The Suffragettes Daughter

Prologue

(A/N ( picture of Raven at 12 up there) hey guys this is my first watt pad story and I'm writing this on an iPhone so I'm sorry for any mistakes there are. I'll update as mich as possible, and if I miss a day to update, which I will try to do every Saturday, then I will update two chapters.Sorry for the long authors note though)

Prologue

I knew something was wrong the minute my father walked in the door. I gave him a curious look, as my younger 3 siblings ran up to him yelling " Daddy! "

I shushed the baby, whom just a few weeks ago we named Jacob, after his godfather and my best friend. My father looked at me worriedly. " Quick, Raven. It's your mum." I immediately knew something was up. I turned to Eliza, then age 9 and said " I should be back soon " then my father and I hurried out the door.

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By the time we got to the town square, a humongous crowd of women were yelling and screaming, holding up signs saying things like vote for women and stuff. My father and I spotted my mother in the crowd, just as a police officer dragged her to the front, where everyone could see her. When he started to hit her with his crow bar, my father ran up and tried to drag him off of her. But the police man, though he had trouble with it eventually hug my father also, multiple times and over the head one so he was unconscious, then started back on my mom. It was such a cruel fight, my mother was already much less strong from not getting training the police man had and slowly swaying because he had hit her in the head as well. I ran up to fight but the police man fought me off with ease even though I am the strongest girl in my school and strongest in general in my grade. I fell to the ground, dizzy and had trouble standing. After what seemed like hours, he finally stopped. A handful of they women came to help carry my mother away, and to aid my after and I in standing. We made the slow walk home, when we got there we got Hattie who was 8 and Eliza to help clear the table so we could help mother. We applied a wet cloth to her forehead, but after a few minutes of a tense silence, my father with unshed tears in his eyes went over. He felt her pulse and put his head against drug her chest, but upon hearing nothing he looked up. His tears now falling slowly, he shook his head. Tears were now falling mercilessly from my eyes and soon sobs wracked my body. I ran up to my cot and just put my head into the thin pillow and cried my heart out.