Romance: Mail Order Bride "The Ideal Bride" Clean Christian Western Historical Romance (Western Mail Order Bride Short Shorties Series) (173 page)

Chapter 10

I fled Richmond out of desperation. I fled because I was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t. My life was in danger so I ran in order to assure my own safety. I never would have guessed that by running I would find my purpose for living. I never could have imagined that I would fall in love and be happy for the first time in my life.

What awaited me in Billings was more than I could have ever imagined or hoped for. It made my chest swell with happiness to think how far I’d come from that first day and how far James had come. When we first met, he was a lost cause. He was a man on the brink of depression. He was someone who never would have recovered on his own. I don’t mean that in a mean way, or in a way that suggests I don’t think he could have made it on his own. He would have lived. He would have survived, but he never would have thrived.

Now we were happy, still living on the same little plot of land from before, though we’d managed to expand it with the money I inherited. Thanks to Jeremy’s plan he was locked away in jail for a very long time and this meant I was given complete control of my own inheritance. I used it to buy a bigger plot of land and build a second house near the one James and I lived in. It was going to be for Louise when she finally settled down with her own family.

While it was being built, she argued the entire time, insisting that she wouldn’t ever fall in love and want children. Just as the house was being finished, she met a young blacksmith in town and the two began courting. They were planning on getting married as soon as Louise turned seventeen. I remained humble, refusing to point out the fact that I had indeed been right. The blush on her face when she looked at her handsome blacksmith was more than enough for me.

James and I were married soon after his proposal and I received my ring on our wedding day. It was a simple ceremony and we were surrounded by the friends who loved us and cared for us. We said our vows and before God we became husband and wife. I’d never been as happy as I was on my wedding day. I was in love and suddenly I knew I’d be spending the rest of my life with the man God had intended for me to love. I had once dreaded my wedding day and now I looked back on it with an unchallenged fondness. I truly had been delivered to the promised land.

The sun was high in the sky, shining down on myself and my husband as we lay on a blanket in a field. Louise and Mark (the blacksmith) were knee deep in a nearby river, casting a net in an attempt to catch our dinner. It was a beautiful summer day and my belly was round and nearly on the verge of popping. I was pregnant with my first child and looking forward to meeting them.

James sat beside me on the blanket, gazing at me lovingly. That look in his eyes still made me blush from time to time. I turned to him and smiled, leaning in to offer him a kiss. “Can I help you?” I teased playfully.

“You’ve already done so much,” he answered honestly.

I blushed and brushed some hair behind my ear. “You’re going to make me blush, darling.” I hummed, putting a hand over my belly.

He put his hand over mine and smiled, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Good,” he whispered, nuzzling me adoringly.

I chuckled softly and wrapped my arms around him, stroking his cheek and chewing on my own bottom lip. “This must be what heaven is like.”

“I can only hope,” he said, pressing his lips to mine.

I sighed into the kiss, overwhelmed with feelings of love and devotion. The road to get here had been bumpy and full of challenges, but despite all of that I found my place in the world and I was happier than I ever imagined I would be.

He pressed his forehead to mine and smiled. “I love you, Madison.”

“And I love you, James.”

I gasped as water was suddenly splashed on me, and Louise looked at me from the river, grinning brightly. “Knock it off, you two!”

James jumped to his feet and ran into the river, grabbing Louise around the waist and dipping her beneath the water playfully. I just shook my head and laughed. It wasn’t what I’d expected, but this was my happily ever after.
 

THE END
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Chapter 1

There are people in this world who shine so brightly it’s blinding. Others fall in love with that brightness and follow it blindly without ever seeing what’s behind that light. Then there are people who disappear into the crowds. They’re quiet in nature and while their light might have the potential to be bright, they never manage to break through.

I fall into the latter category. My name is Elizabeth Harbin and I’ve always been on the shy side. I never saw the need to be loud and ostentatious. The Bible stresses obedience and instructs people to be humble. I’ve always tried to follow those instructions.

My family wasn’t extremely wealthy but we were comfortable. We lived in the small town of Bethel, Virginia and there weren’t many people who could be called rich. The only wealthy family was the Pattersons. John Patterson’s father owned most of the coal mines in Virginia and ever since the locomotive came to town, the whole family had more money than they knew what to do with.

