Forbidden Love

Chapter Four

Hey! I know what?! Two chapters, in one day!!! Yeah I'm going to try to at least post two chapters a day, if not then...I'm sorry. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter. I'm so happy that you guys are reading this!!! It makes me so happy. Also WARNING sexual content is in this chapter.

Again enjoy!

Song: A hard days night

By: The Beatles

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"Sorry I didn't mean to be late for supper, just let me go and wash my hands," I tell my parents as I enter and go and wash my hands in the kitchen sink. As I sit down at the table both of them give me a look of concern.

"Is everything ok?" I ask after we say grace, my parents then look at one another then back at me.

"Eloise dear, we think youre working too hard, you haven't taken a break in the past few months," Mama says.

"And that much work can't be good to you or your body. Working hard and getting up the next mornin," my Papa adds.

"I'll admit there are some days where my body is sore and I don't want to get out of bed, but we need the money and it will be worth it in the end, and we have a little less than two months left anyways," I tell both of them hoping it would make them unconcerned but that proves opposite when my father slams his fist on the table, anger consuming his face.

"Now hun..." My mom soothes.

"DAMN IT ELOISE, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WORK THIS HARD AT YOUR AGE. YOU SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUT GRADES AND IF YOU'LL MAKE IT INTO A GOOD UNIVERSITY! NOT WORRYING THAT IF YOU DO ONE THING WRONG YOU'LL RECEIVE A LASHING OR BE PLACED BACK IN THE PLANTATION. YOU SHOULDN'T BE WORRYING ABOUT YOUR MAMA'S HEALTH OR MINE, WORRYING THAT YOU WONT BE ABLE TO PROVIDE FOR US. WORRYING THAT WE WONT BE ALIVE BEFORE WERE FREE. YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO GO TO A BOARDING SCHOOL! TO HAVE A CHANCE AT A GOOD EDUCATION. NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT YOUR WORTH, YOUR PLACE! WHERE YOU BELONG IN THIS WORLD. NOT HAVE TO BE TREATED LIKE TRASH, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS. YOU SURE AS HELL SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT YOUR FUTURE AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE SHUNNED ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL SKIN! WHEN WILL YOU REALIZE YOU DESERVE WHAT THOSE WHITE FOLK HAVE?! YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO START FIGHTING THE WORLD AT THE AGE YOU DID, SHOULDN'T HAVE TO FIGHT THE WORLD, NOT YET." He sobs and Mama sobs along with him and soon I find myself joining them.

"I'm sorry Mama, Papa, I thought that I could fight the world by myself and claim victory for all of us, but now I know that without you two by my side it's not possible," I whisper and they hug me.

"It's not your fault Eloise, it never was," Mama says and I sob harder.

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After we finished sobbing, we continued on with dinner and I have to admit I felt as if the weight was off my shoulders, I no longer had to fight this alone and I should've realized that in the first place.

"Mama, Papa thank you," I whisper when we put everything away, after cleaning up.

"You're welcome Eloise," Papa says and they both hug me and I smile, and I'm pretty sure this time, it reached my eyes. 

Soon we say our goodnights and go to bed. After getting into my night clothes I lay down in bed, letting out a content sigh the minute my back hits the mattress. All the days work aches slightly leaving my tense muscles. I look up at the ceiling and let my mind wander. It surprisingly goes to Isaiah. His smile, dark chocolate eyes, how tall and muscular he was, his rich dark beautiful skin, how he complimented me every day, and even though I won't admit it, I do enjoy them along with his humor and company. Isaiah wasn't bad looking, he was handsome to be honest. Most of the females wanted him, I've even seen some white female folk eye him like candy, yet for some reason I've just never seen him that way. The one question I find myself asking is why me? There were way better looking girls than me, so why out of all of them he chooses to give me his attention.