Silent Screams (The Patriot Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Emily POV

*a day later*

I hear hoof beats approaching and I fade into the shadows, something I've learned to be very good at. I brush off my pants and clutch my musket close to me.

"Emily?" I hear a familiar voice call out. I emerge.

"Yes?" Just as I suspected, it's Benjamin.

"I need your help. Come with me?" I don't even question him, I just grab my musket, secure my knife under my shirt and look up at him. He offers a hand a I hoist myself onto his horse. After riding for a while we end up by a large house. I hear artillery being fired extremely close.

"Stay here," Benjamin commands me.

"Woof." I turn my head surveying my surroundings. Rebels everywhere. All staring at me, because I'm a girl. It's obvious because of the lady parts I have that they do not. I hear murmurs of "What's she doing here?" And "That's a woman, she can't be here!" Frankly there sexism bothers me because I can probably shoot and throw a knife better than any of them, but I keep my mouth shut in a thin line. I guess they haven't figured out some women are just as strong and can do whatever it is they can. I suppose all they think we worry about is getting mud on our petticoats but that's not the case for all of us. In fact the only petticoat I had I rapped dead rabbits in so I could carry them home with out dropping them. However the blood spilling from the creatures ruined the coat so I got a severe beating from my Mama that night, but it was worth it because when I did that, for the first time in my life my father had smiled at me. Not a broad smile, most probably wouldn't have even noticed it as a smile, only a small grimace, but I sure did. It was one of my proudest moments in my life. All that I wanted was my fathers approval but he never gave it to me and now he's not around to deny me the simple request. I can't say I'm overly disappointed about my father dying, he was an evil man, I still have scars all over my body from him and if you look closely when my shirts off you can tell one of my ribs was broken and didn't heal correctly. But despite all of that all that I ever wanted to do in my life was please him, be the favorite of the family, but that was my older sister Danielle, she was perfect. Danielle never even received a beating from our parents, I took those for her. she was my best friend, nobody would dare touch her. Danielle used to tease me about my protectiveness of her too, pat my head and say, "Who needs an attack dog when I have m Ems?". She had thick, long, curly brown hair and the clearest, deepest blue eyes, all of her features were perfect too. Even when she messed up, not that she did much of that, my parents still proclaimed her to be perfect, and she was. I couldn't disagree, I loved my sister more than anything in the world. When she got sick we all kind of just got depressed, Father drank, the beatings got worse and Mama cried, but she was beginning to recover before they killed her anyways. Danielle was the sweetest person ever, she didn't deserve to be set on fire and roasted because she couldn't move. That should've been me. I had commented many more crimes than she had in the sixteen years I had known her. Danielle would've been the only one to miss me, besides maybe my only friend, Anne. I hear a door fly open and Benjamin appears with Gabriel. Well I honestly never thought I'd see him again in less he was in a casket, unfortunately, but apparently that was not the case.