“That’s right [y/n]! ‘The people need it!’ It’s not about us, [y/n]! It’s about her God-forsaken people, goddamnit! She didn’t care about me or us! She cares about her people! She used me and she used you … She used us to get what she wanted and that was her people’s survival! I’m sorry [y/n] but I will NOT marry you!”
“Alfred! Alfred, wait! Come back! Alfred, please! I need you! ALFRED!” I cried and screamed after him as he stomped away….
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I … I was astonished… How could everything we worked for, suffered for all over the years just fly away in a dust of anger? You were at a loss as to what to do…
This wasn’t just you… Well part of it was, but it was more about my people than anything else! Why does Alfred have so much hatred about this?! Didn’t he want to save my people too?
That’s when it hit me.
Everything my people did to him… All the wars, blood shed, fighting, the decree of race superiority… White held supreme power. Although I wasn’t one to believe in such a shallow idea, everyone has power and the ability to be anything, but it all makes sense now! Why Alfred would want to save everyone and me, yet feel such hatred about it in the first place! Bingo!
You immediately raced after him having finally figured it out.
I was so freaking pissed! God! Seriously Mom?!?! Don’t do this! Toying with my heart just to save your people?!?! That’s bullshit!!! I should’ve killed all of your people from the start! From the very beginning, just lengthened the Trail of Tears… Yeah, a slow death… How do you like that, Mom? my thoughts chuckled darkly. I couldn’t believe I was thinking like this… But I was so done. I was done with my mom, I was done with Native Americans, and I was done with [y/n]. Done. She will never see me again. I’ll let them die. I’m done. They can scrap for everything they are worth because I’m the superior one here, I won the wars, and I am the top dog. I control everything. I am freedom! I ripped open the kitchen drawer and stole the key to my chopper, I was going to be as free as free could be. I threw everything into disarray, I didn’t care what destruction I made, my chopper was in the back shed and I was taking it out after 20 long years.
I drug out the lifeless hunk of metal and shoved the key in the ignition before kicking off, only to hear it stall… And find it’s out of fucking gas!
“DAMNIT!” I shouted at the sky. She believed her spirit would be reincarnated into some element or animal, well how’s this Mom?! Can you hear me now Mom?!
Then something strong and slender ran into me and shoved me into the ground, causing to bite the dust, hard. I couldn’t believe my eyes but here was [y/n]. Trying to stop me… Trying to keep me from being free… No. No she wasn’t like that! She loves it when I’m free, she would never do anything like this unless… She was desperate. I tilted my chin down to see her big… gorgeous… sparkling… [e/c] gems.
Those beautiful eyes were carrying diamond tears that rained down her face as she looked into my eyes.
I was sobbing so hard. ‘Please, Alfred!’ I thought. No… No more thoughts!
Everything that has been happening was put out to everyone well in advance. It’s my turn to tell him and everyone else what is going through my head!
“Alfred F. Jones,” my voice broke into random sobs as I tried to talk to him. “Don’t let this be like the fight in 1967… You were so frustrated at me for not getting what you were trying to tell me and for me wanting you to be like a normal husband… Wanting to be a normal couple with a normal life… But we are not normal… You took your bike and left for a month… I couldn’t live without you… I suffocated… And I bought those stupid drugs! And I overdosed! You came back the day I died. Don’t let this happen again!”
Yeah, I pulled a lost memory card, but I needed him to stay and listen … His eyes looked hurt… Like he saw the me from that era right here in front of him. As if I came back to life to hear what he could never tell me… He was dying inside as his arm wrapped around my waist and the base of my head, clutching me close. He cried and cried, begging over and over as he said “Sorry… Forgive me… I’m sorry…”
I clutched back. “Now… Alfred,” sobs slipping through my mouth once again, “I know you don’t like the past the Native American people have with you… but please. If we can’t help them, they will die!”
