After much debate on how we should go about our newly discovered interest in killing our past owners to seek revenge, we decided to go after Grace's old owner and then Van and I's and it will stay in that order. I personally didn't have a problem with the whole ordeal. Hopefully, in the process we free their current slaves and we each can sleep a little better knowing that our past tormenters have met their end.
Our first target is a large white man who owns a brothel in the state of North Carolina, which was where the jet was taking us. He goes by the notorious name of Snake and it suits him because the recent picture that I seen of him makes his skin look like a snake shed its old coat and used it for his face. His real name is George Emerson and he is loaded with money. I sighed at the thought of how many men will go down during the process.
I looked away from the cloud filled window to see Van sleeping peacefully in my lap and Grace sleeping against my shoulder. If it weren't for the chilly air in the confined space, I would have asked both to remove themselves from me. Although I may be in love with Van, I'm not in love with affection or the need to touch someone for long periods of time.
Grace started to stir in her sleep which caused Van to move around and mumble a few words. In order to keep the quiet in the air, I ran my hands through both of the dark locks as if I were petting two animals at once. They both seemed to settle down and went back to their slumber.
I tried to focus on the music playing in my earphones that Grace had taught me how to use. She had introduced me to some modern bands like Twenty One Pilots, Panic! At the Disco, Arctic Monkeys, My Chemical Romance, and more urban like sounds. My eyes shifted to the rhythmic breathing of Van and Grace's bodies.
My thoughts started to wander into dark places like they normally did, but I was thinking of what Grace had went through. Like if Grace had experienced just as much as Van and I did. I also hate how I never noticed the marks on her back. I had seen some on her arms but I thought those were just by accidents or clumsiness; most likely the latter knowing Grace. The name has never fit her. I flinched when I felt a poke to my cheek and removed my ear phones from my ears to look down at a curious Van.
"Whatchu thinking about, babe?" She asked groggily while wiping the sleep from her eyes and yawning. I smiled at her same old habits of waking up and grinning at me immediately after.
"I was thinking of Grace." I said with my hands running through her hair. She grabbed onto my moving hand and kissed my palm then put it back for me to continue. I resumed and she started to frown.
"Should I be worried? I'm literally right here and you're thinking of another girl." Van accused and I smirked at her and her jealousy that I have always loved.
"Yeah, I was thinking of sneaking off with her in your sleep to go mess around." Van slapped my shoulder hard and sat up.
"I was thinking the same thing." Van and I jumped at the sound of Grace waking up and already being aware of her surroundings. Van had her hand over her chest in exaggeration.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack, you bitch." Van and Grace both sat up as they started waking up. I stretched my arms out after being confined and not able to move any where.
"There are other fucking couches in here and you both decided to use me as your pillow. I hate you." Van hugged me and rubbed her hand across my cheek.
"You'll always be my one and only pillow, baby." She teased.
"That's not what I heard when I woke up." Grace mumbled. Van glared at Grace and me which only made me laugh.
"Any way, how much longer will we be on this damn thing?" I asked Grace.
"Mhh. We should be landing in about twenty minutes so not long. I'm hungry though?" Grace moved to feed herself and Van got comfortable on my side again.
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The Slave and Her Owner
RomanceHannah is 17 years old who has lived the life of a slave her entire life. She lives in a world where people can be owned no matter age, gender, looks, or race. When her recent owner has died unexpectedly, she is bought by a woman by the name of Grac...