The Suffragettes Daughter

Chapter Two

A/N yo wassup? Idk. Why did I just respond to my own question. Ok then. I'm kinda socially awkward. What
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It felt like pure torture. I thought maybe it would be less violent than last time I went to one (which was four years ago) but not at all. In fact, it seemed to have gotten worse. Flashbacks poured over me like I was under a water fall. But, nonetheless I kept cheering and waving my sign just like the rest, but I was wearing a dress and I had a veil over my face. If word got back to my father than I knew we would probably move to somewhere like Ireland or even Canada. I would probably die if that happened, so I'm keeping safe. From the behind me, I heard screams erupt, some shouting "Police" and some cries of plea to spare them, some even (probably the ones who had been through this before) of "Never Surrender" - all the brave souls. I realized what the commotion was all about and took off running. I didn't make it very far, I was stopped by a young police officer, who came up to me and said "I'm not on a habit of arresting pretty ladies, and I donna want to start now, but you have are a suffragette. But for a kiss, I will make an exception" he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I looked at him in disgust, and said " who do you think I am, a common whore? No. Go to the red tent and find someone there." I said, and just slapped him in the face, as hard as I could. I hoped it would bruise to make him look like a pink water melon. After that, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, to the general store to buy the bread I told my father I was going out to get. I slipped in to grab two loaves, paid and left. I walked home as quickly as I could without looking too suspicious.

I suppose it was no use, because as soon as I walked in, my father said "Raven, why are ya so rosy? It's not that cold, and I expected you to look fine because you walked home slow, that's why you are late getting back." I smiled, I had thought of a bit of a back up plan you could say. " Dad, it was terrifying! There was one of those suffragette riots in town, we all had to run into the nearest building and wait till the police took care of it. It was very exhilarating! Then, I helped Mrs. Johnson- of Johnsons General Store of course- find the bread we like, the cheap pumpernickel German stuff." I said, proud of my ability to lie smoothly, and happy that I was the only one who got the ability to tell when someone's lying or not. It's funny, I got my mothers personality, but like my father I have dark hair and fair skin,. My mother was so beautiful! She hat blonde hair, greeny-blueish eyes and skin that seemed to have a permanent tan to it. But, in the summer, when she worked, her hair got blonder and her skin darker. When I was younger, I thought she was the prettiest women alive.

Hattie and Eliza sort of got a mix of both my parents. They are 11 and twelve years old, both quite pretty for their age, but rather flamboyant. They are always flirting with boys their age, some even up to the age of 14! The boys never seem to mind, of course. I mean, I know I'm pretty but I'm not dazzling, like my siblings!

I worked away at the dishes until Jacob walked in. "Hello!"
He said pleasantly, helping me with the last few dishes. "Would you like to go on a walk with me?" We can pick up the girls from school and Junior from the nanny." I sighed happily, glad to finally be rid of chores and to have an excuse to leave the house. "Of course!" I exclaimed happily.

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We were walking along the streets when I finally noticed his expression. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked, concerned. "Well, not really. There's a lot of pressure in my family for me to work more and marry into money. My mother is pregnant again and we were struggling with money before, now with a new mouth to feed, it'll be even harder to feed any one. I don't know what to do!" He said. He was obviously trying to hold back his tears, but he was my best friend for as long as I remember, I can tell when he's sad. "It'll be alright. We'll figure it out together, eh? Like the good old days when we wanted money for sweets," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "But this time it isn't oranges and candy we need money for. I need help, but I don't know who to ask!" He said vehemently. I gave him an incredulous look. "I'll do it o'course! You dong need to ask. I'll start working and whatever money I get ill give 7/8 to you! I could get a job at the laundry, or I could work at the general store!" I said earnestly. " No you can't do that! I can't accept money from you!" He exclaimed. "And why is that?" I said, not understanding why he won't accept money. "Because, you need it more than I do." I sighed, realizing he was right. Money has been tight in our house, especially with the girls growing so fast needing new dresses every few months. But, no matter what, I will never stop being a suffragette, no matter how scary it is. I enjoy having something to fight for and I'm proud to be a suffragette.