Thread: Father land

Rebekah had come from a well-known Jewish family known for its strict religious views and kind ways. Her father owned a furniture shop, selling quality carved items, and her mother ran a bakery. At twenty-two, she was the second of three children. Her sister, Delilah, was twenty-five and married while her brother was nineteen and helped her father run the business. Even at a young age, she knew she did not want to follow the traditional route of marrying and raising numerous children so she shocked her parents by choosing to attend a university in England. Extremely intelligent, the young woman soared through her studies and upon graduation she became employed as a secretary for the German military. Though she had chosen to study literature and aspired to be a writer, it was a respectable job she could be proud of while her writing career took off. Auto had come easily into her life. He was strong and well-spoken, so unlike the other Jewish boys her mother thought suited her. He was ripe with wisdom and though he was proud of his country, he was not a reckless soldier. Their affair had happened quickly, so full of passion and desire. It was not the type of life she wanted, having a secret relationship with a married man that must remain hidden from her family, but by the time she realized he was wrong for her, her emotions were too far invested in him. She wanted to quit the habit, but not quit the man. The war began before anyone could realize it. Hitler and his army were quickly extinguishing her people, discriminating against a race and religion that was not like his own. Rebekah knew she would have been one of the first to be weeded out and sent to the concentration camps if Auto had not intervened to save her. He risked his life to keep her alive, gathering papers and quickly shipping her off to a cottage hidden in the countryside. She had begged not to go, pleaded with him to save her family instead but one look from him told her it was too late. It wasn't his responsibility to risk his own family to save hers. She wanted to stay with them, but he would not allow it. The cottage kept her cut off from the world except for the likes of him and the neighboring boy who took care of her lawn. She was completely alone and isolated, only given company when he could pry himself from his wife and son. Though he assured her that the war would end soon, she knew the way his pupils dilated when he spoke was the indicating mark that he was lying to her. Night after night, she lived in fear fear of both being caught and of hearing her family had been sent to a concentration camp. She didn't know where they were or if they were still alive, but she prayed they had fled the country already. What broke her heart the most was that her family didn't know of her whereabouts either. To the military, she had run away, thus she had become a fugitive. Auto couldn't correct them he would have ended up on the wrong side of a firing squad. Dusk was settling over the woodlands. Afraid to build a fire, the young woman sat in a rocking chair with blankets covering her petite frame. A cup of hot tea was in her hand, the steam warming her bronzed face. Her mahogany waves were tied back with a simple ribbon, eyes the color of coffee watching the door while a gun lay at her feet. She heard the roar of the car pull into the driveway. Tensing, she reached down for the gun. As he burst through the door, she aimed it at his face but put it down quickly as she recognized the man in the doorway.