me for it and so I kept quiet; I never told anyone. He didn’t touch me again for two years. Then -“ my eyes started to water and Jared held me close while I mumbled into his chest “ he made her watch, it was my fifteenth birthday, he hit my mother over and over again, broke her ribs and her ankle, she had blood all over her and he tied her to a chair in the corner of my room; he told her how he had me two years ago and my mother shouted that he was my father; at first he was shocked and then he grinned and made her watch while I cried out for her; while he raped me again, he raped me three times in one night while all my mother could do was watch. When it was over he left the house and I helped my mum, called the police and they arrested him… he was given five years, he will be out in two weeks.” I felt as fresh tears sobbed out of me, he held me so close, we were so broken and we both knew that now. We had to be okay and we could help each other do that, he held me and stroked my hair, telling me over and over that it would be okay and then he made me look him deep in the eyes and held my face there.
“Melissa, I … I love you” he almost whispered, my mouth dropped open and then I smiled, he kissed my lips softly for a second
“I love you too, Jared.” With that he scooped me up into his arms and took me to his bed; he placed me lightly and I thought and wanted him to be inside me; instead he just laid there with me; cuddling me, telling me all the reasons he loved me until I fell asleep.
When I woke up he was gone and replaced by a note.
You looked beautiful sleeping; I had to go in early for work, help yourself to anything you want. Eric will pick you up as usual.
All my love
Your Jared.
I smiled at the note, so content, I heard a buzzing and looked for my phone; when I realised it was coming from Jared’s trouser pocket; he had left his phone by accident. I went to go put it on cancel and answered it by accident.
“Umm hello; Jar- Mr. Edges phone may I take a message” I said scrambling for words
“Oh, hello. Is Jared available? I’m meeting him today in about an hour… It’s Caitlin”
My mouth went dry, he left our bed to meet with her; I decided to dig a little
“Yes Caitlin, I have his diary here however he hasn’t written what the meeting is in regards to; I am his assistant; I can get a message to him” I heard her laugh a little down the phone.
“Dear, I’m not a client; I am a … friend” she laughed at friend and my stomach clenched, I wanted to be sick.
“I will see him in an hour; no point telling him I called, have a nice day, sorry I didn’t catch your name, dear”
“Oh; Melissa” I automatically wished she hadn’t asked; I couldn’t lie
“Have a nice day Melissa” she said it like it was a private joke and she hung up.
I got to work; feeling a lot glummer than I did when I woke up, I should have pressed more about Caitlin, I trusted if it was important he would have told me but he didn’t; I didn’t understand why, what did she have over him.
I went to my office and looked through the massive collection of CDs, flash drives and other items with MP3 music on them; I had an email telling me to listen to as many as possible, most will not spark anything but some might and to keep the ones I thought had potential. Surprisingly most were covers of songs. I listened to about ten and then I got to a man singing Woodkid Run Boy Run; the voice was brilliant; he sang it brilliantly and I listened to it a few times, and made a note of his name. He was definitely worth a meeting. Then I got to a girl who was singing an original piece.
Tears flood in you
your eyes burning
your heart scars with my name scratched deep
My face is gone
my heart betrayed by your lullabies
I’m a shadow of a girl inside
Hands are touching you
nothing takes the place of you
Heart wrench, weeps goodbye
Lullabies, beautiful and trusting
Barely breathing as they break
“Melissa, I … I love you” he almost whispered, my mouth dropped open and then I smiled, he kissed my lips softly for a second
“I love you too, Jared.” With that he scooped me up into his arms and took me to his bed; he placed me lightly and I thought and wanted him to be inside me; instead he just laid there with me; cuddling me, telling me all the reasons he loved me until I fell asleep.
When I woke up he was gone and replaced by a note.
You looked beautiful sleeping; I had to go in early for work, help yourself to anything you want. Eric will pick you up as usual.
All my love
Your Jared.
I smiled at the note, so content, I heard a buzzing and looked for my phone; when I realised it was coming from Jared’s trouser pocket; he had left his phone by accident. I went to go put it on cancel and answered it by accident.
“Umm hello; Jar- Mr. Edges phone may I take a message” I said scrambling for words
“Oh, hello. Is Jared available? I’m meeting him today in about an hour… It’s Caitlin”
My mouth went dry, he left our bed to meet with her; I decided to dig a little
“Yes Caitlin, I have his diary here however he hasn’t written what the meeting is in regards to; I am his assistant; I can get a message to him” I heard her laugh a little down the phone.
“Dear, I’m not a client; I am a … friend” she laughed at friend and my stomach clenched, I wanted to be sick.
“I will see him in an hour; no point telling him I called, have a nice day, sorry I didn’t catch your name, dear”
“Oh; Melissa” I automatically wished she hadn’t asked; I couldn’t lie
“Have a nice day Melissa” she said it like it was a private joke and she hung up.
I got to work; feeling a lot glummer than I did when I woke up, I should have pressed more about Caitlin, I trusted if it was important he would have told me but he didn’t; I didn’t understand why, what did she have over him.
I went to my office and looked through the massive collection of CDs, flash drives and other items with MP3 music on them; I had an email telling me to listen to as many as possible, most will not spark anything but some might and to keep the ones I thought had potential. Surprisingly most were covers of songs. I listened to about ten and then I got to a man singing Woodkid Run Boy Run; the voice was brilliant; he sang it brilliantly and I listened to it a few times, and made a note of his name. He was definitely worth a meeting. Then I got to a girl who was singing an original piece.
Tears flood in you
your eyes burning
your heart scars with my name scratched deep
My face is gone
my heart betrayed by your lullabies
I’m a shadow of a girl inside
Hands are touching you
nothing takes the place of you
Heart wrench, weeps goodbye
Lullabies, beautiful and trusting
Barely breathing as they break
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