Promises Of The Stars

I can't get it out of my mind. The smell of the pair together makes my stomach boil and spin in ways it never does. I mean I shouldn't even be writing in this, but Miss Jo and I, well Miss Jo really wanted to right this book. Wanted to do something different, by having a slave and mistress write together. As scandalous as this would be it doesn't really bother me though. I've always been able to read and write, since I was small child. I'm a prodigy, they say. Smarter than anyone else even Miss Jo, but I can't be can I? A slave, but not just a slave, but a slave child but not just any slave child, a slave girl, with the ability to read and write. At most I should be able to think basic things, you know be able to cook, take care of whoever, work with who ever, sleep with who ever Master William says to. That last thing I mentioned it scares me. I know what I, as young omega woman, am suppose to do. I mean it's happened to all the omegas in my family, male and female. It's damn near just expected, as much as the sunrise is suppose to happen. I've always wondered what has spared me from it, at 20 this should have happened a while ago. But it didn't. You must be wondering why it didn't happened, I know I do. I would like to say it's because of Miss Jo. But my mind says it wasn't her, but instead it was just Master William didn't allow anything to happen to me, or at least I guess. I've never been taken any of the guest rooms, or down into the underground parlor rooms, where the alphas and beta men, go to hang out after one of the parties. I always go home to my parents or sleep in the nursery next to Miss Jo's room. I probably should tell you about the nursery, but I'll get to that when I get to Claudia. Or maybe I should let Miss Jo tell you that. Anyway I've always known my place, and that means that anything out of it like being a prodigy, has to be kept quiet. And the fact that this is being done at all is criminal. Well, the letting me write part, no one taught me how to read or write, I just know, so on that aspect there's nothing to worry about. Anyway back to why my stomach is still turning sideways.

Miss Lilly and Ally.

There I said, well wrote it. Miss Lilly and Ally were our closest friends. Miss Lilly was a pretty young woman, fierce in every way, yet gentle and soft-hearted romantic too. She was suppose to marry Billy Carson. And while my personal opinion and disdain of him is best left unsaid. He was kind, and caring to Miss Lilly, anyhow. He tried to be her world. I wonder if he knew. Anyway he was what was expected, a strong beta gentleman, and she a strong (just not like a man) yet soft and caring beta woman. They were a match made in heaven.
And then there was Ally, short for Alistair. Alistair was an omega servant, there are few beta and omega females, here in Levin. At least half of us live here at Sunfield, with the nearly the other half at Simple Harvest.  The rest are scattered and few between the rest of the plantations around here. And this is were Alistair comes in, he was a male omega servant for Miss Lilly. Treated her the way he should, with respect and dignity, doing every single wish as if it came from the lips of a dying mate. Maybe that was their down fall. 
To make a long story short, they ended having sex, a lot. Including when Ally was having his heat, and one thing lead to another and Miss Lilly and Ally had made a bond. Know from what I know, Bill had to have know, there's know way he wouldn't. You're intended that you're living with doesn't just have a bond mark and you don't know it.¹ Anyway it dissolve into a bunch of craziness, and Ally and Miss Lilly were hung. That was about one and a half weeks ago. And their bodies as still there smelling, rotting, and half-eaten. 

And I know your next question is where those bodies are, and why I've seen them. The bodies are hanging from a tree that's deep enough in the forest that most people who live in Levin, would forget about it once they reach home, but noticeable enough that if anyone dared to leave, they would be reminded of what happens when you step out of line. I can hear your next question, "What was I doing out there?".  Simple, I was accompanying Miss Jo and her brother, Mister Collins and his very pregnant wife, Miss Sarah, to the Milan county shopping area. Where various fruits sellers, slavers, and shops were. 

Nothing eventfull happened in the market. Just said "HI" to people and asked for things Miss Jo forgot for, and well... that's that. I helped Miss Jo shopped. Well except one thing. I suppose it's time to tell you about the horse.

Well technically horses.

We were in the open market buying fruit from a stall as a man was pulling a pair of horses down the road. I turned and left in the direction of the horses. It was one of those times where my omega instincts had taken over my survival instincts. I should have turn tail, and ran right next to Miss Jo's side, but I didn't. Instead I ran towards the horses, apples in hand and fed them. I shouldn't have feed them, I shouldn't have walked over to them but alas I did.

I remember their breath on my hands as they tickled them. They, the horses, enjoyed the apples they were given.

"Who the hell are you!?"

It was like being doused with water to force to wake up someone from a dream. Disorientation was the only feeling I knew, and words were useless. For all I knew words were figments of my imagination.

"Sir...I..."

 His hand was on my shoulder and he whipped me around. His other hand flew into an arc, and was going to come crashing down.

"Don't you dare hit her!"

Miss Jo's voice ran out. It wasn't the typical sound of how Miss Jo sound but deeper and more gravelly. A frown was on her face and her hands on her hips, her eyes were a shiny, metallic red.

"O-Of course, miss." 

The man shied away from her and tossed me in to her arms.

"Would you like the horses?" He asked her, an appeasement.

"Certainly." Miss Jo said, her frown becoming a smile.

During the wagon ride home. Mister Collins, scolded the pair of us. And said that tomorrow morning we were going to have a talk with Master William and Mistress Ruth. 

And so I write in this book with my thoughts lingering on Miss Lilly and Ally. Miss Jo's eyes, I saw them turn red. Not the silver they were suppose to. I don't know how far in the future you maybe reading this or where in the world you may live. I know that many cultures react differently to a beta woman reacting the way Miss Jo did to me, an omega woman but here you'll end up like Miss Lilly and Ally. And thus why my thoughts keep coming back to them. 

Footnotes: 

¹The Carsons were living with the Jackson at this time.