Prologue: The Break In
Moonlight beams broke through the clouds that made the sky look like a painting. Multiple lines of gorgeous high priced houses sparkled. Beyond them was a dark green forest with a blue ribbon of a river.
On one of the side-roads a boy in his teen years was dressed in complete black and running in the shadows. He knew his destination and was coming close to it. When he came to a black iron gate, his running stopped and climbing started. Thankfully, for him, it was not high and led into the manor’s kitchen garden.
A carved wooden door stood in front of the boy, when he had put the cobblestone path behind him. Of course the door was locked and he quickly picked it. Behind the door, the boy walked on black and white marble tiles while looking at the wooden cabinets, granite counter tops, and sparkling pots and pans overhead. The boy quietly walked through the kitchen.
After awhile he came upon an elegant sitting room, guessing reserved for the ladies when a party was held. Ivory and gold chairs were placed in a circle. Flowers were on the table in the middle of the circle accompanied by knitting and needlework. Ivory wallpaper was appropriately seen while pictures of maidens and flowers covered it at times.
He searched the whole bottom floor. Once, having to hide from a very superstitious butler. An elegant, carved, wooden staircase led to a second floor from the front door entryway.
The second floor landing’s floor led to the right into a hallway with many doors. The floor was also the sleeping area for a medium-sized German Shepherd. He quietly made for the first door on the left from where he could hear snoring.
Silently he opened the door; he peered inside and saw a grown man on his back snoring. The boy repressed a laugh. The man turned in his sleep as the boy quietly approached the beside. A painting of two women, one younger looking than the other, hung over the head of the bed.
"Finally," thought the boy. He carefully took the picture down; a safe had been built into the wall, so it could be hidden from wondering eyes. It was harder than picking the door outside but he finally got it.
The safe door opened to reveal multiple stacks of cash. He quickly brought his back in front of him and grabbed handfuls of money and stuffed the cash in the bag. When he closed the bag, safe door, and put the picture back up, he snuck out the door closing it behind him.
He was about to make his way down the stairs when flickering light and shadows from the room across the hall caught his eye. He hesitated rocking his weight on the balls of his feet. The money in his bag burned through the fabric of the bag and his shirt. It reminded him he needed to escape but curiosity got the best of him. Chapter 1: A Sleeping Girl
A black leather gloved hand rested on the brass doorknob and then slowly turned. The wooden door didn’t make a noise as it swung open to reveal a bedroom. There was a large canopy bed, bedside table, and wooden floors with a silver rug fighting to cover all the wood, a wooden wardrobe, and a dressing table with an ornate chair.
The doors to the balcony were wide open and thin silver curtains flew from the wind. Little white candles in silver holders with iron flowers "growing" around the sides were placed randomly around the room. On the beside table sat the same painting in the man’s room except a smaller version. The boy picked up the painting and stared at the two women.
That’s when he heard light breathing from the bed. He looked down to see the side-view of a beautiful face with white blonde hair flowing on the pillow behind the girl. A pale shoulder, arm, and hand was also visible atop the silver cover. He could see her chest moving as she breathed evenly.
He sat the painting back on the bedside table and sat down softly and slowly on the bed. She turned in her sleep to where she was on her back with her angelic face staring with closed eyes up at him. What was also staring at him was a little X over the girl’s heart. His mouth hung in disbelief.
A piece of stray hair had ventured to where it was caught in the girl’s long, curly eyelashes. He carefully unhooked the golden strand and hid it behind her ear. Then without realizing it, he ran his left index finger along her right jawbone. Her eyelids fluttered at the touch.
A pair of stunning sapphire eyes stared up at him; the wonders of her vivid dreams making them illuminate with light. But when she blinked, the brilliant-ness went away and was replaced with fierce curiosity. She pushed herself up quickly so she was sitting up and said a little too loudly, "Who are you?"
