused for a moment as he pulled her closer. "My father-" His lips curled with a bitter resentment. but sure enough he continued. "I discovered he had squandered everything he had over liquor and women, including the inheritance my mother had left for me. My own blood, I can never spare him any pity for what he had done." He blinked back the tears that formed within his eyes.

  "William-" She could feel her eyes water.

  "No Blythe, you must know what made me this merciless monster." He took her hand in his. "I had encountered many women, each had wanted something out of me. Like a fool, I had allowed them to take advantage of me. I do not think I could ever forgive myself for even allowing myself to do such." His lips curved inward. "That very day I laid eyes on you, there was something about you. I felt I had to capture you to discover that very purpose."

Blythe could feel her eyes widen yet her arms remained around him.

"You had unveiled my eyes after so long. I had forgotten how to even love another."

Blythe could feel her tears that she tried so best to hide surface down her cheeks. It was her words that had affected him so deeply; resonating in his very words. She raised her head to face him.

 "I won't ever cause you anymore pain." She solemnly promised, her tresses fell over his shoulders. "I won't." Blythe could feel her voice breaking upon his softer approach, her hand gently laid atop his cheek, now knowing he was never so cruel before this pivotal start. "Not anymore."

 William could only cradle her face affectionately before caressing her lips with his once more. Blythe could no longer portray him as the heartless villain in a fancy red and green coat. All she could see within him was just another ordinary man, on an anguished search. Craving the love and compassion in which he had lacked for so long. He was severely pained with so much sorrow. Despite his atrocities, she had forgiven him within her heart. Behind the savage uniform and the feathered black helmet lied just another man on the earth who was awaiting their turn for that very void to be filled; to love and be loved, like everybody else. He wasn't a monster, nor was he a butcher, he had only lost himself in the many wrongs that had impacted his very life. His desperate plea, was now fufilled.