The New World

Chapter Thirty-Three

The next chapter is rated R, for fair warning.

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I jerked up, waking up in a still dark room. Right, my room. I could feel my heart racing and my brow covered in a cold sweat. I licked my dry lips and wiped my brow. I slowly eased my breathing, hoping to lower my heart rate during the process. My night terror was still fresh in my mind. I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to shake this one tonight.

I laid back down on my pillow and forced my eyes shut. I pushed my knuckles against my temple, as if to push the memory of my dream out of my mind. I won't cry. I won't cry. I'm not going to cry, but I could feel the tears teasing the brim of my eyelids. I gasped a sob, trying to control the water works.

Every night was a different dream. But it was always about Tecumseh. Always. I gritted my teeth and began to yank my hair as I tried to control a crying fit that begged to come out. Another sob escaped my lips. I desperately tried to get in control. I didn't want the maids to come in here again. They didn't help. They just made it worse.

A louder, more painful sob was cried out. I smacked my hand over my mouth and I began to feel the tears run down my cheeks. I began to cry silently, my hand still holding my mouth.

What did I do to deserve this? I was upset, depressed, but angry. I'm so angry. I wanted to scream, cry, throw things, all the time. I wanted to scare everyone off. I've been here for nearly two weeks. My wedding was approaching fast.

Almost everyday I will have a 'fit'. It could be crying, screaming, throwing things, or all of them at one time. I wished that my family would have had enough and throw me out or just kill me. I prayed to be disowned every time Harold or Mother talked to me, I wished for death when Will would talk or touch me.

Why couldn't things be the way they were when I was with Tecumseh? Simple, relaxed, loving. He made living so easy, bearable. I craved that feeling. I begged for it. Yet, I receive the opposite.

I just wanted to sleep all day. I barely had the energy or effort to respond to a question, let alone hold a conversation. I just needed to feel his touch. Hear his words. See his presence. Then, would I have the desire to continue. But not now. How would I be able to see Tecumseh again?

I had no idea how to get to where the tribe was. I hoped for that he would come and rescue me. Two weeks and no sign of him. What if he did try, but they found him and killed him? What if they really didn't leave him alive when they captured me? What if I could never see him again?!

My stomach became weak of the thought of him dying. My tired eyes became swollen from the tears. I was too lazy to check the time. The moon shown through the window. I had a few more hours to let my eyes rest.

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Tecumseh's POV

It wasn't right. It felt wrong. Our tent was empty. Alice's presence gone. Every time I turn around, I expect to see her there behind me. And once I realize that I am alone, it feels like a stake has been driven through my heart.

It's been two weeks now. I feel terrible for not doing anything to get her back, but I don't know what to do. I told the tribe that she was taken. Sonakshi cried whilst Elsu comforted her. No one said anything about it. They looked sad, but did not question why. This infuriated me.But I have waited too long. I need to know what has happened to my beautiful star.

I was to go to the council today, to speak with the chief. I quickly slipped on my shirt and made my way to the Longhouses. The sun was setting. I needed to state my case. I wanted my Alice back.