Country or Love

My love for you

Lillian stood up as she reached for the letter from William. She grabbed it and opened it. Her father looked at her confused, he try to look at the seal on the envelope. Lillian noticed her father trying to look at the letter and got up. "I will be in my room." Lillian said as the maid grabbed the letter. 

She turned, "British! This man is British! An officer!" The maid yelled as she pushed Lillian to the ground. "What?" Her father yelled as he grabbed the letter. "He telling you where troops are...  Lillian you been hiding this?" Her father accused. "Father, he is just a friend! I would never tell anyone, for fear of his safety." Lillian said reaching for the letter. "But we can use this as an advantage in the war..." Her father looked father down the letter. "For my love has grown for you, every mile we march, oh how I wish to see you again..." Her father said turning pale. 

Lillian started to back away. She ran out of the room, General Washington was still here. She ran into him. "Miss Anderson what is wrong?" He said as her father yelled angerly. "No Man like him would ever marry you! I will never allow this!" Her father yelled as tears weld in her eyes. 

Lillian ran out the front door. She didn't care if she was with a chaperone or not. She just ran, William was in her mind. Lillian ran into the church and sank down to the floor. She just cried, the priest came out. "Miss Anderson, what is wrong?" He said kneeling next to her. "My father, is upset with me, because the man I want to marry is a loyalist..." Lillian lied, she felt so bad lying to him but if he found out she would be on her Father's side. "It is okay, there is always a way." He said as his hand hovered over her shoulder. "You may touch me.." She said laughing a bit. 

She stayed there all afternoon, she went back alone. A hand went over her mouth. She only could kick, she try to hit him. She final bit on his hand, and the man, yelled and she ran down the street. She rushed into her house, she noticed her dress was torn. She shook in fear. General Washington and Her Father ran into the entry way. She ran up the stairs and locked the door to her room. "Lillian, Please come out... I just want to talk to you." General Washington said beyond the door. "I know what you are going to say! You are going to take my father's side!" Lillian yelled as she threw off her dress not caring about the tear. He didn't pester her. She reached for the box of letters. 

William laid in bed, he closed his eyes and saw Lillian in a beautiful dress and veil on her head. He watched her walk past her, into the arms of another man. He woke up with a start, he saw a letter on his desk.

My dearest William.

How I long for your presence. I miss the sweet thing you said to me... I beg of you, never to share your location again. My father got his hands on one of the older letters and used it to attack the troops in Boston. For I fear of your safety, Please my Dearest William. Stay safe and healthy.

From Lillian Anderson.

Her father knew, he knew it. He looked at the list of the dead. He threw the letter in the fire. He walked out, the chilly air of 1779. They where losing some tragic spots. It was Christmas Eve, his friends where drinking. He saw Lillian walking down the street, but when she turned around, it was another girl. 

Suddenly a women tapped on his shoulder. Lillian stood there. "William..." She said sweetly. "Lillian you are here!" He said hugging her. The soft snow fell around them. "Kiss me..." She said her eyes full of hunger. He moved his head towards her, he kissed her softly at first then with passion. He shot out of bed this time, the letter fell to the floor. "What is wrong with me?" William said as he looked at his pocket watch.  

Lillian laid in bed sick, her father didn't speak to her about William for bring up any of her letters. They where all sealed. He soon left to fight else where. Now she had to worry about him dying as well as William. She wished she could say she was sorry. She turned and cried, she felt alone. She pulled out the letter and read them again. The post was slow, because of the weather but she knew her letter could get to him. She rubbed the paper between her fingers, she worried if her father would find William and kill him.