The boy put his left index finger to his mouth asking her to be quieter. Then he smiled suspiciously and took off his Black Plague bird mask by the beak. When it was off he ran his fingers through his hair that was quickly coming out of the ribbon tied ponytail. He pulled back his shirt enough to where you could see a small X over his heart just like the girl’s. Her mouth fell open.
"Jason?" She whispered. He nodded and said quietly, "It’s been far too long, Gwen." Gwen just stared stupidly with her mouth-hung open. Jason placed his right hand on the side of her face. At his touch, Gwen came out of her stupor and placed her right hand on the side of his face. Then stared into each other’s eyes, gray-blue into sapphire blue.
Memories and feelings rushed through one another. After only seconds of staring they could no longer hold it in. Their lips pressed against one another roughly as Gwen’s arms wrapped around Jason’s neck and head while one of Jason’s hands were on Gwen’s waist the other tangled in her hair. Sparkles flew, hearts warmed, and lips moved together. Jason pressed Gwen against him trying to make an impression of her body on his.
Not long after the dream began did it leave them both breathless. But being out of breath did not stop Jason. He moved to Gwen’s neck kissing it softly then surprising her with soft nips here and there. He put both of his hands behind her head and she let it fall backwards so he had more skin to kiss.
She wrapped her arms underneath his so she did not fall back onto the bed. Jason slowly kissed back up her neck as she brought it up and when they were at eye-level with each other they kissed more passionately, more sweetly this time. When the kiss ended Jason ever so slightly kissed her lips again so he left a whisper of a kiss.
"That’s the beginning of our next kiss," Jason told Gwen matter-of-factly. Gwen smiled at him and was about to ask him a question when they heard footsteps downstairs. Jason stared at her with apologetic eyes for half a second then he was gone. It happened so quickly it took Gwen a second to realize that he was gone and looked down disappointed.
But then she was not so disappointed. He had left her a black rose, signifying "farewell". She cupped the beautiful flower in her hands and smelled the fragile, soft petals. The scent was heavenly to her. She placed the flower in front of the painting of her mother and her on the bedside table then turned and fell into a comforting sleep.
The morning sun arose and purple, pink, and orange clouds were "thrown" across the sky. Curious rays ventured into Gwen’s wooden and silver room. They glared on her tender eyelids waking her gently. She turned so she was on her back and stretched out.
Then, suddenly Gwen was startled by her father’s angry roar, "What happened here?!" Gwen quickly got out of her bed, draped the silver silk robe over her nightgown, tied it, and ran out the door. Across the hall her father had taken down the picture of Gwen and her mother and opened the safe behind it. The door was wide open and the space behind it was completely empty.
Gwen stared at the space in fake disbelief. "Father, wh…what…?" He turned to her and threw his arms up in the air like a big child. "It’s all gone! All the money I’ve worked so hard for…is gone." He collapsed to his knees and started sobbing. "Can I get you anything, father?" Gwen made it sound like she was really concerned about her father. "No. No. Nothing will help. It’s gone!"
Gwen silently backed out of the room and told the servants to get back to their work. She went into her room and closed the door behind her. The breeze from the open balcony doors reminded her of where she wanted to go. He’s making more of a fuss about the money than when mother died. B*****d! She thought. Then she started thinking about what Jason must be doing right now.
Chapter 2:His Life
Jason awoke with the sun in his eyes. He looked around the room. There were multiple paintings of ships on the high, white foam seas. Little toy boats were everywhere to be found as well. The bed he was sleeping on was a wooden framed sleigh bed with a blue-gray cover to match his eyes. There were clothes thrown on the floor of the room and books on every surface.
He was lying on his stomach that was now bare from actually having enough energy to take it off last night before falling on the bed. His long, muscular arm reached over the edge of the bed and felt around until he found what he was looking for. While he sat up he brought up the bag full of money on top of the soft bed.
The cash fell out onto the surface easily until the bag was empty. He started grabbing random numbers of wades of cash and started counting. As he went through the money he found an envelope with Gwen’s name on it. He didn’t want to be nosy so he just carefully put it aside on the bedside table.
