The Diary Of Jane

And I Was Saved

                                                                       Jane

     The beating today was really bad. My rips are having a hard time healing, when he just keeps hitting me. He broke two more this morning before school, and I know for a fact he re-broke one from a few months ago. I can barley breath anymore, and I know that this abuse isn't good for the baby.

     That's a problem too. I'm starting to show. Anna still has her clothes from when she was pregnant with Amy, and I think I know where a few of mom's old ones are. There's not a whole lot of food for me at the house, so how am I supposed to have enough for another person? It's ok though. I'll figure it out.

     There's only a little bit of school left, and then I'll be out of here. I don't know where I can take Tyler and I, but I'll figure it all out when the time comes. i will take care of him and my baby. This baby isn't even born yet, and I already love it with everything that I have. I'm at my special spot under my willow tree and I know that if I have a girl, I'm going to name her Willow.

     And when we run away, when she's old enough to understand, I'm going to tell her what really happened that day. I'll show her the scars on my body, and tell her the truth. At first when she asks me where her daddy is, and why every one else has one but she doesn't, I'll just tell her that she'll just have to wait and see. I know that it's not an amazing answer, but it's all I've got so far.

     I might change it up a bit, but that should be good enough for a few years. I have to go now. I know that I won't be able to write for a while, so I'm writing under my Willow tree by the bleachers at school before the assembly. Don't worry, its before school so no one knows I'm here writing. We have an assembly over bullying during homeroom and 1st hour, so I just got here earlier than everyone else.

     I guess that it just had to be a bullying assembly that I have to go to, while I sit here and write about my abusive father, and the baby I'm carrying that I received through rape. Ok, now I really have to go. People are starting to show up. Bye!!!

                                                                    Blake

     That's the last thing your mother wrote before I found her journal. I found her crumbled up on the floor, begging her father to stop. She was covered in blood, and was holding her side, but she was still fighting. I called the police and told them what was going on, even met them at the station to show them her journal.

     We walked up to the door, but when we heard her scream, we took the door down. The police went to her father automatically, and I started to follow, but then I heard her whimper. She had found a small opening in a corner, and was rocking back and forth, with tears running down her face. Just watching.

     I started to walk over to her, with my hand's down, as if to say "I'm not going to hurt you." Fear was clear in her eyes, but so was wonder. She was still crying, and sadly that little bit of wonder in her eyes left and turned into pain. She grabbed her side a little bit tighter, and bit her lip, trying to hold back more tears or a scream to this day I still don't know.

     I went up to her and tired to pick her up, but she screamed. Over and over again she screamed for me to please not hurt her, and multiply "I'm sorrys." She turned her head away from me when I wasn't moving, and I took that as the chance I knew I wasn't going to get again.

     I grabbed her, and sat her in my lap. She tried to get away, but I just held her. I told her I wasn't going to hurt her over and over again in her ear, and at some point she started to believe me. She leaned into me, instead of trying to get away, and she cried with her head on my shoulder. I told her things to try and make her feel better, but she just kept crying and saying that it was all over. Then she looked up at me, and smiled. The she kissed me. Your mother kissed me!!!

     It didn't take me long to kiss her back, and when I did... wow! It was better than I ever imagined. That's when I realized that I could never leave your mother. I loved her.

     When we ended the kiss, she popped right out of my lap, and started to run. I followed her. She ran up the stairs, and you could hear the crying and screaming. But it was different from hers. This woman was older.

     That's when I saw a hysterical woman being carried out of a room. Right behind her, I could see Jane rocking a small boy in tears. She was saying the same thing to him, that I was saying to her just a few minutes ago. I came up to them, and wrapped my arms around them both. That was the story, of how I met your mother.