Loving and Leaving Him

Chapter 10

I walked along a dirt road far away from the house and the city but closer to the city. It had only been my third time going to the city since I was still only twenty two and there was adults who could go instead of me. I honestly thought it would be better if I went since I looked nothing like my sixteen year old self and they still looked like the royal court the rebels know and hate. The journey was about ten hours of just walking which was okay if you had some water, food and you were eager to see your fiancee once again. I looked down at my finger again to study the beautiful gold ring Ryan had given me the day we left. My relationship with my dearest Ryan would be completely gone if we hadn't started writing to each other which we had and I loved every letter he wrote. 

I looked at the sun it was slightly tilted above my head meaning it was a little bit passed midday so that meant I was closing in on the city. Another hour passed, then another then I could see the city walls my heart pounded as my nerves flickered like they always did as I approached the guards. This time it was a young tall gentleman with dusty blonde hair and bright blue eyes he looked familiar then it hit me it was Douglas also known as Ryan's best friend.

"Name and passport!" Douglas barked as he extended his hand. A shock went though me as I handed over my fake identification to one on Ryan's most favourite people lying right though my teeth to him felt wrong.

"Molli Strong? It says here that you were born in 2110 which means you're now thirty three is that true?" Douglas asked as he looked at my ace to my passport. I started to panic as I realized I had accidentally taken Mrs. Chang's passport and not mine.

"Tell me Mrs. Strong why do you look nothing like this picture?" Douglas showed me my passport photo reveling a thin small woman with brown hair and blue eyes along with some face wrinkels and a birth mark on her left cheek bone.

"I-I-I..." I started to stutter nonstop in fear for my life. 

"No need to be nervous people change don't they? Just show me your birth mark and we can clear this whole thing up." he gave me a twisted smile and he knew as well as I did that there was no birthmark, I wasn't Molli Strong and that I would probably die today. 

"Just take me away." I felt no need to lie anymore I knew that I had no way out and that I should just except my fate of being a prisoner or worse a corpse.

"Really no fight okay turn around. Phill take over I have to take this criminal to where she belongs in prison." Douglas attached a pair of handcuffs onto my bare wrists and paraded me around like some animal he had just caught and couldn't wait to show his buddies. His knuckles pressed into my spine and his other hand was pinched around the back of my neck I couldn't wait to be thrown into a cell away from this pain. 

As I came into the courtyard of the place I realized how out of hand things had gotten. The beautiful garden in which Ryan had met and proposed to me at was overgrown and full of dead leaves and weeds. As we walked past the stables all you could smell was the horses and the punjent ouder of moldy wet hay. I looked to my left and saw two men wrapping a large object in some sort of plastic sheet, then I saw the leg it was one of the horses. But the worse was the graveyard which my ancestors were buried at. There was headstones broken and weeds overgrowing them as well. The bench that was crafted my my great grandfather was graffited and cracked in several places it broke my heart. The giant willow tree planted by Maxinos Gillia himself had vines ripped from it and a axe stuck in the middle as well. 

"Where are all the landscapers and farm hands?" I asked Douglas curiously as we walked passed the final part of the graveyard.

"He uses them for his own entertainment now." a shiver went though my spine as I pity the poor souls who had to encounter Tex. I tripped over a piece of rock or at least I thought it was for when I looked at the ground I saw the inscription Clair Gillia I sighed as I walked past my 5th great Grandmother's grave. This was the first time I had ever done that without saying words of respect I felt awful for doing so.