Freedom by Madinah Hazim-Adams (good fiction books to read .txt) 📕

screamed out, “Frances you dumb wench! Did you really think you could get away with this? I own you and you will be with me until the day you die. You are nothing but a slave and I am your God,” he said with great contempt.

As Tom’s body lay on the shore bleeding, Master James moved closer to Frances and as Frances trembled with fear. He got close enough to grab one of her long curly mulatto locks of her. Then he grabbed her face and forced her closer and tried to seduce her.

“Okay Masta James,” when Frances said this she moved in closer and showed her bosom to entice Masta James even more. Frances said, “Why don’t we’s jump in the boat?” Without any hesitation Master James jumped into the boat and started kissing her bosom. When Master James tried to undo Frances’ dress, Frances pulled the knife from the back of her old dirty corset and stabbed Master James repeatedly.

Master James screamed out in horror, “Frances, No!” as he clutched his chest and gasped for air, he faded away into the dark realm of death.

Once his body was completely limp, Frances pushed him overboard, screaming and cursing at his dead body, she yelled, “I’s hope you’s rot in hell. You’s taken everything from me…everything! Now it’s my turn. Through your death I’s will live and have freedom.” Frances watched with relief as his body sank to the bottom of the river. However, Frances’ heart was still heavy from Tom being killed. Moreover, she was still in shock from having to see two dead people, one she had killed herself.

Frances was still scared; she had no idea about the hardships that awaited her up north. To calm her self down, she said a little prayer, “Oh! Lord, please let me leave dis North Carolinian plantation safely. Please forgive me for not being here in time to help Tom. Maybe if I’s was here, I’s could hav helped him fight off Masta James. Lord please let Tom in to heaven and lead me to da north safely. Amen.” After this prayer and not knowing what lay ahead, Frances paddled out of the North Carolina plantation and headed north. Even though she did not know what the future held, one thing Frances knew for she was it was freedom or death, and she had chosen freedom!
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Publication Date: 06-20-2011

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Dedication:
To my beloved Mother who taught me to follow my passion.