I'm extremely sorry I haven't written in like 3 months (and that the chapter is so short) forgive me!!!
In the Jaws of the Wolf: Chapter 6-"Secrets Exposed"
Well tomorrow came and past—weeks have past. My wedding day is coming up in just three weeks, and I am so nervous I can barely breathe. In two weeks I will be Mrs. Harriet Elizabeth Wyatt. Why can't I seem to be rid of that life? I have been Elizabeth Lackland for over a year, but I still feel like that person.
I don't know if I should even bother to write in this journal anymore, after all as a married woman I won't have time anyway—and the idea of keeping a journal seems so juvenile. As a matter of fact I must go now; David invited me to a dance, so I must get ready.
No No NO!!! How could this have happened? How could any of this have happened? Why didn't I listen to Jane and Thad? Why was I so pig headed? I am so incredibly ashamed I can hardly even write this as my tears are making the paper I write on wet.
Oh Lordy! LORDY!!! I feel like a stupid, crazy, conceited fool! I suppose I must tell what happened, though it pains me so.
Everything was going perfectly until just a few hours ago, one week before the wedding. I finished my wedding dress, I even had it all trimmed with this beautiful, expensive lace. Thad invited me over for dinner that night, and I happily accepted. My nerves felt so tense with the apprehension of the wedding that I barely paid attention to what was going on around me.
"So, Harriet, are you nervous about our big day?" he asked me after taking a drink of wine.
I smiled a little and said, "Excited, not nervous, David," That was when I realized my mistake. How could he have possibly known? How could he have found out? My hand clamped over my mouth, and I could almost feel the color begin to drain from my face.
"Yes… I thought so," he said, standing and walking over to me. He bent down to look me in the eye. "You have been lying to me all this time…"
"No, David, it was a mistake, I wasn't really paying attention!" I sputtered trying to explain.
He shook his head a little and said, "Your name is not Elizabeth Lackland. I have known that for several months now. Elizabeth Lackland died several years ago. I know, for I knew her father quite well. I couldn't understand however why you would take her name. That is when I searched for our friend Mr. Daniels."
My breath came in little gasps as I realized what he would say. "He told me he recognized you. I asked him where, but he was a little reluctant to talk about it. A little money solved that problem. He said that you are not the fine lady that you claimed. He told me he took notice of you when he did business with you father!" He laughed a horrifying laugh and said, "At first I thought that meant that your father was a well to do businessman. But then he told me that your father was none other than the great Thomas Jefferson.
"Well I'm sure you can imagine my shock, Harriet, I mean after all, it's not everyone's fiancée that is the daughter of a president."
"David, please," I began, but he held up his hand and began again.
"Well then he told me how exactly you are Mr. Jefferson's daughter. That you are nothing but a nigra slave—his bastard by a nigra woman. So, Harriet Hemings, what do you expect me to do with this knowledge?" he asked looking at me straight in the eye.
My teeth were nearly chattering, I was so scared. "David, I never meant to deceive you—" I began, but he cut me off.
"That is precisely what you did though, Harriet. If I were to go through with this marriage I would be married to a slave! You would have let me marry a filthy nigra!" he yelled now, slapping me across the face.
"David, please!" I whispered again, my face stinging from his slap.
He shook his head again and whispered to me, "So what do you expect me to do now? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to keep this a secret, marry you and live happily ever after? Or do you want me to tell everyone what and who you are?"
"I am not a lower being than you are David! You have no right to treat me so!" I yelled back, knowing I was pressing my luck. He was mad at me, steaming mad. I was at an awful disadvantage, and he knew it.
"I have every right to treat you anyway I care to," he said, leaning closer to me.
"What do you want from me David?" I asked him quietly, leaning away from him. "We obviously aren't getting married anymore, so what do you precisely want?"
"What do I want?" he asked nearly on top of me now, "I want you to shut up and listen to me. If you do what I say, I won't tell anyone about you. We'll quietly call the wedding off and you can go on being Elizabeth Lackland."
"And what is it you want me to do…?" I asked slowly.
He looked me straight in the eye and leaned into my ear and whispered, "You can do for me what your mother did for our dear president."