Prisoner of Love

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 (April 14th, 1861)

It was now mid-afternoon. I had spent my entire morning weeping endlessly at Siva revealing himself to Paul. I wanted nothing more than to caress the tears off of Paul's face and flick them off into the sunset, as they float away on the wings of my love for him. I heard a knocking at my door. "Who is it?" I questioned.

My father burst through the door with his pet bald eagle, Spanky, perched on his shoulder. "It is I, half of the team that brought you into this world. I am half the reason you were birthed."

I rolled my eyes and threw a rock at Spanky. "HOW DARE YOU" Abraham stammered. "Spanky is four times the man you will ever be." My father burped in disagreement and stormed out of my room.

I heard some gunfire and cannons go off. Maybe I could find Paul and explain to him the situation! I ran on fours downstairs and out into the battlegrounds. "BATTLE OF BIG BETHEL REPRESENTIN" A Union soldier yelled as he ripped his uniform off and wore the Union flag as a skirt.

I army crawled to the Confederate side and found Paul scrunched up by a rock, sniffling and doodling in a journal. I approached him, peering over his shoulder at what he was drawing. It was me as an angelic mermaid being carried in a clam by Ellen Degeneres and Alec Baldwin. I tapped Paul on the shoulder and he jumped, screaming like a girl who had just discovered that Joe Jonas broke up with Taylor Swift over the phone. "You scared the living daylights out of me!" Paul exclaimed as he shimmied around.

"Paul, I am so sorry about what happened yesterday. I've been betrothed to Siva since I was an infant, you really think I could love a chin like that?"

Paul looked sadly off into the distance. "A chin like that could protect you better than I could."

I lifted Paul's chin, his eyes meeting mine. "You're the only man I want protecting me."

"Even more than Dr. Phil?"

I thought about it for a second. That was a tough question to answer, but I finally nodded, "Even more than Dr. Phil."

I planted my lips on his, giving him a soft, chaste kiss.

"Sharkeisha, I need to tell you something." Paul said as he slightly pulled away.

"What is it?" I asked, my heartbeat quickening like a child that just discovered bath salts for the first time.

"Robert E. Lee is my father."

To be continued.