Falling For The Undercover Detective

Do You Trust Me?

Elizabeth's POV

He spun me around and I couldn't help it I was still smiling inside about how he slammed the door on uncle.  Nobody, not even his best johns had ever done that to him.  Uncle would have been through the roof if they had.  I knew in my heart that I could tell this guy anything and he would listen.  I could tell him anything and it wouldn't get back to uncle.  He was studying my face intently and I wasn't sure why but it didn't make me nervous.  I made me comfortable.  It was like he liked what he was looking at and not in the way the other leeches that are clients looked at me.  He genuinely liked me which is funny because I am falling for this guy and have only known him a short time.

"So where were we?" I asked.  His face got all conflicted and there was a wariness that fell on his face.  "You don't have to continue your story if you don't want to.  I talked to a few women that have escaped from here and they knew about you.  The things they have told me. All  I can say is I'm so sorry you had to endure that pain."  I smiled at him. "I have to tell you.  If not you then who can I tell it to.  It's past the time of me being able to let someone else know.  I need to trust you completely and the only way that is going to work is if I tell you the whole story."  He nodded his head in understanding.  With that simple gesture I was able to gather my courage once again and start with my story.

"I told you how I loved music in school.  Well what I didn't tell you was about the worst day in my life." The tears were starting to fill my eyes as I was remembering that day.  "It was just over five years ago.  I woke up to voices in the living room of the house I lived in with my parents.  I was confused because for the longest time it had just been my parents and myself.  My brothers had all moved out of the house by this time.  My oldest brother and the one I'm biologically related to sat on my bed.  I remember being so pissed off at him that he was waking me up so early in the morning.  I still had a few hours to sleep before I was going to get up and make breakfast for mom, dad and myself.  It was the day of my last concert at school and I had a huge solo that I was going to do.  I had been working on it for months. What mom and dad didn't know was that I was dedicating the song to them.

Larry asked me to come to the living room because 'they had something to tell me'.  I was confused as to the they he was talking about but from the sounds of it everyone was at the house.  I told him that I would be out in just a minute.  He left the my room, I stretched and grumbled at the early hour.  I found my robe and my slippers and put them on.  I made my way to the living room when I overheard one of my brothers say something about my parents being dead.  I blacked out and fell to the floor.  My heart stopped, my world crashed.  I wasn't even sixteen yet and my parents were dead."  I took a deep breath and shuddered.  I felt his arms around my shoulders.  He didn't say a word but the warmth from his embrace gave me the strength to go on with my story.

"Mom and dad had been killed in a huge freeway accident.  They weren't the only ones killed that day, but they were the ones that counted in my world.  I couldn't help myself.  I told my brothers that it was my fault that they had died. My brothers were confused and I explained to them that mom and dad weren't supposed to be coming home until the next day but I threw a fit about them being home that day.  It was the last concert and I had a solo for them.  It was important to me that they were there and I couldn't exactly tell them why without ruining the surprise.  I'm sure if I would have told them before the trip they wouldn't have went.  But they hadn't been away anywhere in such a long time.  I threw a fit and they changed their plans for me."  With that I burst into sobs.  Long heart wrenching sobs I couldn't help them and I couldn't hold them back.  His embrace just grew tighter on me and I found myself leaning into it.  It was comforting and I couldn't explain it.  My brothers had all tried to hug me and tell me it wasn't my fault and while their embraces were warm and loving it didn't feel the same way.  

"After the shock of finding out my parents were dead we had a lot of things to do.  Thankfully my brothers were eleven years older than I was and handled it all.  They asked my opinion on a few things but I was so hurt, confused and numb that I didn't contribute to much.  I sang my solo for them at their funeral.  I don't know how I got through it but I did.  I could feel them smiling down at me.  We met a lot of people that day.  But the one that stuck out the most to me was meeting my uncle from my mother's side of the family for the first time.  He gave me the creeps.  He smiled at me and told me that I was as beautiful as my mother was when she was my age.  When I asked him who he was he informed me that he was my mother's older brother and he was so sorry that we had to meet under these circumstances.  He gave me the creeps something awful.  When I later told my brother's about the encounter they all got silent.  The looks on their faces were telling me there was something to be worried about."

I sighed, took in a deep breath and knew I had to go on.  I lived through the hardest part of that story.  Now to continue with the nightmare.  "My brother Larry told me that because mom and dad were dead that my uncle had filed for custody of me under some obscure law.  Because Larry was the only blood sibling he had to go to court and fight my uncle so that he couldn't take me to the reservation to live with him.  I remember screaming at them telling them that I wasn't going to go. I was so angry with them for even thinking that I would willingly go. I remember telling them that I had a choice.  I remember them telling me I didn't have a choice because in the eyes of the law I was still a minor.  That hopefully the judge that heard the case would take my opinion into consideration when making the decision but there was a very good chance I was going to have to go and live with him until I was at least eighteen. Well, the judge didn't take into consideration my opinion and stated that since I didn't know any of the cultural heritage and my brother didn't know any of it that the only person who could teach me was my uncle. The judge also went on to say a few other things that my brothers didn't tell me about but I had heard enough. I was angry and didn't want to listen to any more and as far as I was concerned nobody cared about me.  I had to come here to live.  I arrived on my sixteenth birthday. What a birthday present.  He was all smiles and oozing hospitality with me and my brother Larry while he was here helping me get my stuff out of the car.  As soon as Larry left though he started hitting me and telling me the rules to the house.  I kept my fighting spirit for a while as in my mind I only had to endure this for two years and I would be free.  Little did I know that eighteen would end one nightmare and start another."  Michael then looked at me and said "I'm so sorry that you went through that at such an early age.  I hope that it wasn't to much for you.  I know there is more to your story and you've been crying the whole time so this time I'm not going to hurt you.  Your face is red enough with tears, your body is weak from the emotions he will believe that I have tortured you.  My question to you is this do you trust me?"  I nodded and said "yes for some reason that I can't quite put my finger on I trust you. I don't know you that well but I trust you with every fiber of my being.  I will continue my story next time.  Whatever you have done I can't thank you enough.  He left me alone yesterday.  For the first time in five years I feel safe."