Different Worlds - A Luke Brooks Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Row 5

I’m not sure whether to do the third person POV all the time or just occasionally, I’m really not sure.

Comment your thoughts please?

~Skylar xx

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Sophia looked on in worry as she stood out the front of the house, staring at the convicts walking in a surprisingly straight line down the stone drive near her house. Father had told her they would only be working the fields around High Manor occasionally, and she wouldn’t be allowed out as they were around. At times like this she was grateful for her father being strict, she probably couldn’t even comprehend what some of these people did to get where they were. But it must be bad, 7 years is a long time for a punishment.

She watched on before she heard many footsteps approaching, her turning around to see a boy with piercing green eyes, rounding the corner with a huge chestnut coloured horse. He caught her gaze and smiled slightly, before walking off towards the governors leading the convicts. She shook her head, her curls bouncing on her shoulders and walked back into the house.

Her mother was there, looking at her daughter impatiently, but before she could say anything, Sophia beat her to it. “How many people exactly work here mother?” She thought for a second, before replying. “Well there’s the cook Lottie, a servant and a coachman, also maybe a few stable boys and that vile butler boy William.” Sophia’s heart twisted as her mother said that. Sure he was clumsy, but he had a good heart, she could tell. “He isn’t all that.” She muttered, Victoria now looking at her intently. “He spilled tea on my dress last night Sophia, do you even want to know how much that cost?”

Before she could answer she saw the familiar blue eyes and dark hair walk down the stairs, their eyes locking slightly, before he looked away, his body tensing at the sight of Mrs Carter. “Don’t you have somewhere to be William?” She spat with venom, William quickly walking off without a word, Sophia, completely disgusted with her mother’s attitude, walking off after him.

(A/N They won’t become a thing okay just friends, don’t worry)

She found it hard to catch up to him, as her long a bulky dress wouldn’t allow her as much room to move. It was even harder as his legs were long, and the strides he was taking would double her dreadful attempt of walking. “William!” She shouted, him abruptly stopping, and spinning around to face her. “Yes Miss Carter?” She almost felt her blood boil. She hated being so formal. “Call me Sophia, or would you rather I call you Master Pierce?” In an attempt of what Sophia thought was a joke, he laughed half heartedly, relief washing though her body.

“I’m sorry about my mother; she’s still very stressed about this whole moving thing.” He just shrugged. “It’s fine, I’m used to households not liking me, this is my fourth house in four years. People just don’t seem to like me much.” Sophia couldn’t help but wonder how old William actually was, and also why someone could possibly not like him. “And could I ask why that is?” It was if she had insulted his grandmother with awful words, as his whole body tensed remarkably, his eyes going from a sweet blue to a stormy dark sea. “There are multiple reasons but you are not welcome to hear any as it is none of your business Miss Carter!” The words were spoken so fast with so much bitterness Sophia couldn’t really comprehend what he had said at first.

But before she could reply, he was gone, leaving her shocked standing in the middle of the hall.

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Luke stood in front of the officers silently, not daring to speak as he had seen what had happened to the last boy who did. He shivered inwardly at the thought, and quickly began listening again. “-The men in row 4 will work off down at the factory, while the men in row 5 will work around High Manor as builders and carpenters.” Luke quickly glanced around him and counted what row he was in, as he did somehow have the privilege to at least go to school for a couple of years, and saw that he was in row 5.

Building, Luke thought, I haven’t stacked a brick in my whole entire life! He was snapped out of his thoughts by a young boy next to him, who looked only 15, maybe even 14 for all he knew. “Excuse me sir?” He asked politely, his grey eyes wide with fear. “Yes?” “I’m not meant to be here.” Luke smiled sadly, before kneeling down next to the boy, who was surprisingly short for his age. “I think we all feel that way...” He trailed off, hoping for the boy’s name. “Nathaniel.” He answered, and then began talking again. “And I do not feel that way I know that way, I haven’t done anything wrong to be here.”

Luke’s eyes widened in confusion, ignoring the people trying to move around him. “I don’t have a clue what you mean.” Nathaniel groaned in frustration. “No, you don’t understand, I was put on that ship by mistake! I was with my mother at the docks and lost her, and one of the guards scooped me up, obviously thinking I was a crook, and pushed me onto a ship.” Luke’s felt his heart in his throat. “Well didn’t you tell anyone?” He saw tears glazing over the younger boys eyes. “I tried but they didn’t listen, please you have to help-“Luke didn’t hear the rest as he was pulled away from the boy, who was left standing in the middle of nowhere, looking as lost as ever.

“Get off me!” He shouted, spinning around to see a guard towering over him, his face stern looking, with what looked like stress wrinkles making his face look even older than he probably was. “Name?” Luke felt his temper rising, as he turned to see the boy gone, whisked away in the crowd like he was. “Name?” The guard repeated, anger lacing his voice. “Brooks.” Luke replied unwillingly, unsure if he should have told him his name. He made a sound of hesitation, before walking away, muttering what sounded like, ‘I’ll keep an eye on you Brooks.’

Luke then walked off the follow the path the other convicts took, his now stained white shirt loose-fitting on his torso as the journey over didn’t do him well. He, unlike all the others, wasn’t fed well. All the food he was given was either taken away from him from others, or wasn’t given to him at all, as the officers didn’t think he needed as much, as he was younger, and just purely didn’t need it. Luke could handle beatings and altercations, but he couldn’t handle starvation, it was one of his least favourite things in the world.

Apart from crossing busy roads, he simply couldn’t stand that.

A large cream building came into view, making Luke’s jaw drop slightly, but he continued walking as if he didn’t see it at all. He finally made his way to where he would be working for god knows when, and was as underwhelmed as the rest of the men were. There was nothing there, absolutely nothing, just a bare field. “This is where your first assignment is. Build a stable, easy.” The guard said, hushed whispers filling the group of 30 men or so. “But there already is one.”  Someone protested, the harsh guard just laughed. “And your point is? Can there not be room for more?”

The men were then lead to where all the equipment was, timber, nails, bricks and other necessary items for making a stable there for use. Luke didn’t know where to begin, so just stood to the side, a familiar face flashing in the crowd by him. The older man who helped him in the ship, Luke remembered, and hastily walked over to the group, him feeling like an endless amount of eyes were burning into his skin.

The man looked like he remembered Luke, as his brown eyes widened, a warm smile spreading on his face. “Would you excuse me for a moment?” He said politely, before leading me over to where I was standing before. “What was your name again kid?” As much as Luke wanted to stay around him back in the ship, he didn’t, he just stayed alone in the corner, minding his own business while silently starving. “Luke  Brooks.” The older man smiled. “Edward Williams.”

After some small conversation , Luke was asked the question he was regretting. “Do you have any family I should know of, brothers or sisters maybe?” Luke stayed quiet for a second, contemplating whether he should tell him or not. He wasn’t exactly a stranger, but he wasn’t a friend either. “I have a mother,” He begun. “But she is terribly ill, and I fear that when I do eventually get home she would have already passed.” Edward looked at him with remorse, as Luke kept on talking.

“I don’t remember my father, as he left while I was young. And as for my siblings…” He trailed off, about to dive into one of his best kept secrets, before they were shouted at by a guard, Luke silently thanking bad timing for once in his life.

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Now at the start of this I made the owners of the house husband and wife, I now changed it to they are fiances becuase I just read it back and relaized how much of a dick weed I was.

~Skylar xx