Early America

Will

I rest my chin on the top of her head and take a deep breath, closing my eyes.

Isa

I close my eyes and keep close, sighing.

Will

I keep my arms around her, eyes still closed.

Isa

I swallow, tightning my grip, "Dont leave me again like that."

Will

I tighten my grip as well, "I won't."

Isa

I nod, slowly pulling back.

Will

I watch her as she pulls back, confused.

Isa

I run a hand through my hair, my dad walking into the room, "Isa, I need you to--" His eyes land on Will and his expression soon changes into a sneer, "What are you doing near her?"

I swallow, "Daddy, just--"

"No, Isabel. Home. Now," He mutters.

Will

I study her father before looking back at her, confused, "I don't understand..." Didn't he give me his blessing two years ago?

Isa

I swallow and don't answer, standing as my father looks at him, "You broke her heart. I gave you my blessings, and you broke it not even a day after."

Will

I swallow, "My father made me go. It wasn't my choice."

Isa

He studies him, "You could've refused."

He pulls me out, dragging me home, and I glance back.

Will

I stand, shaking my head, "No I couldn't have. You should know that better than anyone."

Isa

He throws me in the house, telling me to go to my room, and I hesitate before doing so.

Will

I shake my head and walk home, tired of everything.