It has been 5 years since I left Alabama. I finally met a man to marry. I am beginning to write my third book. My last one about the mass slaughter of black people had just released and it was selling very quickly. The wedding is to take place tomorrow. James is a man who every girl dream of, but I’m not sure he’s the right one for me. He doesn’t believe in what I do, but instead, he thinks women should stay home and cook for their men. I invited Keisha and Latanya to the wedding, but I don’t think they can make it. Their race would get them killed. I know exactly what they would say if they were here now, “A man like that does not deserve a beautiful woman like you”. They would be right. I have made my decision, I will call off the wedding first thing tomorrow.…show more content… She had been so excited about the wedding as she sewed a wedding gown for me to wear. I attempted to explain why I was calling off the wedding, but I realized she wouldn’t understand anyway. James’s reaction was far worse. He was furious when I told him and threatened to tell the world that I had written the book against racial segregation. Latanya warned me not to tell him. I should’ve listened, but I thought I was in love with him. I was clearly wrong. I am safe here, but if the police in Alabama found out, they would go after everyone who helped me start this campaign, including Latanya and Keisha.
I haven’t heard from James in five days until I woke up this morning to the sound of banging on my door. I was terrified. I’ve never heard anyone knock that loudly before. I ran down to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife I found. I walked slowly towards the door, staying away from the windows.
“Isabella!” The voice sounded familiar, but I could not figure out who it was. “Open up Isabella. Please!” Cried the person, desperation in her