After washing off, Jason ate some bacon and eggs for breakfast and went to work in the fields that went for seemingly ever in his backyard. All the foods he needed to survive except for meat were right there in those fields. He took pleasure in the sun beaming down on his exposed back.
It was close to lunchtime so he went in and cleaned up. After his shower he decided he was hungry for a hamburger. So he dressed in his Abercrombie and Fitch jeans, Filter Cross T-shirt from Buckle, Fallen Angel black skater boy shoes, and his Harley Davidson wallet with a chain coming from it. He grabbed his house keys and walked out the door, down the driveway to his black T-Bird.
The wind blew his dark brown hair just as music blasted around him. He followed the road to the city’s drive-in. When he pulled in his eyes were surprised to see a black Corvette with a silver star on the gas pump door. Music was blaring from it and a small group of six teenage women stood and/or sat around the car. He parked and walked up to the car.
"So which one of you is Gwen?" He courageously asked the group turned away from him. They all turned around but a girl with long, straight, blonde hair said, "Hey, Jason." She had black eyeliner, hot pink eye shadow, and black mascara as her eye make-up. Her outfit was a black leather corset, hot pink and black plaid skirt, and black leather corset boots. Her jewelry, that was visible, were skull and cross bones earrings with dull silver rings all up her left ear and two on her right, a star with a skull hanging necklace, a Guess IP men’s black face watch on her left arm, and a lot of black rubber bracelets on the right arm.
"Well," he said. "Your clothing style has changed just a bit." Gwen smiled like she used to before she would say "silly Jason." "Your has as well," she reminded him. Then she remembered her friends were listening and watching closely.
"Ok, Jason, these are my friends. Elva, Sara, Aidan, Fayette, and Taylor." Elva was a 5’8" girl with long, straight messed up black hair. She wore a white shirt with multi-colored dinosaurs, straight black jeans, and black high top Converses. Sara was a 5’6" girl with medium length curly dirty blonde hair. She wore an AFI black T-shirt, jeans with holes all down the front, and black high top Converses with gray skulls that had pink bows.
Aidan was a 5’6" girl with over the shoulders brown hair with blonde highlights. She wore a black T-shirt, jeans, and big black combat leather boots. Fayette was a 4’6" girl with over the shoulders brown and black hair. She wore a Roxy black shirt, Roxy black jacket, light jeans, and black flip-flops. Taylor was a 5’6" girl with long blonde hair in a bun. She wore a gray T-shirt, light jeans that she wore baggy, and white Vans with black design on the heel.
You could tell that if this group wanted to be trouble they definitely could be. "It’s nice to meet you all." Jason did a small salute with two fingers and walked off to order his food. "Hey!" Gwen yelled running/skipping after him. "You can hang with us if you want to." He turned and looked at her.
"You’re not the person I thought I would come back to, Gwen." Jason said sadly. Gwen glared at him and said, "I’m sorry. When my mom died it messed me up. But, oh yeah, you weren’t here for that." "Gwen, you know why I left…" "No I don’t. You never told me. The only thing you told me was that your father got a new job. But I know that it was something else because of your voice and the look in your eyes." "What was the look in my eyes?" "Fear, paranoia, and great sadness."
There were waves of tension between the two. It eased off a little when Jason whispered, "You’re right. I was feeling all those things. I didn’t know that you had noticed." Gwen smiled slightly and said, "I knew you better than myself. And you knew me better than yourself. Do we really have to go down memory lane for you to remember that?"
Jason just looked at the floor for a moment then looked straight into Gwen’s sapphire eyes. "Let’s go for a walk." He walked past her and she quickly followed. They walked to the old park that no one in the city went to anymore.
Jason walked to one of the park’s swings and stared at his feet. Gwen went to another swing and started slightly swinging. After a few minutes Jason finally said, "My father and I moved because he got into a business deal with some bad guys that he couldn’t get out of. It got so bad that he killed someone. That’s when we moved."
