Sitting in her treehouse, Jenna's mind was running wild. Her mother's words kept replaying in her head. "This is why I told you to give her back".
'They're not my real family' she thought. She wanted to cry but the tears where stuck.
"Jenna!" she heard her father's voice call out to her.
"I'm up here!" she wanted to add 'Dad' at the end but it seemed pointless now.
She threw down the rope ladder to her father and watched him climb up. Jenna helped him as he squeezed himself through the trapdoor. Once inside on his knees, he opened his arms and Jenna crawled to her father. She held him as tight as she could.
"I guess we need to talk', Mr Edwards eventually whispered into her hair. Jenna loosened her grip on her father, they sat down and she leaned into his chest with her arms still wrapped around his waist.
Mr Edwards and Jenna sat in the treehouse and he told her everything. He told her about her mother, the day she left her in his office, the day he brought her home. He assured her as he spoke that he loved her as a daughter and that is what she will always be to him. She squeezed her father every time he assured her.
"Do you know where my mother is now? I mean my real mother?" she whispered.
"Oh Jenna" he started to say but stopped.
"Dad, just please tell me. I'm not going to look for her. She threw me away like I was a piece of rubbish" she said. Her tone calm and collected.
"Don't say that Jenna, she did what she thought would be the best for you."
"Dad, I don't know her and I have no intention of getting to know her. She will never mean anything to me. You are the only parent I will ever have".
Mr Edwards sighed. Over the years, he realized that Jenna cared for the hurt, sick and distraught. She stood up for what was right. She was intelligent, even gifted but her emotional intelligence was way off. If she disliked you, there was no way in hell she would ever like you. Heaven forbid you stoked the fire inside of her.
Looking down at his daughter, the wild and mysterious green eyed beauty, he would tell her the truth. A version of the truth.
"Okay then. Your mother was very sick and died a few days after she left you with me." Mr Edwards would not let his daughter know that her mother actually died of a drug overdose.
"Okay" was she could say.
"Look sweetheart, I know that your mother loved you very much and she wanted a better life for you. She left you with me because she knew that I would be able to provide that life for you. Don't think badly of your mom okay." Jenna nodded.
"Leaving you with me was the hardest decision she ever made but to her it was the best decision at the time." He whispered, stroking her hair as he had done when she was child. It seemed to soothe her now as it did then.
"I know." Jenna replied.
"Mom didn't want me when you brought me home" Jenna stated.
"Your mom is a very....bitter woman. She was never like that before though. Your mom comes from a family that is bonded by blood only and with you not being blood, it was a little difficult for her to accept you." He said honestly.
"Thank you for being honest with me, dad"
"My dear child. You are so very special and I wish that you could see what I see. I know that you see the world as black and white and you have a very.....let's say strong personality." He heard her giggle and it lifted his spirit.
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Anything For You
RomanceJenna Edwards, abandoned by her mother, raised by the town doctor and his family finds her true self in Michael, the Dean of Ancient Studies in the US. Their paths cross but Jenna, wild, mysterious keeps everyone at arm's length. Michael finally ge...