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| Chapter 12 I was born Kendall Jade Barringer. My parents were both notably wealthy lawyers. The reason they were so wealthy was because they both put their careers first above everything - above themselves and above me. Most of my childhood was spent with a handful of miscellaneous nannies. When I got to be a teenager, I became this rebellious, hard to handle kid. I seemed to make it my life’s work to make my parents miserable. The day that I turned 18, I ran off and got married. I’m not sure whether I really thought that I was in love, or I did it just to spite my parents. In all actuality, the person I hurt the most was myself. Five years later, I’m the wife of the biggest asshole on the planet. It turned out that he was a coke-head who liked to use me as a punching bag. The last time, I ended up the hospital for a week. I never went back. My best friend, Kesha, picked me up from the hospital and I moved in with her. He still harassed me and I ended up putting a restraining order out on him. Things seemed to die down. A year passed and my life was turning around. My parents and I had made up and I had a new boyfriend. Although, my husband refused to sign the divorce papers, I fought it and won, hands down. Once night, my boyfriend, Jason, and I came back to my place after a date. When we reached the door, I could hear Kesha screaming. I fumbled with the door and by the time I made it inside, the quiet was deafening. I called her name, but she didn’t answer. I ran to her room and found her lying in a pool of her own blood. Her eyes were still open but she wasn’t breathing. I started screaming and reached for the phone receiver that dangled from the table beside her bed. But before I could hang it up and dial 911, I felt a tremendous blow to my back. It knocked me to the ground. I tried to get up but was plagued by an excruciating pain and I was finding it hard to breathe. I heard Jason rush into the room. I attempted to scream at him warning him to get help but I was gasping for air as if my lungs were empty. I heard Jason runaway and my attacker gave chase. I could hear the wail of sirens growing close as everything faded to black. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed. I questioned the nurse as to what had happened and she quickly retrieved a police officer who was anxiously awaiting my return to consciousness. The officer explained to me that Kesha, in an attempt to save her own life, had managed to call 911. Though she didn’t save her own life, she had inadvertently saved mine - once again. When I asked him about Jason, he told me that he hadn’t made it. Heartbroken and distraught, I asked the officer to call my parents. With a long face and sorrowful eyes, he informed me that my parents had also been killed. I asked who could have done such a thing and why. The officer told me that they had caught the killer and that it was none other than my ex-husband. I went through two years of trials and extreme counseling. Three weeks before I moved here, he was finally convicted for the murders and sentenced to life without parole. When the bailiffs carried him out of the courtroom, he yelled profanities at me and swore that he would get out one day and finish the job he started. Jeff listened dumb founded as through tears, I told me story. "So know you know. Does it make you feel better?", I asked. "Yeah. At least I understand you a little better now.", he said. I stood up to walk away from him before I completely lost it. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards him, "It’s not your fault, you know - what happened." "Jeff don’t look at me like that.", I scolded. "Like what?", he asked. "Like you pity me. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you.", I said pulling away again. And again, he pulled me back to him. He looked deep into my eyes, "then why did you tell me?" "Cause you’re a fucking pest.", I teased and tried to look away. "I think it’s more like - you trust me.", he said forcing me into his gaze once again, "Don’t you?" "I think you’re stoned, Jeff.", I responded. The look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine as he spoke, "Just quit fighting it, Jade." I tried to play it off like I didn’t know what he was talking about, "Fighting what?" "This.", he said and he pulled me to him enveloping me into a passionate kiss. He released me and I just stared at him blankly. I wanted so badly to fight it, but I didn’t have the strength. I knew he was different, and more than anything, I knew that I wanted to be with him. I grabbed him and kissed him back. One thing led to another and we ended up in the bed together. I gave myself to him completely. It was amazing. Last Chapter ..*.. Next Chapter ..*.. Chapter Index ..*.. Home |