A/N: It was my birthday yesterday and I couldn't stop crying after I wrote this.
29.6.2018
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Betty looked at all her children, they were sleeping soundly and faint snores were heard from each one of them. She smiled as she tucked her eldest daughter's hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. Fran-Elle mumbled in her sleep and Betty left the room. Closing the door quietly behind her.
"Bethany. We received a letter from South Carolina." Ethel said from behind her. Betty turned around and was face to face with Ethel.
"Is it his parents. If so I'll just read that tomorrow. I'll tell John that his parents wrote to us-"
"Its not his parents."
"Is it John then?"
"Best to read it." Ethel mumbled and Betty nodded. Taking the letter from Ethel's hands.
"You can go to bed now Ethel."
"Of course Bethany." Ethel nodded and left to go to her room.
Betty looked at the letter with curiosity gleaming through her eyes. She went down stairs glancing at the letter from time to time before approaching the couch and sitting down. Her hand trailing over the page, her eyes stared at the top of the page. She then began to read the letter.
Tuesday the twenty seventh, Liutenant Colonel John Laurens was killed in a gunfight against British troops in South Carolina-
"No."
These troops have not yet received word from Yorktown that the war was over. He will be hurried here in South Carolina, until you can send for his remains.
As you may know, Liutenant Colonel Laurens was engaged in recruiting three thousand men, for the first all black military regiment. The surviving members of this regiment have been returned to their masters.
Betty crumpled the letter and crushed it with her hands, she threw the letter onto the floor, and she began rushing towards the front door. Swinging it open and slamming it shut as she stormed out, tears blurring her vision.
She stomped towards a certain place, she rushed up towards the hill with the tree from where they had their first date. Wind agressivly blowing through her face, making her hair fly around. The night was as quiet as ever, the wind stopped for a moment. She looked up to the stars and more and more tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
"YOU GODDAMN REDCOATED BASTARDS!" She screamed to the sky and cried. Falling onto the ground clutching her heart.
She screamed as she cried, she cried so loud, the neigbors could even hear her.
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"Ten shots of whiskey." Betty mumbled to the man. Her head drooping down low, her eyes red and puffy. A man sat down next to her, Betty didn't even look up at him to see who he was, he was sobbing along as well.
"Herc?" She croaked, with her voice all raspy.
"Hey Bet." He mumbled. "A mug of beer."
The bartender handed them both their drinks and Betty started chugging down her drinks one by one. She hicupped and glanced at Hercules, he had the letter in his hand.
They sat in silence. Betty not even finishing the remaining six shots of whiskey.
But why did he have to go back?
If only I stopped this from happening, he wouldn't be dead, my children would still have a Father.
John didn't deserve to die, it was their fault. Their fault.
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