The fact that they were much better off didn’t escape their eldest daughter, Claire. She knew that they were ‘better’ than everyone else. That’s how she saw it anyway. She was a beautiful girl with golden hair and eyes bluer than a spring sky. When she fluttered her eyelashes people fell to their knees. They would have done anything for her. She had the entire town under this strange spell that no one could break free from.

At first look, Claire was a sweet girl with an even sweeter voice and a pretty face you could trust. She exuded confidence, and it radiated out of her and into everyone else. She was beloved by the community and I couldn’t really blame them. Who wouldn’t love someone like her?

While she seemed to be a wonderful person on the outside, the more you got to know her, the thinner that deceit became. When she was around proper company she always curtsied and wore her best dresses. She said, “Yes, Ma’am,” and, “No, sir,” and minded her P’s and Q’s, but when the adults weren’t around she transformed into the most vicious monster you could imagine, and for some reason I became the target of her wrath.

I’m not sure what I did to make Claire dislike me. I never ruffled any feathers and I always kept to myself. We’d grown up together and when you lived in a small town like ours, it was hard not to bump into one another. We’d grown up going to the same school house, sitting just a few desks away from each other, but I couldn’t ever remember doing anything that would have made her want to target me.

I decided that I probably hadn’t done anything and that Claire just didn’t like me for some reason. None of the other girls seemed to catch her evil eye and I hated that we couldn’t get along.  I knew that there was something that was eating away at her soul and I struggled to show the kindness the Bible taught. Jesus loved everyone, even the worst sinner, and I tried to be as patient as him, but I’m only human.

She pulled my hair and pushed me down in the dirt, doing all manner of rude things. She disliked me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet and while I didn’t understand why, I knew it wasn’t going to change. She was the golden child and she could do nothing wrong.

I’d told my mother about the bullying, but when I came home covered in dirt and scratches, she never believed me. She would shake her head and sigh, telling me that envy was a sin. I realized very quickly that my mother didn’t believe a word I said. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that beautiful little Claire could be the evil witch I claimed she was. Mother was convinced that I was envious of Claire’s beauty and grace.

The accusation made my heart ache and eventually I stopped telling mother about the abuse I dealt with on a daily basis. I didn’t want to be seen as an envious person and honestly would have rather suffered in silence. 

Next to Claire I seemed so dull. There weren’t many other young people in our town and all of them were drawn to her. I was the only exception and it made me an outcast. I had no friends and no confidants. I couldn’t even find comfort in my own parents because they wouldn’t believe a word I said about Claire. No one would. They were completely blinded by her.

I found comfort in church and the Bible. The preacher was the only person in town who would give me the time of day. I was afraid to lose his friendship so when I spoke to him, I never told him who or what was causing my problems. He never pushed me or asked me to tell him what was going on. He’d just put a hand on my shoulder and tell me to pray on it. It was the best and only advice anyone had ever given me regarding the situation.

Weeks turned to months and months into years and Claire never stopped teasing me. As we grew older and began turning into young women who were nearly ready to marry, I found that Claire drew the eyes of all the men. She was confident, loud, and beautiful. Who would notice me? I was in constant competition with her and I didn’t even realize it, though my plight became apparent soon enough. As long as I was in the same town as Claire, I would be alone.

My mother even fell for her charisma. She saw Claire as an angel sent from heaven. She was perfect in every way and I was a jealous, redheaded devil. Mother didn’t believe for even a second that Claire could do anything wrong, and that was never going to change. She would just shake her head, clearly disappointed in me, her eyes saying everything.

‘Why can’t you be more like Claire?’

Chapter 2

Claire teased me mercilessly as a child, but as we got older her tricks and teasing became even more vicious. I don’t think children really understand formulaic cruelty. They know that if they call someone names that person will cry and maybe run to their mother. It’s easy to get a rise out of kids when they’re young, but as those children grow up they develop a thick skin and learn how to let those kinds of things roll off their back. They pay less attention to the teasing and the cruelty and so the bullies have to get smarter.

As we grew older we left the school yard and I worked on my parents’ farm, helping them bring in the crop and raise the cattle. Claire always made fun of me for having dirt under my nails and having my hair in an unfashionable braid.

