Getting to know "Jane"
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Michael's POV
I needed to put her at ease and I couldn't think of anything but had to give it a shot. She was so beautiful that I couldn't think straight. So timid and shy that I wondered what kind of abuse she had suffered. I cleared my throat and began to speak. "So tell me a little about yourself." She nodded at me, cleared her throat and in a small voice said "What would you like to know?" I smiled to myself she was sort of trusting me but not so certain it was the right thing to do. "Well tell me where are you from? Do you have any siblings?" With that her eyes light up. I had touched on the right subject but which one was it? Where she was from or the siblings question. She smiled and told me she was from the San Francisco area in California. She had six brothers all of them were older. Only of them was biological and the other five were adopted. She explained that her parents were told after her brother was born that her mom would never get pregnant again or it would kill both their mother and the baby she was carrying. So her parents decided to go ahead and adopt. They wanted their son to have playmates and siblings. So the next best thing was adoption and they set out to give a home to five lucky boys. Since they had a choice they adopted boys that were their sons age. All the boys got along very well and it was like they were meant to be siblings.
Eleven years after her brother was born, Elizabeth came along as a surprise. She told me that she was the apple of her parents eyes. She was also the apple of her brothers eyes. She was the unexpected miracle in their family and everyone treated her as such. She had never known violence or mistreatment until she had come her. Her eyes grew sad at that last statement.
Elizabeth's POV
He asked me about where I grew up and my brothers. I couldn't help but tell him all about how the doctors told mom she would never have another baby. How mom and dad were so wonderful that they adopted five other boys because they wanted to have a large family. I told him about how eleven years later I was a surprise baby and my mom was advised to abort me because I could end up killing her and I would most definitely die in the process. How mom was able to carry the baby to term and I was born. I told him all about how I was the apple of everyone's eyes. Including my six older brothers. If I fell and got a boo-boo I had many people that were there to kiss it better. I was in every way a little princess. But I wasn't spoiled. Mom and dad didn't want me spoiled. They made sure that I learned to love and respect others. That I knew the value of a dollar and that nothing came for free. But I also knew I was loved and cared for. That there would always be someone there for me when I needed them.
I told him how my brothers had formed their own little rock band and while they weren't famous they still played as far as I knew in the area. How we all loved music and sometimes depending on where the gig was I got to sing with them. I told him how I loved to sing. How I was a soloist in my choir class before having to come here. Then I remember something I had tried so hard to forget. My parents and their death. That's what brought me to this hell hole. I didn't tell him that, I couldn't tell him that because I still felt like it was my fault. I just started crying. The pain came out from deep down inside. I couldn't contain it any longer and I wasn't sure why. The only people on this earth that knew how much I hurt over losing my parents were my brothers. I hurt over losing them as well. I can't contain the guilt of them all being out of my life. If it wasn't for me my parents would still be here and my brothers wouldn't have had to suffer not only the loss of their parents but their little sister. I was so selfish insisting they be home for that final concert. I didn't understand why out of all the people I've come in contact with I was opening up to this man.
I started to cry. Maybe that wasn't the right words for it I was sobbing hard and uncontrollably. The sadness engulfed me stronger than it had ever before. I hope this guy is for real because if this gets back to uncle I'm in some real trouble. I haven't told him anything that uncle didn't already somewhat know so if this is a test at least I won't get beat to bad for saying something I shouldn't. Maybe this was the one that would finally break me because I could feel myself breaking at all the memories. Nobody else had ever asked me about my past and that was the one area of life that could break me. Why did this guy have to ask. Better yet why did I even share with him. I have to control myself better around him. I just need to stop this crying. Suddenly I feel his hands on me and my mind starts to think that it's time for the beating, r****g, whatever torture this guy has in mind to begin. Instead he turns me around to face him and pulls me into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and says "shh I'm sorry I didn't mean to say something that would hurt you." Then he hugs me close to him. I just lose myself in his warmth and compassion and continue to let the tears flow. Let the hurt and the memories out.
Michael's POV
She's crying so hard I just don't know what to do I want to cradle her and love her and stop the tears. This poor woman is broken beyond all belief. She holds herself together really well but deep down she's broken. I can't help myself I pull her into me to embrace the hurt away. I know that it doesn't happen that way but I get the feeling it's been a very long time since she felt anyone embrace her. All I could do was tell her how sorry I was for saying something that made her hurt like this. I didn't want to see her hurt. Deep down inside I had a desire to protect this woman more than any other woman in the world. Oh God I may need to get reassigned. I may be getting too close to the situation. But at the same time I can feel a connection between her and I. She's told me about her past life and it seemed to be the one thing she was fond of. I still need to know more about her. I still want to find out who she is at the core. I still need to know if she is going to help me take down this house and the man that runs it. I still need to make her trust me.
I cup her chin in my hand to lift her face to look at me. Her tear stained cheeks just break my heart. I have to know more about this "jane". Jane what a strange name but it's what we call these women we know nothing about in our line of work. She's not just any ordinary "jane" though. There is something more to this woman. I can see it in her eyes and in her spirit. I can feel it in the very depths of my soul. This woman is getting to me and it totally came from left field. Why this woman of all women? I don't know but my urge to protect her and make her mine is overwhelming. From the moment I laid eyes on her I knew I had to get her away from here. I fell in love with her. I have to mentally slap myself where in the hell did that thought come from. I don't even really know this woman how could I love her?
"What's your name honey? I would like to know who I'm talking to." She looked me in the eye and I almost thought she was going to tell me her real name. But then she smiled weakly and said "they call me moondrop."
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