Mr. Durham had his fiftieth birthday celebration. It was a milestone achievement into old age for someone with so much wealth and over seven children with different mothers. It wasn't anything new. I was—Obviously not very not invited.I knew how those always events planned out, I used to help serve every time there was an event at the Gallagher household. People would arrive extravagantly dressed up and powder faced. Socialize for a bit, more like comparing wealth and achievements. They would then gather around the piano for entertainment. Playing piano pieces composed by Oliver Shaw, Thomas Moore. Most of the time they just repeated the same songs like "Coming through the Rye," "Annie Laurie," "Old Dan Tucker" and "Oh, Susannah."... I had them all memorized by head.After their piano sessions they would eat because what's a party without a big meal. They would socialize and simultaneously find slaves to make a banter about or look for a slave to be angry at. The theme never got old
"Jesus christ! What are you doing here..?! Quickly away from me." These were the sour words I woke up to. "For goodness sake get dressed." He hissed looking away from me. I was hurt... but I was expecting it. The alcohol must have worn off."What happened?" He questioned, then immediately answered himself before I could form an answer. "You most probably took advantage of me. You're shameless!"I didn't mind, he had thrown much worse insults at me before. Insults more lethal than this. I looked at the watch at the corner of the room, it was currently five am. Lady Tracy, Mary and Liam would be back soon. I should forget last night ever happened. When I was about to leave he pulled me against his chest."My wife shouldn't know." He said. "I was very drunk. I most probably said things, I didn't mean. Don't let them get to your head."I only nodded, before he let me go.—It didn't take an hour before they were back. They were all seated having breakfast. Lady Tracy was telling her husba
Lady Tracy asked for my measurements the other day. I honestly did not pay much attention to it. Now, here I was wearing the most beautiful dress, I had ever had in my whole entire existence. It must have cost a lot of money and Lady Tracy did not work for free. I thought she was using me as a mannequin until she told me that it was entirely mine for a date."I did not know I had a date?""Elliot paid me his weeks pay. He said he wanted to do something nice for you. He also asked for a day off on your behalf."No one has ever done anything so nice and considerate for me.The fact that Elliot had sacrificed his week's pay just so I could stand here wearing such a elegant dress.. it baffled me. He loves me, I should love him back. I really want to try and return the love he gives me. I want to get to know him more.. basically I want to give this all a try."You look really pretty." Mary said genuinely, it made me feel actually pretty. I did not feel that way all the time in fact rarely.
"Lock the door.""I'm on my period." I said almost immediately without even thinking."Not everything is about sex.. what do you take me for?" He added. "Lock the door!"I did as I was told.I did not know what to expect. I was afraid this was all just a trick, he was literally playing mind games with me."Come here." He held his hand out for me. At this point I was shaking, I did not know what he expected of me. I was literally astound when I held his hand and he pulled me into a... hug. I was confused, I expected him to give me backhand clap or anything of that sort but he didn't."I missed the way you smell. The way you smile, the way you make feel. I just really missed you.." He whispered in my ear holding me really tightly. I didn't hug him back, I just stood there surprised."Are you drunk?" I asked him, he pulled back and gave me a heartwarming smile."I couldn't be sober enough to stomach you being out there with him.. alone."That just confirmed it."You have to stop drinking
It was like a game, a game that left me petrified with fear and excitement. A game that made my heart want to jump out of my rib cage. I would lie awake at night replaying everything... I really did that? I really had the guts to do such. The worst of it all is, I did not even feel the least bit guilty.-"Mary, Liam wants to walk the dog today." Master William said during breakfast."Liam did not say that." Mary rudely replied."Liam, don't you want to walk the dog to Oliver's house?""Yes yes yes please dad!" Liam replied eagerly. "Rosy could play with Oliver's dog as well.""See.. he said he wants to walk the dog and he certainly can't walk the dog by himself." Master William said giving Mary a dirty glare. You may be asking yourself where Lady Tracy went off to? Well there was an upcoming wedding in London. She was absolutely honored to be called over to see the design that the bride required. Master William had not treated me badly.. not even a little bit at all. Infact, when I w
Ginger.Raw eggs.Pineapples.Cinnamon.That's what I was being forced to eat and drink. My mother had very funny indigenous methods of avoiding pregnancy. I didn't fully trust it, but when my mother's much older friend from the commune started explaining properly, I suddenly had a little bit of hope."Drink raw eggs twice per day.""Add ginger to a pan of boiling water, after five minutes turn off the stove and strain the mixture. Drink two cups of ginger every single day."It didn't end there."Cinnamon also causes miscarriage and abortion. I'd advise you take it later if all fails. If all fails don't worry, I have know other herbs."My heart immediately dropped at the word abortion. I was not and would never be a baby killer. I would never be able to live with myself knowing that I did that. I would honestly rather be shamed for having an affair with a married man on a higher stature than mine... as opposed to killing an innocent child."Pineapples reduce sperm count for males but
Slave weddings weren't anything fancy. Infact William's father was not pleased. He kept yelling at me saying, what's wrong with the slaves from the Gallagher plantation and that I'm shameless for marrying the Cunningham's slave. He was a man with pride and I suppose there was a bit of bad blood between the two families. Most probably because the Cunningham's were somewhat better. They paid their workers and this got slaves from other families/plantations to start talking.From my own knowledge, I knew that slave weddings were often discouraged but slave owners only allowed this because it kept male slaves grounded. If a slave had a family or love interest, they would be less likely to run off. Another reason was Masters wanted the women slaves to bear children. The more children born, then the money the master could make off the family. Many of the children were sold, in most cases never to see their biological parents again. Women who were fertile were often the ones who sold the bes
A married woman.That's what I was now, not on paper though. Slaves weren't ever given any sort of documentation unless they were counting how many we're. Many of us did not even know our birthdays, luckily my mother knew it by heart and reminded me every single year.It was an easy Sunday.I couldn't wear the dress lady Tracy made for me. It was beautiful after I wore it, Master Joshua was furious. He demanded, I go wear proper clothes. I suppose lady Tracy had overdone it. I was glad that I wasn't showing. William told me at sixteen weeks, I would be showing that's why I needed to...— earlier.After Pastor Richardson had finished the Sunday service. He asked that Elliot and I stand up and hold hands. Bible verses were read and we were officially declared married. The slaves weren't allowed to cheer or do anything. Most Masters left but except the Gallagher's and Cunningham's. Apparently to the rest of the elites, this was not important. It was a joke and a waste of time.I watched