It was night time and Thomas had work to tend to tomorrow so he had to go to bed. I still felt so full of fear and fluster. The only person who knew I was a slave, other than myself, was Lafayette. So, I had made a desicion... I was going to tell him. I had to! I didn't want to suffer all alone. Maybe Lafayette can do something? I don't know...
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I walked into the living room ,where Laf was, and sat near him. We shared a glance then he spoke, "Madame, how are you? Is something... How you say... Bad? " . I smile a little at his grammar "it's 'wrong' Laf.. And well, yes, something is wrong.. "
His features changed from questioning to concerned. "What is the matter Mon Cheri? " I blushed at his french but got back to the topic at hand. "Well... James... He... He raped me." Once I got the scentence out I heard him gasp. I heard him muttering french and James's name. I couldn't bare looking at him. I hid my face in sadness, not wanting him to see me in such a deranged messy state.
(To be continued soon~~)
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Lost In France! LafayettexReaderxJefferson
Fanfictionquote, "Back off Jefferson!, the madame talked to moi first!"-Lafayette ? warning: there will be smut
