• Still Waiting For It • Reader X Aaron Burr

Chapter 15: A Rough Night

    Ladies and gentlemen... We have hit 2k reads! Yay! Anyway, don't let my awkward celebration dancing keep you from reading! Enjoy this chapter!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    I immediately hugged the man behind me.

    "Mr. Burr, you don't know how much I've missed you.."

    I buried my face in his chest and he stroked my hair.

    I stumbled, still semi-drunk. He caught me and I smiled up at him.

    I giggled, "Smooth.."

    He lightly kissed my forehead, "We need to get you home, love."

I looked up at him. "No, I can't go back! Take me to the Schuyler mansion, please!"

    He seemed a bit surprised by my sudden protest.

    "What's wrong? What happened? Did he put that mark on your eye? I swear to God, I'm going to kill him..."

    "No, Burr! Think rationally!"

    "Forget that! He hurt your eye, (Y/N). He laid his dirty hands on you, nobody does that to  a wonderful lady like yourself and gets away without a dent."

    'Wonderful lady?' Whoa...

    I stepped in front of Burr. "Hold on, Mr. Burr! If you harm him then they'll throw you into prison and you'll lose your rank in the army! This may be selfish but if you get thrown into prison, I'll never see you again."

    We looked at each other for a moment. For just a second, I could picture a life with him. A calm and peaceful life, free from the British and free from worries. An ideal utopian world where every morning we could wake up to a wonderful breakfast. We could have a huge backyard where our children could laugh and play and every evening we could play our grand piano, listening to the melodies echo around the front room. At night, we'd count the stars while the music from the insects filled the air.

    I knew that the wonderful dream wasn't likely to happen but goddammit, I'm willing to wait for it.

I fell into his arms again, unable to control the tears rushing down my face. The secureness I felt when he hugged me was unbelievable. I didn't feel anything but happiness and tranquility. Nowhere were the sad stories of tonight. All that mattered was this one moment.

                             Burr's POV

     She fell asleep as I walked to her old home. I looked at her puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. This girl has gone through some bad shit.

Her dress is slightly tattered from running with grass stains here and there. She's better off with her father and sisters. I swear (Y/N), I'll never let anyone bother you. Not on my watch.

I stood at the gate to her home. The Schuyler Residence was very nice with two stories and a small courtyard in the center. I hoped I could one day own a house with all the glory the Schuyler Manor had.

Their butler, James, let me in. Being a distant man, he simply nodded his hellos. Jade, however, was the complete opposite.

"Mr. Burr!" She winked, "(Y/N) looks quite comfy in your arms."

I chuckled, "She's had a long night. I thought she'd prefer to be home."

"By all means, you can take her to your house, Mr. Burr."

   I felt my cheeks flush slightly, "Of course not! That isn't proper!"

    "Well, it isn't proper sweeping a married woman off of her feet, now is it?"

    Touché, Jade.

    "I... Er.... This is a different situation!"

Jade looked me in the eyes and wiggles her eyebrows a bit. "Define 'different'."

I regained my cool after a moment. "Different meaning that she was forced to marry a man that is probably about twice her age and she needed to escape that abusive monster!"

I gently turned (Y/N)'s head to show Jade her black eye. She gasped.

"Mr. Burr! Her eye... Oh, my goodness."

I nodded somberly. I wish I hadn't let her go. I'm so sorry, (Y/N).

Tears came to Jade's eyes. I know she's practically raised all of the Schuyler children. I cannot imagine the pain she's going through.

"Is everything alright?" Angelica's voice floated down the stairs.

(Y/N), hearing her sister's voice, woke up. "Angie?"

(Y/N) lightly stepped out of my arms and embraced Angelica.

I cleared my throat. "I think this is my cue to leave. Good night, ladies."

(Y/N) turned to face me. Her (E/C) eyes could make any man's heart melt.

"Good night, Aaron."

I smiled and lightly kissed her hand.

"Good night, (Y/N)."

I wished I could have stayed with her longer. Maybe I'll ask her out on a better night. I already have the perfect spot in mind.

I felt a man grab my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin. I whipped around, grabbed his wrist, and got a good look at the bastard's face.

Charle Officier, the bastard himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'll make this quick so you all can go on with your evening/morning/afternoon.
1. Would you be interested in a sequel?
2. Would you be interested in a contest (with prizes) having to do with the possible sequel's cover.

Please note that it will take a while for a sequel to come out, I want to keep a smooth transition. Don't worry, I have a plan.

Love y'all!

~ Em