Gwen stared at the ground turning the three sentences in her head over and over. Absentmindedly she played with her lip ring on the left side on her bottom lip. It made sense. All the time Jason’s dad was gone, Jason was almost scared of his dad when he did see him and Jason had lost the respect in his eyes for his dad. There were two questions left: why didn’t Jason tell her and where is Jason’s dad?
Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes he said, "When we moved so did the men. They stalked us and finally caught us. They tortured us both and in the end killed my dad." He looked at Gwen when he said this. She dared not to look up and lock eyes with him. "I didn’t tell you, Gwen, because I didn’t want to worry you. Then I realized that not telling you would just make you more worried than ever." He went in front of her and looked under the long locks of hair. "I loved you and I still do. I thought of you everyday. I thought about the nights in the forest, all the things we said to each other, the look of your lively, beautiful, sapphire eyes."
"I thought about those things too," she finally whispered. She looked up at her truly love. A tear slid down her cheek. Jason stared at her in disbelief and wiped the tear away but when he brought his thumb around blood was on it.
Chapter 3: Cold Weather
Gwen stared at his thumb with "Oh no!" written all over her face. Before Jason could stop her, she gathered herself, jumped up from the swing and ran as fast as her boots would allow her. She knew where she was going and she also knew that Jason was right behind her.
He was catching up to her. Then he did. Jason caught her waist and pulled her off her feet. Gwen straggled against his strong arms but also struggled to no yell because she knew he meant no harm.
Jason knew exactly where they were and where Gwen was going. He pulled her into the apartment, which they had bought two years ago. He opened the door, closed it and threw her on the bed.
Gwen glared up at him piercing his heart, it pained him to see that look in her eyes toward him. "Would you mind telling me what the heck that was about?!" Jason close to yelled at her. She just continued to glare at him with those eyes. "Gwen," Jason dropped to his knees and dropped his voice. "I know a lot must’ve happened while I’ve been gone but…"
"I died when you left," she whispered. "But I was still here on this God forsaken world. When mom died everything went to hell. I started drinking, doing drugs, and became a prostitute; got raped twice." She stared into the distance. More blood tears streaked her cheeks. "The worst was…dad didn’t even care."
Jason took her clenched hands into his big tanned ones. Then he put his forehead against hers. "I’m so sorry. I so, so wish I could have been here," he whispered. "I would have given anything to have you back," she whispered.
He let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist as he buried his head in her shoulder. She wrapped her arms tightly around his head and shoulders. They sat there in one another’s arms. Two years they had been apart, both of them had been through so much.
It wasn’t until twenty minutes later that they finally let go of one another. Jason walked away into the apartment’s bathroom and got a wet washcloth. He went back into the bedroom and started cleaning off the blood tears’ tracks. She smiled weakly remembering how protective and how much he cared about her.
When he finished he threw the washcloth somewhere and plopped onto the bed. Gwen lay beside him putting her head and left arm on his stone muscular chest. He found a large blanket and threw it over her. Gwen fell straight asleep but Jason lay there thinking of many nights exactly like this in eighth grade before he left. He thought about the nights he’d lay awake staring at the ceiling wishing she were back in his arms.
So many things had happened from when he left and to this point. He had not told her all of it and she most likely didn’t tell him everything. Her hand suddenly balled into a fist talking a chunk of his shirt into it. Her legs came together and slightly moved upward. He looked at her face; it was pale with fear.
Then he looked out the window and saw snow. He quickly woke Gwen up. She looked up at him with fear-stricken eyes and he whispered, "Look out the window." She turned around and her mouth fell open.
Snow had not fallen in the region since the year before last. Jason jumped up startling Gwen and he picked her up bride style, with the blanket, and carried her outside. When they arrived outside. Jason twirled her around and she laughed like she hadn’t in awhile.
