Chapter 26
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Martha shut her eyes tightly, she could feel his gaze on her and she hated it. But she had to admit an escape from the Winston mansion was a much-needed relief. Only if you she could escape on this trip and never come back… wait she could always escape but is the next plan of action? She needed to know the outside world and this was the right opportunity to and plan her life.
This Philip could be of more use, instead of pushing him away, it's quite obvious he was smitten, she scuffed in her mind. Was this guy into his own sister? Because technically this was the body of his sister. If that was the case… that isn't reassuring. Whether it was out of sisterly love or something else she feared she would have to see. Getting comfortable, she finally slept of, Philip noticed the change in her breathing which meant she had finally slept.
Soon Nighttime approached and Mary felt the carriage come to a stop. She wondered what happened. Soon Philip came to tap, letting her know it was time to take a break. "Mary, Mary would you like to take a walk for a stretch" his voice echoed in her head like it was a dream. Martha was reluctant, this was the first time she had a good sleep. Truly staying in the Winston Mansion was a curse. She opened her eye and saw Philips eye that drew her in like a moth to flame. She tried to pull herself up but staggered from the drowsy effect of her sleep, just as she was about to fall Philip caught her helping her gain balance. For once she didn't push him away because she needed the help and she was just too tired to push him.
Her stomach crumbled interrupting the comfortable silence between them while she winced in disappointment, it came just at the wrong time. Taking her time, she walked down the carriage as she raising her hand above her head. It was already evening time. "We have to leave here soon; we don't know how safe this place is but nevertheless you need the stretch" Philip said.
Just as he said it, it was like faith was waiting for his go they began to hear noises in the bush as three men sprinted out "sir!! Sir!! Thief!! Thief!!" the carriage riders announced. Philip cursed under his breath; he knew he shouldn't have stopped but for some reason he didn't know why he went against his guts. Just then three men who looked like they had not had a shower for days with brown looking clothes like it was dipped in mud and rumpled came out and pointed cheap barrels of gun towards them "hands up" they said with their thick accent. Martha scuffed, there is no way life could give her a break, she made a mistake thinking that this was the time she could have peace. Raising her hand above her head just as the bandits had requested.
Philip made a move to negotiate "calm down take, you can take whatever you want" "shut up! I see you are a Lord, right?" one of the men that was slightly bigger than the other two with brunet hair indicated to the other two to search the carriage. They rushed towards it making away without ever they could find inside. Philip did not care about what they took from them but care about their safety. In a few minutes the carriage was emptied as Philip, Martha and the carriage boy were tied to a tree. They took their time taking whatever was in the carriage. Just as they release their horses and was about to make their way, their leader turned back and looked into Martha's eye as he studied her.
Martha looked at his eye, she knew that look. She braced herself for what came next. "You, you,you, are a pretty one. Don't you think she is pretty?" The other bandits muttered in response like they were dumb and never spoken in their lives, giving a smile that revealed brown teeth like they were stained with tobacco. Just then he moved closer to her using his hand to tilt her jaw upwards, Martha quickly turned her head to the side as the feeling the disgust came over her body.
She could feel the rage from Philip as he barked out orders at the bandits "you have taken what you want get out of here now!!!" A quick punch to the side of his head followed his words "don't talk to me scum!" the bandit said "she your whore, right?" He indicated to the other bandit to release her. Martha knew what would come next but she rather would die than allow anybody to defile her. Just as she planned to fight with everything she had, a hand flew in front of her face as Philip tackled the bandit man tagging him to the floor in struggle and shield, Martha was shocked, when did he release himself? It seems like he had skills. She noticed slight movement by her side but she never that Philip had cut through the ropes. Relief washed through her as her chest rose up and down in rapid succession. The other bandits screamed as they brought out their guns looking at who to shoot as Philip and the bandit struggled changing position on top each other. Martha could feel her heart clench. What If something were to happen to Philip what was she going to do? Just as she saw the other bandit try to pull the trigger she screamed "Philipppp!!!" The smell of gun powder hit the air as the shot of the gun was heard…
