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Two

Phillip woke up by the numerous people pounding angrily on the door. They had found them, and they intended on breaking them apart. Anne woke up shortly after, putting on a robe and looking out the balcony. There were protesters left and right cursing at them, spitting on their lawn, with people from the press taking pictures at all this greedily. Phillip put his shirt back on, infuriated by them.

He swung the front door open, accompanied by cameras and angry protesters. He covered his face from the blinding lights and bombarding questions. "Leave us alone! I'll call the cops!"

"Have you no shame?" A man said in a gruff voice, Phillip could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned in. "You are a disgrace! You and–he pointed a trembling finger at Anne, whose bottom lip was quivering–her!"

"How dare you?" Phillip said threateningly. "This is treason, walking up on someone else's property without permission and shouting insults."

The police arrived within five minutes, they brought the people out, batting some of them before rushing them into the automobiles and handcuffing them. A tall broad woman with sun-kissed skin walked up to them with nothing but pity on her face. "I'm deeply sorry for this intrusion," She began, her hands on her hips. "I highly suggest you hire guards or gate your household."

Phillip nodded tightly. How could he be so stupid? How could he not of thought about this? He should've disguised himself more. He turned to look at Anne, who was sitting on the porch with her eyes closed. They had chosen this life. He bid farewell to the officer before running to accompany his wife.

"I'm so sorry." Phillip choked back tears of guilt as he wrapped an arm around her. "I should've known this would happen. I could've done something–"

"Hey," Anne said softly, patting his cheek. "I promised to stand beside you, remember? We can fix this. They'll eventually get tired of it."

"I'd like to believe that Anne, I really do," Phillip said, holding her against him as the sun began to rise. "I'm installing gates, and guards, and–"

"That all sounds great." Anne chuckled, looking up at the egg stains on the house. But right now, how about we repaint this house? Make it our own. I mean, the show doesn't start until later at night."

Phillip smiled. "That sounds like a plan."

***

By the time they were finished, it was already noon. The house was a beautiful brown color, and the windows had small designs on them. Anne planted her own garden in the backyard, laudrying the bedsheets before laying in them. Anne dressed up in her purple trapeze uniform and pink wig. Phillip put on his conductor outfit with his hair slicked back. He looked at the automobile with pride, but also fear. They'll no doubt spot them with so many open spots on it. Nonetheless, he heaved Anne up and started the vehicle.

Phillip parked the automobile behind the circus, hiding it away just in case the protestors decide to break it. Barnum unzipped the tent, patting Phillip on the back solemnly. The word was out, the press published it. Everyone knew now.

"Who told them?" Phillip asked, his eyes hollow and his arms trembling. "How could someone possibly know? We just moved in yesterday!"

"We made sure to keep that manor between us," Barnum said testily. "All the oddities besides Lettie and W.D know the address."

Barnum handed Phillip the newspaper, which he read reluctantly.

Daily News

Surprise DISASTER?

Phillip Carlyle and former wife Anne Carlyle have finally eloped! The crowd rejoices, or do they? A group of protestors was caught throwing eggs on their front lawn, throwing curse words and remarks. What a great way to come home from a honeymoon, eh? How long do you think these two lovers with last? Will the ring on Miss Carlyle last long? We'll have to wait and see...

Phillip crumbled the newspaper and threw it in the trash. He does not care. He will not care. Nothing can tear them apart. No human on earth can change their love. He has to do something about this, he has to make the crowd understand what it means to love someone no matter the situation.

Anne sat on the bleachers glumly with W.D. She just didn't understand how so many people could hate their relationship so much. Have they no mercy? Have they no shame?

"When life gives you lemons," W.D began. "You make lemonade. Right? You can't let this destroy you two...again."

"I know," Anne began, playing with her fingers. "I know. We'll get through this. I just know it. But...doesn't it get tiring? Letting the people do this to you, always having society turned against you?"

"Stop that," W.D said, turning to look at her. "This is just one of life's lemons. It's up to you and Phillip if you want to make lemonade out of it."

Author's Note: Hi readers! Thank you for reading chapter Two! Will they survive the racist remarks of the townsfolk? How will they make them change their mind? Will they live in pain and suffering forever? Stay tuned for chapter Three, and don't forget to follow me on Wattpad and SHARE this fanfiction! I'm open to fanficiton recommendations as well!

-E.S.M (AuthenticBookworm)