ALL SKINFOLK AIN’T KINFOLK

ON A MISSION

Unfortunately, as I was in the process of untying my feet, which was a little more difficult.

The alarm on my pocket watch went off, and I hurriedly pulled it out of my pocket in an attempt to silence it. I stopped the alarm and took the time to rub on it three times. I finished my silent prayer but the last three words I spoke out loud, “Get me out of here!”

At the same time, I heard her brother enter through the back door to the kitchen. In addition, old man Slater, a retired police officer, yelled for them to send me out and surrender that police were on the way.

I saw a big bright light appear before me and a portal opened. My great, great-grandmother Dora walked out, pulled out a knife and freed me. Then, we walked back into the portal. I didn’t know who she was at first, but I felt instantly safe with her. Besides, she felt vaguely familiar.

Furthermore, if I am being truly honest, anywhere else, in my opinion, at the time was better than sticking around my grandmother’s house.

She took me back to her personal slave quarters in Rappahannock, Virginia during 1792, a two-bedroom log cabin on the far westside of the plantation hidden away from the big house.

She informed me that as a daughter of a Moor and free black woman. She had been stolen from her parents, but not before her father had imparted great wisdom and magical abilities. She had kept this watch as her last remaining artifact of her previous life.

She used it to travel through time and to help her offspring, children, children, children, children that came from her union with her Slave Master Edmund Lewis Amiss. Plus, when she needed to get away from his jealous wife Beth Amiss at times.

She told me when she first arrived at his plantation in the summer of 1777, she hated him and everything to do with being a slave. She plotted to escape. Nevertheless, he pursued her relentlessly for a year.

She fell in love with him and agreed to stay by his side as long as their children would be automatically granted their freedom along with money to ensure a better life. He kept his promise, even had them privately tutored and given plots of his land under the pretense they were just sharecroppers to ensure their safety against jealous whites.

She taught me how to travel through time successfully, so I did and never looked back.

Now as I sit in this pub after successfully helping to free seven black men, five black women and four Irish women making sure they arrived safely in Canada away from the threat of recapture. I have gone on over fifty Freedom Missions during my time-travel adventure. I am known as Lady Eve to many in this time period.

After listening to the two British men, I tried to think back to what would be good time periods to reenter my life. My great, great, great mother Dora said I had to go back to that moment in time when she pulled me out. Unfortunately, I couldn’t alter the events that had happened too far to the point of creating a new event to happen. I couldn’t possibly stop them from holding me hostage.

However, I could go back in time to do little, small things to ensure I survived the ordeal. In addition, the moment I went back to that time when I was still tied up to the chair, my pocket watch would disappear and return to her.

I will never be able to travel through time again. However, I would retain all my memories of all my experiences during that time.

So, I went back in time and got video footage of the time all three confessed everything they ever did to me in my grandmother’s home with no remorse. I snuck around obtaining evidence of every past evil and cruel deed that would hold up in a court of law.

Lastly, I installed cameras outside and inside of my grandmother’s home along with a few handguns hidden all throughout the home. In the process, I did confirm that they never had a s****l affair with each other. He did in fact view her as a wounded bird. His little sister needed help and guidance in his mind.

However, as far as I am concerned, they had an emotional affair. He put another woman before me. When he promised to prioritize me first, along with our family. He promised before God and our family and friends twice to love, honor and protect me. Something he failed to do miserably in my outright opinion.

So, I went back to that moment in 2014. I made my chair fall over. I dragged myself over to the couch. I grabbed a handgun. I had hidden under the couch.

As the brother and sister duel ran into the living room to see what the noise was, I shot them both in the ankle.

Instantly, they dropped to their knees screaming in pain, as Mr. Slater rushed in. He helped me get free from the remaining restraints. He secured the crime scene till the police and the emergency medical team arrived. The medical team treated everyone before transporting us to the hospital.

My soon- to- be father-in-law arrived as I was being put in the ambulance, and he rode with me to the hospital holding my hand. The entire time, he reassured me that everything would be okay.

I gave the police a full report. I informed them of my desire to press charges fully against them for attempted murder.

The federal and state prosecutors both showed up at the hospital. I was able to provide them with all my evidence. They were impressed with all my documented daily account of the ongoing harassment and stalking I had endured by them.

They even informed me they had enough to press charges on my husband, my father as well as my stepmother.

So, when all three showed up shortly afterward along with my uncle and his family. My father-in-law punched his son. He told Dylan, he was ashamed of him and would never forgive Dylan for allowing those evil people close enough to hurt me, again. My father, along with my stepmother, demanded to speak with me to clear up this misunderstanding.

They were arrested and charged that night. They were released on bail a week later but ordered not to come anywhere near me. My stepmother violated that order and was sent back to jail to await trial.

My husband tried through mutual friends to get me to forgive him and help him save his career along with his relationship with his father.

I refused, just wanting to be left alone and given my divorce. They tried to make me feel guilty. When it didn’t work, he started sending flowers and gifts to win me back. I had them returned or I threw them away.

My father had his attorney contact me to offer me a large sum of money to agree to drop everything. I refused the offer. I wanted justice for everything I had suffered and refused to be brought off.

My siblings were held without bail due to being in violation of the restraining order and their probation.

I moved to Newark as planned. I came back seven months later to attend the trial. The sibling duo were sentenced to fifty years in prison. The state attorney had tried to get life in prison but wasn’t able to get that for me.

My stepmother was sentenced to nine years in prison for all her past crimes against me. My father was sentenced to three years on probation since he technically wasn’t an active party in the crimes against me.

My ex-husband, Dylan, made a deal to testify against them and grant my divorce. Also, he agreed to take sensitive training along with DV training in order to stay in the force. He agreed to stay away from me for three years and not violate the restraining order.

Those three years went by fast. I stayed in contact with my ex-father-in-law a little. He was a good guy. Of course, with my real friends in Texas along with my Uncle Ricky and his family. My grandmother’s old home sold for a nice profit.