“Them. Them. Them. That’s all I ever hear about, is them! You wouldn’t be here bouncing my heart up and down like a fucking yo-yo if they didn’t exist! If they die so can you! And I won’t have to feel broken hearted anymore! That’s the only reason you were created! My mom wanted to save her people so she created you… A spider to catch me into her stupid web! Well I don’t want to be tangled in it anymore! I bet you don’t even care about me! All the loss was your chance to lose me till you saw me and had to deal with me all over again-“
“ALFRED FUCKING JONES! I FUCKING LOVE YOU! I WOULDN’T DIE FOR YOU IF THAT WAS THE CASE! I WOULDN’T DIE BECAUSE OF YOU IF I DIDN’T LOVE YOU! I WOULDN’T BE BORN AGAIN AND AGAIN AND MEET YOU AND FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ALL OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN IF I DIDN’T!” My tears dripped from my face onto his cheeks as he stared in shock. How stupid was he? Is this why he was mad? He thought I was make believe? He thought what we had was fake? How obtuse.
“Alfred Franklin Jones. Alfred Foster Jones. Alfred Freedom Jones. Remember when we discussed all these for you? That night under the stars… One of the fist times we told each other ‘I love you’. When I first started calling you ‘Alfie’… Which led to a very nice love-making session afterwards, thank you. Alfred, remember… I love you always… While I may represent the Native Americans, I am human too. I have feelings. I am capable of love. I love</b> you!”
I let my eyes stare into him for a while before the grip on the back of my head tightened and brought my face a fraction of a centimeter from his.
“For all of the crimes you have committed there lil’ miss I’m afraid I’mma hafta punish ya~ Now I’mma gonna punch you… In the face… With my lips… Softly… Because I love my baby girl too,” Alfred’s southern drawl from all the years in Georgia hit me to the core. Nights of peaches and country music… Sweet tea and cowboy boots… A truly memorable life.
I gazed into his cerulean eyes… My tears welled up again from love, loss, and finally… after many, many, many years… Success. We could finally be together.
That night Alfie and I had a celebratory dinner made by the both of us! Hamburgers by the Hamburger King and sides by myself, followed by a dessert of love making and Nutella brownies!
Our “Parents” came home the next evening and we told them everything. Since they were only there to act as “parents” and look after my ‘situation’, when the ‘situation’ was closed they left the house to us and returned back to work. Turns out they actually were in love with each other from the beginning and decided to keep their new names. They are now retired peacefully in the Mediterranean on the shores of Venice.
Alfred and I “dropped out” of high school and attended the [college near you/ Dream College] University for the next couple years. Alfred studying teaching since his status as a country granted him free education and unlimited funds, he wanted to teach history, as he stated, “the right way”. He’ll probably be back in the country/ ambassador program in a year or two.
I began studying [preferred major] with a minor in Native American studies. I wanted to know where I came from and how to help/ connect better. Alfred and I still live in the same house and have been dating happily for years. While we have been engaged since the day everything happened, we never truly made a wedding date… Except for now.
I am standing at the alter with a gorgeous flowing white dress, a sparkling ring, and a wonderful husband whose love went beyond the test of time, race, and well, mothers. We both said “I do” and continued our lives as a newly wedded couple! Until one day…
“[y/n]…Honey,” Alfred asked in a wavering voice of concern.
“Why did you put an already baked bun in the oven?”
What did you say, darling?”
“Why did you put a finished bun in the oven?”
“WHAT? BABY I CANT HEAR YOU?!” I screamed over the roar of the vacuum cleaner, giggling the entire time.
“For goodness sakes, WHY IS THERE A BUN IN THE OVEN?!”
I stopped the vacuum and walked over to Alfred and placed my arms around his neck.
“Baby, say that sentence to yourself.”
“What sentence? There’s a bun in the oven-“His eyes grew wide as he stared at me in disbelief.
I grinned as wide as I possibly could and let out a light giggle.
“W-we have a-a …”
“A bun in the oven? Yeah!” I squealed and jumped into his arms as he picked me up and swung me around.
“I’M GONNA BE A DAD! I’M GONNA BE A FATHER!” He screamed into the sky. Thanking his mother for the wonderful gift she gave him. The gift of her people for her memory, the gift of [y/n] for his life, and the gift of their beautiful children for the future of his memory.