The Runaway Sub. (Book Three)

Chapter 15

Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks.
-Unknown

Jane

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It felt as though I was standing staring off into nothingness for forever and even as some of my family members left I didn't pay them any mind... I couldn't. I felt broken and confused and there was this aching pain in my chest as I didn't know what to do next.

With barely any energy left in me, I pulled myself together and slowly headed back into the house. The only persons I could see were my mom, her best friend and boss as they conversed in the kitchen, oblivious to the broken girl slowly heading up the stairs a mere few feet from them.

I entered my room and quietly closed the door behind me. My eyes wandered to the made bed and my suitcase that laid open alone at the foot of the bed, just how it had been since we arrived.

My mind was telling me that I should just grab my things and leave but my body had, had enough. I sat on the bed, knees brought to my chest as I buried my face in quiet agony. I don't know how long I sat like that and I didn't care to know. The only time I looked up was when I heard my door open and my mom quietly enter.

"Jane?" She knocked gently. "Are you okay? I saw Andy leave."

"He's gone mom." I whispered but stared at my toes instead of her.

"So soon? When is he going to be back?"

"He isn't."

"What do you mean?-"

"We broke up mom."

"Oh honey." She cries as she sits next to me and pulls me into a protective hug. "What happened?"

"We had a fight and he left."

"You had a fight? About what?" She asked concerned.

I wanted to believe she was sympathetic towards me but we all knew she wasn't. She was just sad that he left and I'd have no other choice but to run back to Darcy... a girl.
I tensed as she rubbed soothing circles across my back and to my arm but she didn't seem to notice as she braced her head to mine.

"About... Darcy."

On cue all movements stopped and I felt her tense against me. "Why were you guys arguing about her?" She asked slowly.

"Mom-"

"Please tell me you're not back with her."

Her voice was low but her authoritative words made me all too aware that she was slowly getting angry.

"Mom..." I stopped and took a deep breath just as she released me and turned so she could get a better view of me. "It's complicated. Of course I care about Andy but I lov-"

"No! Stop right there. You do not love this girl. You can't."

"And why can't I?! What's so wrong about being with her? About being in love? All you've ever wanted was for me to be happy, well guess what?! I'm not happy when I'm not with her."

"She's... its..."

Mom sighed and ran a frustrated hand down her face.

"I want to be with her mom."

"Why her? Why her lifestyle?"

"She doesn't hit me-"

"Now!"

"She'll never hit me, mom."

"That's what I said about your father, Jane-"

"There're not the same!"

"Aren't they?! He was a big, scary guy that no one messed with. He was sexy and alluring and all he wanted was me. He made me feel good. He treated me with respect and cherished me and even though my parents warned me about him... I didn't listen. He always made me feel like it would be us against the world."

"Mom." I pleaded brokenly as I could literally feel the pain radiating off her.

"No, you need to know what you're getting yourself into. I married him and that happiness only lasted for two months until he started cheating on me... until he starting beating me-"

"Mom... stop."

"I was 6 months pregnant with your sister and I foolishly thought that could ease his temper but boy was I wrong."

"Mom stop." I pleaded. I was crying now and so was she but she refused to stop talking and the dread and fear I managed to keep down all this time was starting to resurface.

"He beat and beat me till I was practically dying. 6 months pregnant and bleeding to death by my own husband. I lost your sister to that monster and even when I tried to escape, he wouldn't let me."

"Mom." I cried softly as she held both my hands in hers. This was the first time she'd ever talked about her past and the reason behind the surgery scar and I wanted to just throw my arms around her and ball my eyes out.

"Janie, love, you already know how this story ends... but now I've told you how it began. I don't do this to hurt you but to save you."

"She's not like him." I pleaded in some mad attempt to get her to see things my way.

What she went through was crazy and painful and it caused me to hate the man that leant his seed in order to give birth to me, even more.

"Just give it a chance. Give us a chance. Sit down and just talk to her mom, you'll see... she's nothing like him... I promise you."

My mom releases my hands to wipe at her eyes before she laughs awkwardly and stands.

"Okay. I'll set aside a day to talk to you guys and who knows, maybe she's not as bad as my mind makes her out to be."

She kisses my forehead before heading to the door and I couldn't stop myself. I go after her and threw my hands around her waist, engulfing her in a hug.

"I love you mom." I whisper against her shoulder and felt her relax against me.

"I love you sweetie."

I release my hold on her and watch as she goes. With her revelation of her past I could now understand her better and maybe I didn't know why she was so homophobic but at least I knew she was willing to try and change... give us a chance.

I wanted to call Darcy with the good news but I knew she'd still be at work and wouldn't be available probably until tonight since it was already the wee hours of the morning. Sighing, I stripped off my clothes before deciding to take a warm bath.

I'd go see her at her apartment tomorrow night and once my mom doesn't have any other plans, we'd go together.