Revolutionary Love {The Patriot Fanfiction} Part 1

Chapter 2 ~ South Carolina

There was a small voice in a hushed tone next to where I lay, sounding as if it belonged to a child. At this, I moved about some, eliciting a groan to softly escape my lips.

"Father do you think she is awaking?" Came the voice of the child as I heard shuffling beside the bed. 

"I do believe so. Go fetch Abigail will you Nathan?"

I heard the soft sound of feet running out of the room and I began to wonder now if opening my eyes would be a good thing. I could almost bet my mom was out in the hall losing her mind while my dad was awaiting to question me. But through those thoughts I realized I didn't hear any of the typical sounds that belonged to a hospital. There weren't any machine noises or rather, any voices either that would cluster the halls. To confirm my formulating conclusion, I moved my limp arm a little and I felt nothing attached to me.  

Thank god. Maybe I'm not as injured as I thought. 

The distant scent of pine trees caused my nose to perk up as my eyes opened instantly, but I wasn't met with the sight of a white hospital room. Instead, I was met with a ray of sunlight creeping into the room through thin red curtains. There were no machines and it even lacked lamps. There were a few candles around the room but not even a single electrical outlet.  

Where was I?  

"Ah, nice to finally see you are well enough to wake." A rather deep voice from my side remarked. I turned my head just a little and my eyes went wide. The man residing at my bedside, with his dark brown hair pulled back low at the nape of his neck whilst in clothes one would find from the colonial period, was allowing his eyes to search me with caution. 

I looked down quickly to my left arm where there was a sort of white fabric wrapped around it. I saw myself still wearing my jeans and my blouse. My right hand instantly, and discreetly, patted my pocket - feeling my iPod and headphones.  

"Ma'am, did you hear me?" 

His voice shattered through my dazed thoughts. I looked to him responsively and gave a small shake of my head.  

"I said that you took quite a fall out in the fields. My sons, Thomas and Gabriel, found you unconscious." I looked to him with raw confusion. Where my car was hit there weren't any fields for miles, even outside of Vegas - unless he meant the desert. I looked past the man and out the window and noted that I was very far from home - trees going on for miles in the distance.

"I-I'm sorry... I seem to have forgotten... what year is it?" There was no way to sound normal asking such a question and I tried not to sound too odd but he furrowed his brows in confusion before simply leaning back slightly in his seat.  

"It's 1775... do you know where you are or what the month is?" 

I shook my head at this and I watched as he nodded, almost as if he understood. 

"Well it's November 1775 and you're in South Carolina." He gave me a kind, reassuring smile as shock coursed through me.  

My hands began to feel numb.

1775... South Carolina...

Time travel wasn't possible... going into the past wasn't possible... this had to be a dream... but everything was blurry, even my memory. "I'm sorry, I have not introduced myself yet," he tried to break the awkward silence between us. "My name is Benjamin Martin, and your name is?" 

Slowly and with careful ease, I managed to sit up, my back pressed against the head board of the bed. "Hope... Hope Forrester." I tried to smile once I had finally replied to the man as my eyes darted around the room.  

"Ah, well Miss Forrester, I shall bid farewell for now and leave Abigail to attend to you." At Benjamin's words, a dark skinned woman entered the room and smiled a small smile as Benjamin stood and made his way over to the door before stopping and looking to me with an almost fatherly concerned look. "If you feel well enough, I would like you to hopefully eat something."

He gave a reasurring smile as he then exited the room. 

 The woman ran her hands across her smock and introduced herself to me as Abigail and I took it that she was a housekeeper.  

Sitting up more, I decided to press my luck with questions. "How long was I unconscious?" 

Abigail pulled open the large wardrobe in the corner of the room and I saw many dresses. She walked back over to me and looked at my clothing before meeting my eyes.

"Child you had us worried. You were unconscious for a good month and Lord knows what happened." Abigail sighed and helped me out of the bed, having helped get me up to my feet. I groaned internally but sighed when my left arm stopped moving. I was just so sore. "Now what exactly are you wearing Miss Forrester? I have never seen this sort of clothing."  

Abigail's look of confusion at my clothing was priceless. "New style?" I offered. 

"Where exactly from?" 

"Ugh... New York, ma'am." I was quick to answer.

She merely laughed though and walked back to the lightly colored wooden wardrobe. I watched as she pulled out a corset. I had never worn one but according to random shows on the History Channel and books, those things could suffocate a woman. Along with it she pulled out a light yellow dress with a flower pattern upon the fabric.  "These here were once Miss Elizabeth's dresses. Benjamin's late wife." Abigail remarked, again with a sigh. 

The wound must have been fresh still of the loss, and I gave a sympathetic yet small smile. "She must have been a beautiful and kind woman." 

"Indeed she was..." Abigail replied as she placed out the pieces of clothing. "These here were to be saved for Benjamin's daughters, however he wished that they be for you as long as you need."

Abigail treated me as if she were my mother and noticed I hadn't the slightest idea of what to do with the clothes she handed me and the same was likewise with her because she didn't know what to do with my clothes I handed her. She placed my folded jeans and faded blouse in the wardrobe and I silently hoped my iPod was ok. She luckily didn't see me in my matching dark purple undergarments though as I slipped into the dress, ignoring the 'underwear' of their day and putting it away without her knowledge. 

After a good thirty minutes my corset and dress had been tied around my figure. The corset made me seem a lot slimmer but it was slightly difficult to breathe as Abigail had me sit in front of the white vanity mirror beside the window. That's where Abigail began to pull and tug at my unruly hair that hung in ringlets around my face, stopping at my shoulders. "Miss Forrester, is your mother or father of color? My apologies it is not in my right to ask, however-"

"No, it's alright..." I interrupted, smiling up to her in the mirror. It was an obvious trait of mine, as I was indeed the child of an interracial coupling between my mother, an Irish-American woman, and an African American father. I had naturally curly hair that I straightened far too often and a sort of complexion that could almost pass for white but not quite.

"Ah, you truly are even more unique then. I am sure that you are aware that there are not many who have both a colored parent and a white parent here in these parts of the colonies." I simply nodded in hopes that I wouldn't blow my cover that I wasn't even from this millennium. With that though Abigail tugged again at my hair and managed to brush out the tight curls and turn them into shining ones, pinning up my hair soon after.