Resistance

Sorry that its so long guys but here is the first chapter.

 

Dedicated to all of my great Friends.

Thank you so much for all of the laughs, the banter, the great photo opportunities and all of the other really fun times that I have shared with you guys and girls. You have helped me and cheered me up when I was down and have given me ideas and encouragement. This book is down to you, without you this story wouldn’t exist. Thank you especially to the best friend that I have ever had, Miss Faye Lane, you little beauty you and Mister James Newton you both have always been there for me Thank You. Also thanks to Miss Lysette Hacking who helped me get through some really tough things. You lot are some of the best people I have ever known and the ideas that you have given me for this novella, the tips and the inspiration have all been absolutely bloody spiffing. Hope you enjoy this.

Charlie Huxley xx

 

 Chapter One 

Angelique was terrified. This was her first time on patrol by herself. She was armed with a pistol but still felt unprepared. When she had been out on patrol with Michel, the leader of the French Resistance in that area she had felt excited and as if she was doing her bit for her country. Now she was out on her own and it was very quiet, she did not like to be by herself because she remembered things that she did not want to.

      Angelique had only been 14 when the German Army had invaded her beloved country two years before. Her father had been in the French army he was very brave but he had been killed whilst defending the Maginot line. For the year that followed his death her loving mother had struggled to cope with her grief and raising a young daughter. Then she too had been killed. Sot when a gun misfired during a routine inspection of the house. Angelique had been upstairs but had seen her mother die and it haunted her. Had the German troops known that she was there then she would probably have been shot too, instead they torched the house to destroy the evidence of their mistake. Angelique had escaped the smoke and flames by going down into the cellar and waiting until the house had burnt down. She had sat shaking in that dark, cold space underground. After being in the cellar for two days, too scared to get out for fear the Germans might spot her, she heard scraping above her head, someone was opening the trap door. She hid behind some barrels, light flooded the dark space and two figures jumped through the door, they were not wearing uniforms and they were speaking French not German. Angelique tried to unsuccessfully stifle a sneeze. The two men turned suddenly at the sound of this small noise and spotted her. The younger of the two men was her age and he grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her out of her hiding place. They stared at her then asked her sharply who she was and why she was hiding in a cellar, timidly she explained everything from her father’s death to that day.

The two men who had introduced themselves as Michel Claes and Jean- Paul Laverge helped her out of the cellar and into the open. They took her to the house of Madame Renée Laverge whose husband and eldest son had been killed by the Germans at the same time as Angelique’s father. Renée’s youngest son however was Jean-Paul. Michel and Jean- Paul were part of the resistance in that area and after talking it over with Renée and the rest of the members, they invited Angelique to join them. She was a little scared and she was only a fifteen-year-old girl but she still accepted and it was decided that she would officially join the ranks of the French Resistance when she turned sixteen and until then she would help Madame Laverge.

That year Angelique grew from a timid, sheltered girl into a beautiful French Rose. Being constantly surrounded by men helped her to come out of her shell and she was no longer always afraid. She had been on missions with Michel, who was the leader of the Resistance Fighters and other members of the group, to send to escaped Allied prisoners of war or pilots that had been shot down back to England. They had helped mostly British but there had been some, Canadian, Australian and even some Polish men. They had all gone very well and although she had been a little scared, she had been pleased to be helping her country and was looking forward to doing it again.