Thread: An Unwanted Union (sispuppet and Bella)

Michael watches his half sister move, following the sway of her dress and not realizing that he was staring until she's bending down to open up the loose floor board. His cheeks become flush with color as he looks away. He takes the old worn Bible from her, quickly moving his hand away as it brushes against hers. She was his sister, he reminded himself. He could be excused for realizing that she was an attractive young woman, but he was noticing things about her that he shouldn't. He listens to her explain how it would be pointless to bring her books, and talking about what he could tell his father. He doubted it would matter to the man. Father Matthew would likely say that he had rights above those of other men, and that he could speak for Farrah. He would give the consent for her. Just thinking about it was making his blood boil. I will bring them anyways. Michael tells the girl. He wanted to help make this situation easier on her any way he could. I will find you a place to hide them in your house. That way you will be free to read whenever father is not there. Michael looks into Farrah's eyes again so that she can see that he's serious. Other men may look away, or believe she would pull them to sin just from her smile or her eyes, but he doesn't believe that. Of course you are not a witch. Very rarely, I think, has an actual witch actually been caught. Likely because they would not give themselves away through the color of their eyes. She was a good person who only wanted to learn and not be forced into the harsh rules their father had put in place. He could understand that at least. Realizing that he's staring again, Michael quickly looks away. Perhaps there was some truth to what her eyes could do, but it wasn't witchcraft, or the work of the devil. It was simply a girl with beautiful and mesmerizing eyes. I should go now. I will see you tomorrow. He says, he promises before calling for Ella. Farrah's mother locks the door behind Michael when he leaves, thanking him profusely for helping to guide her daughter. Michael goes home first, choosing a few of his favorite books that he thinks Farrah might enjoy and putting them away in a pack. From there he goes sown the street, finding the house that is being worked on for her. It was the one closest to his father's, and a house he recognized quite well, as it had belonged to his mother up until she passed away a few years back. His father had given her a funeral as nice as any other person in the compound, but that was what had soured Michael. The man hardly did not seem as heartbroken as someone who lost his wife should be. She was a good wife, and beloved mother. Seemed to be all the father could say about her. Michael steps inside and looks around. The men who worked on it were mostly just moving furniture in, looking for any important repairs and giving it a fresh coat of paint. The young man goes to his old bedroom, locating the false wall inside his closet that he had used to hide snacks as a child and leaving the books in there before closing it. With that, he goes to his father. The conversation is short and doesn't go half as well as he would have liked. He begged his father to reconsider. There were many eligible men in the compound who could serve as fine husbands to Farrah. He suggested Kennedy, a friend of his working on becoming a doctor, but that seems to anger his father even more. Kennedy would be spending more time in the city to work on his medical license. He would be too easy to corrupt. No, the father was the only way to ensure the girl be put on the right path, and with that the conversation is over. Cursing silently, Michael returns home to work on a surprise to take with him the next day. He leaves right after breakfast, and arrives at Ella's house to her surprise. I worry for her. I am sure you understand. Extra guidance before the wedding can only do her good. That is good enough for the mother who smiles happily before sending him up with another platter. The meal is even smaller than yesterday's, he notices. There was only one strip of bacon, and half a piece of toast. Instead of orange juice, she was only given water. He wondered if her other meals were as small. Were they planning to starve her before the wedding? He puts the plate down. Maybe next time I can bring you some food with me. He suggests with a nervous smile before holding up the bible. I think ou'll enjoy this version more than your previous one. He suggests, handing it to her. The cover was that of the bible, but inside is a small collection of the works of Jonathan Swift. I hope you enjoy reading it. He tells her. He is a favorite of mine, but I could look for others if you would prefer. Maybe something more studious?