It's A Slaves' World - Chapter 11

Aidens POV

I sat impatiently in my carriage in front of Treytons home with Fayette. Myrick had been more than insistent that I not be involved in the confrontation, apparently my personal bias would make this difficult. Fayettes humming was the only reason that I was still sitting here at all. Her serenity rubs off on those around her. I stared through the window at the wooden door that kept me from knowing what was happening inside. Please let me not be too late.

Several minutes passed with the door remaining closed and Fayettes humming filling the time that stretched out like an eternity. This should be a simple matter, the paperwork that he stole says that she was mine, I say that she was mine, and I am one hundred percent positive that if they ask Kiara that she will confirm the story. I crossed and uncrossed my ankles a dozen times already trying to keep from fidgeting. I glared from the door back to Fayette. Seeing her so relaxed, leaning back into the seat, her eyes closed, her incessant humming, it`s almost enough to make me shake her. Is she trying to bait me into not listening to Myrick and staying here?

"Sit still Aiden. You can’t help right now" Fayette spoke with her eyes still closed and her face towards the sun. "Patience something you have always lacked." I watched her impassive face as she opened her eyes. "Aiden tell me about this slave." I could not help being taken aback slightly at the question and sudden change from silence.

"Fayette?" What in the world could she be hinting at? "I already told you how she was stolen." I have known her long enough to know that for some reason she isn’t satisfied with the explanation I gave earlier.

"Why this slave? You didn’t request compensation. You didn’t come to the authorities first. What are you not telling me?" Her intense look left little room for argument, she wanted answers.

I could feel every muscle in my face straining not to show a reaction to her words. Why do some people have to be so damn observant? "Fayette what you’re asking me is not something I can answer right now." How can I tell her that this is my childhood love Kiara and that I plan on restoring her to her place at my side. That I love this slave with every bit of my being.

"As long as you plan to tell me eventually." The peculiar smile she was giving me told me what she thought. She thought this slave was my lover of sorts. She thought I had plans to make her more than that perhaps. "I would be more than delighted to meet this girl sometime." A motherly look on her face left little doubt of the sincerity she offered. My mother is spirit, she has always been nothing but kindness itself.

"That I can promise." Fayette seemed satisfied for now and with a gentle pat of her hand, settled back to her half sleeping state. Such an intrepid woman. It’s amazing how Myrick still believes he is in charge of the household.

After only a few seconds a knock at the carriage door startled us both. We both stared at the face of Myrick peeking through the carriage door. "You two look like you’re at a funeral. Cheer up! Treyton has been placed under arrest. You can go pick up your slave." With a gentle click the door opened and Myrick helped Fayette gently out of the carriage. Watching her slender and frail form made me wonder how something so delicate could possibly be so strong and pugnacious.

For a few seconds I watched the couple hand in hand share in the warmth of the sun before joining them. "Where is she?" The joy in the pairs eyes was enough to sooth my worries.

"She is in the bedroom." I rounded on Myrick at these words, fist clenched in panic. "She is alive if that is what you’re worried about." Fayette seemed genuinely shocked by her husband’s callous words, but Myrick seemed honestly oblivious of me ragging behind him.

"Alive isn’t exactly the standards I wanted to be judging this on. You skipped breakfast to make sure she was more than just alive." Fayette stood next to Myrick in astonished disbelief. Releasing Myrick’s hand she took mine, forcing my fingers to open and accept her hand.

"Here Aiden." A slight tug away from Myrick with his confused look. "Here lets go get her." All I could do was stare at the oblivious man standing on the drive as Fayette tugged me towards the house.
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I could hardly breathe. I stood in the doorway to Treyton’s dimly lit room reeking of cheap scented incense which clouded the air. Fayette’s figure kneeled in the center of the room, at the foot of the bed, obscured by the scented fog. Laying on the floor in front of Fayette was Kiara. Her dress from the night before shredded to tatters and stained with her blood.

Fayette’s POV

The gentle sobbing form in front of me on the thick wool rug was heart breaking. Slave or not this is no way for someone to be treated. Whispering kind words and reassurance I managed to get the girl to move her hands away from her face. A very beautiful girl. I gently brushed the hair off her face. Her cheek with its strong cheek bones bruised and her bottom lip which would normally be plump is swollen and split. Her gown, if that’s what you would call this outfit that Treyton had on her, was ripped to pieces and barely covering her battered body. The gaps in the material showed skin that was once a pristine white now swollen and red and in some places fading to purples, blues, and greens of bruises. Reluctant to check, I was unsure if Treyton had had enough time to finish what he had called ‘breaking in’ his new slave.

I tried to lift her chin up so she would acknowledge my presence. "What did he do to you child?" Her glazed eyes looked up at me, looking through me in a vacant stare. "It will be alright now." Treyton should never have been allowed to own slaves, not after what he was caught doing to his pets growing up. At least their suffering ended quickly. This poor girl will live through his perverse amusement and depending on how far he got she will never be the same. "Your owner is here." I watched her eyes droop slightly and I lifted her chin higher trying to keep her focus. "Master Aiden has come for you."

A small smile crept across her lips as she lay there on the floor, she closed her eyes and when I was about to shake her awake in a whisper tone that seemed far away I heard her, "Aiden." Slightly taken aback by her use of his first name, her not using any formality. This is far more than what Aiden is passing it off as, I do love a good secret.

**What happened to all my comments? lol oh well I found the motivation to write for you all anyways. Enjoy and Comment.***

Laura-Beth I am glad we have the same opinion in story telling. I promise you will enjoy what I have planned right now for Kiara. I don't want to give anything away so that's all I will say.