The Revolution that Brought us Together

Chapter 6

That was the end of the discussion. I ran up the stairs into my room shut my door and locked it. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I heard my mother screaming, my father yelling. The soldiers were up the stairs, and in front of my bedroom door. These men were strong, they kicked my door down and grabbed me. They put me over one of the soldier's shoulders. I began to kick and scream.

They took me down the stairs. They stopped right in front of the fireplace, and one of the men said, "Do you want to give us the gun or not?"

"Give it to them Jonathan, give it to them!" my mother cried.

"I don't have it," my father said. "I gave it to Mirtich before he left. They are gonna have to take the kid."

"Jonathan, please say--"

"Yes, it's true Sarah!" my father said infuriated. "Can we talk to the kid for a moment?"

"We can arrange that," said the soldier who was holding me. The soldier put me down, and he and his partner stepped outside.

"You've got two minutes."

"Stephan, I want you to know something. You have a brother named Mirtich. He is a Patriot who has been fighting in war for over four years, he has also been going to school for several years. We have never brought this to your attention because we are Loyalists, he brings our family shame. We have never talked to you about this because he wrote a letter saying to never tell you about him because he doesn't want you to know about what we think of him. He was a great kid, he always listened, he always worked hard at his studies, but never could we tell you about him. He was disloyal. The choices he made, the wrongs he has done to his King, were all things we don't want you to be. Make the right choices Stephen, don't follow your brothers footsteps. He sent me and your mother something that we both share. I think now it's time you start carrying it around."

I looked at my father, and just lay my head on him. My mother also gave me a hug. My father took a silver plated medallion out of his trouser pocket with the word fight on it. He told me, "If you ever want to find your brother this will be on the right arm of his uniform."

He handed it to me, and I put it in my trouser pocket, to make sure it was safe and secure. I smiled at him, and my mother started to sob.

The soldiers came back in and told my father that time was up, and the soldier picked me up and put me over his shoulder, and they took me from my house.