I would sit on the porch and watch the pretty girls walk by. They were dressed in the latest fashion, even though most of their parents could only afford one dress. They wore those same dresses every day and strolled by my house, casting knowing glances and laughing behind their gloved hands. I’d begged my mother to take me into town and buy me a dress like that but she ignored me like always.

As my younger sister got older, my mother saw potential in her. She devoted all of her time and attention to Agnes, ignoring me completely, though that wasn’t really anything new. It took me a long time to figure out why my mother held so much disdain for me, but when I figured it out it broke my heart even more.

She saw everything she hated about herself in me. I had plain features and red hair. She always told me that my only saving grace was my emerald eyes. My mother was almost as cruel as Claire, though her cruelty was her silence and the disappointment that skittered across her face when she looked at me. I wanted so badly for my mother to look upon me with the love and adoration that she offered Claire and my sister. I wanted my name to fall from my mother’s lips with pride, but I knew that would never happen.

As I got older I began to feel all the things a young woman should feel. I was eighteen and most of my friends were starting to get married. They were falling in love and having babies. I wanted that life so badly. For as long as I could remember I’d dreamed of having a family.

There was one boy in particular who caught my eye. His name was Cody Roy and he had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes as bright as the ocean. He was stunning in every way possible. We’d spoken a few times and he seemed kind enough. He didn’t go out of his way to spend time with me, but the few waves and smiles he’d offered were enough to make me pine after him.

I found myself praying that he would notice me. I wanted to be Cody’s wife, and even if it was a long shot, that didn’t matter. I was still going to hope and pray with all my might. I didn’t have much in this world, but I did have prayer.

I sighed as I thought of Cody, wandering into the barn to care for the animals. Just inside the barn there was a small pink envelope. It had clearly been slid under the door. I picked it up and unfolded it, reading the messy handwriting.

Meet me down by the river. I want to talk.

-Cody

My heart began to slam in my chest and my eyes widened. I dropped the bucket and ran towards the woods. The sun was just starting to come up, casting a golden glow over the land. My throat was dry and I knew I’d be in trouble for leaving the animals unfed, but I had to do this. This was the first break I’d gotten! I wasn’t going to leave Cody at the river.

I broke into the clearing that led to the river and as I raised my head I saw Cody. He was smiling, hands tucked in the pockets of his dirty work jeans. He was smiling softly, looking just as handsome as always.

A blush tinted my cheeks pink and I walked over to the river, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my temples. He smiled and tilted his head to the side just a little. I stared up at him, my eyes wide and bright with excitement. This was my prayer being answered. Something good was finally starting to happen.

“Hello,” I said, unsure of how to start the conversation.

“Hello. I just wanted to talk to you, alone.”

My entire body flushed with heat and I cleared my throat. “I can’t imagine what you’d want to talk to me about.”

“Honestly, it was just an excuse to spend some quality time with you. You’re always busy.”

I laughed nervously and tucked some hair behind my ear. “I run my family’s farm.” I wasn’t sure why I said that, but I was nervous.

He nodded and reached out, gently touching my cheek, smiling. “You look really beautiful this morning. The sunlight is catching your eyes just right.”

My breath hitched in my throat and I stared up at him, wondering what was happening. This was all so sudden and wonderful. Something felt off about it, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. This felt like a dream and I didn’t want to wake up.

“Close your eyes, Elizabeth. I have something I want to give you.”

I swallowed but closed my eyes, my lips parted just a little. I was waiting for a peck on the lip or a flower to be placed gently in my hair, but instead I found myself stumbling back after he slapped a handful of the thick, smelly mud from the river on my face. The putrid and coppery smell made my eyes water, though that could have just been tears.

The mud slid off my cheek and plopped on the ground. For a moment I just stood there, staring at him as he laughed. Within moments a group of girls led by Claire emerged from the woods, howling with laughter. Most of the girls and boys I’d grown up with were scattered around me, laughing so hard some of them fell to the ground.

Tears burned in my eyes and I turned, taking off into the woods and pushing people aside. I needed to get out of here. I needed to get as far from the clearing as possible and I needed to get out of this town.