Chapter 11

Drunken Memories

Sarah's POV

I awoke the next morning and saw that James wasn't in his chair. I sat up and scanned the area of the room. He still wasn't there.

"James?" I called while standing up. On the floor was one of James' coats. I put it on as a robe since I didn't want to walk around in just my underclothes all day.

"James?" I called again. Still no answer. Maybe he is outside.

I run downstairs and out of the door with his coat on. He wasn't anywhere on the street. Hickory was gone too. He must have left.

But why did he leave me? Why is he gone?

A tear rolled down my cheek when I realized why he was gone. He was going to get my parents. They were going to bring me home and force me to marry. I can't let that happen. I needed to get out of here.

I walked back inside to get my things when I remembered that I didn't have any things. According to James, I was a washed up drunk in her night dress that night. Memories of those five days and nights were coming back into my mind and it made me shudder.

Flashback

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I had walked in a silent pub with tears streaming down my face. James had just yelled at me and kicked me out of his home. The sun had just set and I needed a place to stay for the night. The pub was the closest place to go.

Not many people were in the pub that night. I walked up to the counter where an old fat bartender was wiping dirty glasses.

"Hello?"

"What can I do for ya?" he grumbled.

"May I use a room?" I asked, trying to hold back my tears.

"Whats da matter with ya?" he asked.

"N-nothing. I-I'm just h-h-having some t-troubles."

"Well, I'll just give ya a room for free. And maybe a drink," he said while pouring me a glass of rum.

"Oh, I don't drink."

"Well, I've always found that a glass of rum helps wash away the emotional troubles in life."

"Sir?"

"Rum makes ya feel better."

"Yes but…"

"No buts. Go ahead and try it. It won't kill ya."

I smiled helplessly and took the glass of dark liquid. I lifted it to my lips and took a sip. The liquid was warm and didn't taste too good. I set it down on the table but after a second, I found that I was drinking it like my life depended on it.

A few minutes passed by and I was on my 11th glass. Everything became blurry and the next thing I new, I was in a hay bed in my night dress. I got dressed but had a huge headache. The pub seemed much busier than last night. I went over to the counter where the bartender was.

"Mornin' lass. What can I do ya fer?"

"I have a large headache this morning. Can I get a glass of rum?" I asked.

"Yeah. That will be 3 shillings."

It was a good thing that I had my life savings with me. I pulled out three shillings and placed them on the counter. He swiped them away greedily and handed me a full-to-the-brim glass of rum.

I quickly chugged it down and asked for another. Things got blurry again and I found myself in my room the next morning. This happened for the next few days. I got drunk again and found myself in James' room.

End Flashback

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I can't remember what I did when I was drunk and I don't think that I want to know. I just wanted to know where James was. If he was going to get my parents, I needed to be ready to run out of here.

I sat on the chair and pulled the coat to tighten it around me. I would wait here until James' return.

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The sun started to set and I was getting really worried. Would it take him this long to get my parents?

I didn't know what to do about him missing but my stomach was grumbling loudly. I went into the kitchen and found a Franklin stove with a kettle on top of it. It wasn't likely for James to drink tea.

I took a look inside of the kettle and found a dark brown substance. It didn't look too appetizing but I didn't see any food around.

I poured some of the brown substance in a cup and took a sip.

"Mm."

It was chocolate drink. The sweetness held onto my tongue for a minute each sip. It was delicious.

"I guess the new American drink is chocolate," I said under my breath.

"I guess you could say that."

I spun around and saw the tall blonde-headed boy with blue eyes.

"James."

"Yeah it's me. Why aren't you in bed?"

"You aren't aloud to ask any questions James Hiller! You left me alone in your own home!" I shouted.

"I left to get some supplies for the newspaper… and a few other supplies. Didn't you see my note?" he explained.

"Note?"

James rolled his eyes and pointed at the table. There lay a piece of paper with scribbled writing on it. I picked it up and read the following:

Sarah,

Going to the port to get ordered supplies for the printing press. I'll be back soon so stay here. I also need to visit Sybil and ask her something. Potatoes are in the crate if you get hungry. We are out of meat and carrots so I need to buy some more.

James

My eyes widened and I lowered the letter to look at James' smirk.

"Wipe that smirk off of your face. It will freeze that way!"

James rolled his eyes. "Is that anyway to treat someone who got you a gift?"

I looked confused and curious and he beckoned me into the other room. I followed obediently and stopped by the chair where a package lay.

"Go ahead, open it," said James. I nodded and started removing the wrappings. When they were all removed I gasped. A light blue dress and white apron lay folded neatly. It was beautiful.

"Oh James, thank you."

"That's why I needed to see Sybil. She's a girl and knows how to make a dress."

"Sybil made this?" I asked. James nodded and started giggling.

"What are you laughing about?"

"I also thought that you can't just walk around town in your under-dress and my coat," laughed James.

My eyes widened in shock and I remembered that I was still in my under dress. I blushed a deep red and wrapped the coat around me even tighter.

"It's okay Sarah. Just go up and change."

"Why should I? I am going to retire for the night."

"Fine. I'll be down here if you need me," he said.

I nodded and walked up the stairs with my dress. When the door was closed behind me, I sat on the bed and held the dress in my hands. Sybil's work was lovely.

I sat it on the chair next to the bed and slipped under the blankets. Worrying about James all day had made me tired so it was only in half a tick that I fell asleep. A few minutes after I was asleep, James came in a tucked me in.