Disclaimer: voyeurism, stalking, racism, profanity, and violence.
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(The state of Mississippi, 1800's)
The bugs hummed in the sun, there was as much wood around to feed a fire for years. The green grass was as tall as the trees, but yet a boy and a girl dared to play in such conditions.
"You can't catch me!!"
The girl laughed with glee, running through muddy puddles.
The girl had beautiful brown skin, and fluffy dark brown hair, accompanied with deep brown eyes.
She wore tattered clothes and beat shoes, her hair was as kept as it could be in these times. Even though everything was against her, she still had hope in someone.
"I'll get ya!"
A boy yelled from a distance, while chasing the girl with a smile written across his face.
His golden blonde hair shimmered in the sun, his blue eyes shined brightly. Unlike the girl, the boy wore fine clothes, and nice shiny shoes that could blind you with one look.
In the middle of their innocent game of tag they were stopped.
"Boy what I tell you bout playin' with the help!"
The boys mother rushed in front of him, slapping him straight across his face. The site of the slap soon turned beet red.
Tears welded up in the his eyes, soon he was crying up a storm while his mother dragged him by the ear back to the house.
The girl looked back and saw what had happened to the boy. She stood there in fear of what would happen to her as well.
The woman turned and stopped in her tracks and shouted at the girl.
"And stay away from my son you wretched girl!"
( 11 years later )
A family of 4 ate at the table laughing, engaged in conversation.
An older man spoke at the table.
"You're finally a man Johnny, it's bout time you take over this land since you're brother Miles here won't. "
The older man in question was Mr. Weston, Marshall Weston in full. He owned a plantation in Mississippi with his family, his two sons Miles, Johnny, and his wife Mary.
Miles Weston, was the eldest son, a 20 year old brown haired, hazel eyed young man.
Johnny Weston, was the youngest son, a 18 year old blonde haired, blue eyed young man much resembling his mothers complexion.
Johnny had a more athletic body than his older brother Miles, since he helped around the land a lot more than him. He was a good amount of body hair, though he regularly shaved his facial hair. He stood at 6'3 towering over his elder brother that stood at just 6'0.
Although the big difference between the two boys was that Miles was always the ambitious son. He didn't want to inherit his fathers land and grown old and die. He wanted to explore the world, and women's undergarments of course.
However, Johnny was contempt with his life he never had felt the need to explore. He wanted his parents to be proud of him because he chose to inherit the land that his family had owned for generations.
Since he was the youngest son his father had never given him the same attention Miles had gotten.
Johnny saw Miles's decision to not inherit the land as an opportunity to win the favorite son spot.
"Father, I have told you time again it ain't my callin' quit trynna rub it in my face huh."
Miles locked eyes with his father in annoyance.
Johnny sensed the tension between the two.
"What happened to you two? You used to be two peas in a pod huh? Remember that time when you hooked Miles's pants with that old fishin' hook?"
Johnny said with a light laugh, his laughter was contagious, and it soon spread to his mother as well.
His mother started to giggle at her husband, breaking the ice. They all bursted with laughter once more.
Mary quietly tapped Miles on the shoulder.
"Tell that gal to bring us some more bread please."
Miles turned his head and yelled for one of the kitchen helpers.
Johnny peered at the door waiting for the helper to come out with the bread, in anticipation.
He was hoping it was her that entered...
The young girl in question was named Bee, she did not have an official last name, as it was not common for slaves. She was at the prime age of 18 similar to Johnny. She wore the maid outfit that was provided. Everything was bland about what she wore, as for her body and face were...well not so much.
Her curly deep brown hair fell past her brow, her face always seemed covered.
Bee was a timid girl, she did not speak much and spoke only when spoken too, much to Johnny's dismay.
She walked quickly towards the table with a bowl of fresh bread.
He gazed at the whole of her, he had always had a thing for Bee. The problem is that the two haven't spoken a word in over 11 years.
Nothing had warranted a conversation between them before, but on this night that would change.
On her way walking to the table she tripped and fell, and not by accident.
Miles mischievously stuck out his foot to trip her down.
"Get yourself up and get this bread off the floor girl! You're lucky I'm not in the mood to get you whipped!"
Mary shouted at Bee in frustration.
Johnny had seen the whole thing, he glared at his brother who was grinning.
As Bee rushed to pick up the bread, Johnny had gotten up to assist her.
He grabbed Bee's hand to stop her.
"No, I've got it!"
Bee said in a nervous tone.
"No, let me help, please."
Johnny replied, touching Bee's hand.
"You're too nice for your own good, brother."
Miles said with a wide grin.
Johnny snapped back at Miles in a serious tone.
"I'm just keeping a good relationship with them so they will be loyal to me."
His father praised him for being smart.
"That is the perfect mindset that you want to have to run this land."
Johnny blocked out everyone else as Bee was helping pick up the bread.
He wanted to see her face again, out of impulse he attempted to get a quick peek, lifting her hair out of her face.
Bee quickly jumped up and ran towards the kitchen with the now soiled bread.
This startled and embarrassed Johnny, he quickly excused himself and left the dining room.
Johnny sat on the front porch, swinging lightly on a bench with an anguished look on his face. Thinking about the fun times that him and Bee had as children.
Shortly thereafter, Miles walked out on the porch to say his goodbyes.
"You're lucky I still visit from time to time, y'know father really pisses me off."
Johnny didn't respond.
"Well I'm off, good luck rotting away in this house with the help."
Miles laughed to himself, walking off towards the fields.
After a while, Johnny decided to retire to bed.
His parents had already left for bed, Johnny saw this as an opportunity to get a quick peek at Bee, before he went to bed himself.
He walked down the hall toward the kitchen. He spotted Bee through a crack in the door, who was cleaning dishes from tonights dinner.
This time she was alone in the kitchen.
He slowly opened the door to the kitchen.
"Hey, Bee."
Bee whipped her head around in his presence.
"Can I do anything for you sir?"
Johnny walked towards her direction, and proceeded to lean on the kitchen counter.
"Johnny sounds better, I'm not my father."
Johnny replied while gazing at her.
"You're his son..."
Bee replied with her head down still cleaning dishes.
Johnny wanted to get more of a reaction out of her as she coldly ignored him.
He reached his hand out to caress her hair, she flinched in response.
"Stop it."
