2) Hello my dearest Annie, our master haven't awakened yet, I am going to have to start to make breakfast, your father and brother are all ready out in the field.
1) Do you know what we are going to be doing today?
2) SHH, don't talk so loud, we don't want master in a bad mood, and no Annie I don't know what he has planed for us today, all I know is that he has a meeting in town and we need to get his horse ready for him. While we are talking about it, why don't you go out into the pasture and fetch his white horse and clean and feed her. Then when she is done, tack her up and tie her to the loading post out front.
1) Okay mother!
2) (Thinking to herself) how are we going to ever get out of this house, I don't want m children to live the life of me and my husband. I have heard about the "underground rail rode." I don't know if this is true, or if it really exists. Because we can't leave the property, there is only one way to find out. To run away!
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1) Mother, are you there?
2) Yes dear, what do you need.
1) Oh, hello master, how are you today?
3) Wonderful thank you slave
1) Your horse is ready, groomed, feed, and all tacked up, she is tied up to the loading post out front when ever you are ready!
3) (silence, except for the crunch of the burnt toast)
1) (I decided to take out the broom and sweep the dusty old wood floor, because I could feel the small pebbles through my warn out, brown leather shoes)
3) You, slave, get over here
2) (she walks over with percussion)
3) You have burned my toast (he grab's my mothers arm so tight, it turns purple as they walk to the back)
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(All I hear is the slam of the back door, a crack, then a scream. It sounded like one of the pigs that my Father butchers every year. Even thought I couldn't see what was happening, my eyes started to tear up, and no more could I see the broom below me, just the sound of the stiff horse hair bristles rubbing across the floor.)
3)Now, lets go back inside and you can empty my pot and take to the farm! (he said with a temper)
2) (all my mom did was walk in with her head down and he hair hanging so all you can see is her nose. I know what she is trying to do, hid her pain, hide the blood. With that, I could see the smallest line drip down to the tip of her nose. It wasn't a tear,blood. Red and thick blood)
3) What are you looking at young slave (with a low and raspy voice)
1) (so I look down, I don't want to go through what my mom had, I mean if all she did was burn his toast, what would happen if I disrespected him. I don't know if all masters are like this, but I sure hope not.)
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TO BE CONTINUED
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