They took your brother away,Page.(Page's Pov)

Mr. Smith declared that we were the last slaves he was selling at that time. And that, when a business goes up, he could bring in more slaves. He added that machines were not introduced to work in place of humans making only skilled labor required.

" The state's officials are no longer easy to bride. They required a hefty sum of money." He announced to us one day when we were assembled.

My mother, Victoria as she was called by the masters was asked to work at Mr.smith's house for a while leaving me alone to work alongside other kids in the miles. Healthy and older kids were allowed to work alongside the adults whiles the younger ones were sold or just killed as soon as they were born. Dogs were released on others too to feed on when they are found. However, the mothers didn't stop making babies, after all, the masters couldn't leave them alone. And this happened to my mother too with our master

One day, I was asked to go to Mr. Smith's house to help my mother with some services

It looks like our master was expecting someone...my mother asked me to go and sleep since she wasn't done with her service and it was late I went to the storehouse and lay on the floor and slept tiredly however...

" Get off me, you dirty creature! " Mr. Smith fired at my mom. They were positioned such that he was on top of her. I heard him scream from the storehouse. I got up from the floor and walked closer to the door. Slap, slap, and another slap.

"Get out of here this minutes before I kill you! " his wife screamed like a crazy woman. Well, our mistress whom we didn't know came home unexpectedly. Victoria runs to join me in the storehouse. She lifted me and we both went to bed on the floor. That night she pulled me closer to herself on the floor" come closer" she said and I obeyed. She couldn't cry maybe, I didn't know why. The only sound I heard from her was a song he was humming.

Our lives changed drastically or perhaps I got my head swallowed by the favors we got from Mr. Smith. I had to go to the plantation, and the mines and render services alone to people that hired me while my mom was asked to serve Mrs. Smith. There wasn't a single day that my mom's body didn't get designed. There was no day that she wasn't whipped with that bullwhip or slapped. This made her fall sick frequently maybe...or?

Three months later, her baby bump was showing no matter how she tries to hide it by tieing it with a cloth. On the other hand, our mistress persisted in us being sold.

" Get rid of her" she could burst out angrily at Mr. Smith anytime she sets her eyes on her.

" I'll darling.. just wait for summer when new slaves arrive" he could plead. Standing a bit far from her husband, she could fold her arms and hiss from time to time.

"I hear" she could at least say.

"You know it isn't easy to get slaves nowadays..." He could go on to persuade her.

"I don't care! Just get rid of her as soon as possible " she said and as usual, walked out on him. she even required that we were locked and fed twice a week. One night as we were sleeping in the storehouse where most of the slaves slept and others at the mines or rendering services with supervision for some time whiles the other two we came with were sleeping in the kitchen. I heard the door slowly open and the next thing I knew was someone tip-toeing toward us.

My mom woke up as well. "Shh.." he said putting his finger on his lips demonstrating what he intended my mom to do. She got up immediately from the floor.

" What do you want Sir?" She asked looking scared.

" I miss you," he said and started touching her rudely but my mom moved away from him. He grabbed her by the arm and made her looked at her in the face

" Dregs of human... You're my property! " He glared at her. Victoria started shaking and sobbing.

"Lie down, Victoria" he ordered pointing a gun to the floor. That beast didn't care about me watching. He tore her dress and covered her mouth from screaming.

" Keep quiet, so you hear me?" He said pointing the gun to her head this time around and she nodded with tears rolling down her face. I curled in a ball at the corner of the room. My knees were up and I had my head on it crying. He raped her and she was eight months pregnant!

Mr. Smith's kids were girls. Oh, they were such a headache. They made me do kinds of stuff that dehumanized me. They could order me to position myself as a dog as they fed me on the floor. My mom on the other hand was working hard doing house chores and receiving slaps and beatings from the mistress.

" And what are you still doing on the floor?" She asked after pushing her to the floor.

" Ouch, ouch .." she cried in pain. Victoria who never complained or cry when maltreated couldn't take it anymore.

"What's it?" Mrs. Smith asked a bit alarmed because her husband didn't want to lose any slaves, especially now he was about to have two. He planned on selling the baby to someone. Gifty and Katerina, the other two American slaves only stood there watching. There was and is something wrong with the black color, the white slaves did the 'neat jobs' whiles we did the dirty ones. What am I even saying? There's something wrong with the white man's head. How could they save their own?

I couldn't see my mom for a while until she came to the storeroom late that very day. I got upset. She came without a baby, meanwhile, her big Tommy had disappeared. Her dress was stained with so much blood and she couldn't stop crying. I run to her immediately after I saw her enter.

" They took your brother away, Page !" She yelled in tears and so much pain not only from childbirth but also from whips. Falling into my small arms causing us to almost crush on the floor. She felt weak and her eyes were red.

Earlier on, Mrs. Smith was asked to take the baby but she disgustingly refused.

" C'mon, my children are girls.." Mr. Smith said but received a slap.

"What's society going to say? Especially my family and friends when they find this odd child among my children" she explained causing Mr. Smith to reason somehow.

"Sure .." he added thoughtfully. " It isn't bad like before the early 1820s" he could add.

"Aww.. he's so cute. He got a nice nose and looks like..." His eldest daughter said looking at the baby's face and then that of his father.

"Looks like what? " The mother said moving closer to the baby.

" Stop admiring him, he's just another monkey who could end up looking just like his people" she scorned her daughter.

" I know what to do give me the baby" she requested and my mom obeyed.

Moving closer to his wife, Mr. Smith whispered" we only agreed to sell the baby if he's not cute but.." not cute means black. His wife turned to glare at him.

"I didn't leave Page. I couldn't even though I was whipped by the master " she said crying her heart out.

" They gave him to a certain woman with a scarf covering her face. I could only see her eyes," she said demonstrating what the woman looked like as she moved her hands over her head. I couldn't get much of what she was saying but as time went by I got it because she couldn't stop talking about my little brother. I came back from my visit to the past. I do that a lot nowadays and I couldn't tell why. I looked at my husband who was writing something in his diary and smiled.

" Talking about forgiveness.." I was going to ask about his family when something caught my attention. I saw the man from my dreams. He was still having the cloth on his shoulder.

"Yes.." Dave asked without removing his eyes from the dairy but I couldn't reply.

"What's it dear?" He asked removing his eyes from me and looking in the direction I was staring at. I couldn't answer. I felt a presence and I was so cold that I started to shake.

" Hey," Dave said standing next to me and taking the cup from me. He took me from the dining hall into the bedroom. He laid me down to rest not before giving me a glass of water.

" I saw him, " I said soon after drinking the water.

"Saw who?" He asked gently.

"The man from my dream" I replied bluntly

"Shh.. " he said wanting me to rest.

He later could Miles to find out if my reaction was due to pregnancy.

" It could be the pregnancy...but ask her gently" I could hear his voice from the other side of the telephone.

" Ohk" Dave replied

"Where's she?" Miles asked

"She's sleeping" he replied but my eyes were only closed.