In this chapter, I'll be making point of views: POV, of the characters's thoughts
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Allie's POV:
I don't know how much longer I'll be on the road. It's been days since the last time I'd walked. I feel it was a bad idea inviting Aaron into our little group. It seems like Andrew doubts him, I don't blame him. He was a British soldier, he could be a spy for all we know. I really feel like I want to run in circles until I fall back onto my back.
Andrew's POV:
I don't trust him. I don't like him around Allie or Abby. I really want to stop the carriage, then shoot him until there isn't anything left of him. I know Allie wouldn't want me too, of course we don't know much about this guy. He could be telling the truth, and be a good person. Or, he could be this spy, just waiting for the right time to kill us all. But, I know myself, I would be ahead of the game. His plans and everything. I'd shoot him, before he'd hurt anyone. See what war has done to me? It got me thinking all about death, and know I don't even think I can even talk in a conversation without mentioning war. My parent's revenge has lead to me going nuts, and having doubts.
I wish I could Have the courage to ask Allie if she would court me. Maybe just a while and she doesn't have to, if she doesn't want to. I would be ok, if she was my friend. Something tells me that I'm in love with her. The first time I kissed her by the lake, I felt a spark. Even though, she was upset and scared. That didn't matter, all that mattered was that she was ok. I think she also felt something, not maybe as much as I did, but at least something.
I hope she will understand these feelings I have against her. Soon she will finally make her chose.
Aaron POV:
I don't think they will ever trust me. They give these dirty looks, like I'm going to hurt someone. I know a was a spy and I ran out dispatches to other generals. But, that doesn't mean I don't regret for what I did to my own kind. What, I'm I going to kill other person other than the British, no. I will not kill another Rebel again. General Cornwallis will be so pissed when he finds out what happened to me. My whole fleet of men will be calling my name, while they are dieing on the battlefield. I would be hanged of my crimes and maybe even torched.
On the other hand, I saw Abby while she was napped on the cart. I recognized the face. Was it?........no. It couldn't be. The Wallis' baby! We had killed their family months ago. I regret it myself. Cornwallis had instructed to go to the little house that layed off the route of the province. It was small, handmade structure. I went into the house, where the family was having dinner. After I had introduced myself, the mother ran into the bedroom and locked the door. It was too late before the family could give their shillings. the British officials had walked in. Shot after shot, dead, dead, dead! It was too soon after I had meet the mother, when they killed her. I left not noticing not all family was dead, but only one little child left to starve and die.
I didn't notice, it wasn't my fault! Uh, I'M SO STUPID! Why couldn't I had least stayed to take a scouing trail off behind the house, or maybe scout the house a while! But, no I had to go with the others! At least they found her, She had a warm place to stay and be nourished. While I continued taking innocent lives away from the colonies and towns.