The snow instantly stuck to the surfaces and it quickly became too old for Gwen and Jason. So they went inside and changed into warmer clothes. "You know Christmas is in nine days and we don’t even have a tree in her," she stated to him while he was making a fire. He looked around and said, "No, we don’t or any other decorations. So when are we going shopping?"
"Tonight if you want. My dad is out of town and my friends know I’m with you." Jason looked deep in thought. Then he sprang to his feet. "Let’s go, babe."
Gwen got to her feet and went to the bedroom to get their coats. When she came back Jason said, "We’ll have to go get your car." "Ok." They turned off all the lights and locked the door.
When outside, Gwen jumped onto Jason’s back. They walked to the diner and got the car. He drove to the nearest department store.
They bought silver and blue ornaments, with other décor to match. They laughed and joked the whole time. Everyone in the store looked at them like they were stupid but they didn’t care.
Finding a tree took not but an hour. The outside decorations were also already bought. They went home and unpacked everything. But Gwen wasn’t there for long. She went to the grocery store while Jason fixed up the outside decorations.
Gwen returned home with the car full. She stepped out to be greeted by multiple lights and a blow-up Santa on a green motorcycle with a sidecar that had a reindeer in it. She stared at the sight smiling while Jason ran outside to help her with the groceries.
When Jason saw her staring he looked up at his work while putting his arm around her waist. Gwen looked at him still smiling. He caught her eyes for a second then kissed her. He picked her up and twirled her around while still kissing her.
The fairy tale ended too quickly for them both. They quickly took all the food into the house. It took about ten minutes to put everything away. It took so long due to dancing to "Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down Swinging" by Fall Out Boy.
Next, Jason put the lights on the tree while Gwen cooked smoked sausage, macaroni and cheese, and green beans. He sang horribly while working but it just meant he was happy. That’s why she didn’t yell "Shut the f*** up!!"
After eating they both put ornaments on the lit up tree. More than a few times Jason tackled Gwen and they would wrestle on the black leather couch. But they would get back to business after tickling each other or making out. All the while rocking out to rock music.
At some point Jason noticed Gwen’s little silver stars on her middle finger over the black nail polish. He smiled. She had always been a big prankster. He had also noticed she had a Jesus tattoo on her lower back.
Gwen caught him staring and smiled then mouthed, "I have a lot more." She turned around and lifted up her shirt to reveal large pair of black angel wings that covered most of her back. She turned back around to show a black belly button ring and a black star beside her left hipbone. Then opened her mouth to show him a black tongue ring.
Jason smiled at her. "Her don’t smile at me like that! That’s my ‘silly Jason’ smile! Stop it!!" Gwen yelled at him then when he still didn’t stop she covered her face like a small child.
Jason smiled his smile and went up behind Gwen. He kissed her on the neck and slightly nipped her. He slid his hands across her stomach and down hips to go on the front of her thighs. She took her hands away from her face and placed them upon both of his intertwining them.
Then brought them both up to her stomach again. He placed his head on her shoulder as she leaned her head back to his shoulder. They stayed like this for awhile then reluctantly got back to work.
At two in the morning they finally went to sleep. Gwen had dressed in a black, long sleeve, thermal shirt with holes for the thumbs and black sweatpants. Jason had taken off his shirt and put on black sweatpants. They slept together in the Queen sized bed.
Jason awoke with Gwen lying angelically beside of him. He smiled at her peaceful face and watched her sleep for a couple of minutes. When he finally thought it was time to wake her, he leaned his face to hers and kissed her. He kissed her softly until she was hungrily kissing him back.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes. He never saw so much love in one’s eyes. Nor had Gwen ever see so much love in one’s eyes. How is it that two people can truly love one another so much?
Gwen returned home after breakfast. She didn’t like the quiet, classical house, it reminded her too much of her mother. She ran to her room fighting back the tears. When there she locked the door as if she could lock the past on the other side. Which she was old enough to know she couldn’t.
Chapter 4: Her Life
The sound of the slammed door wasn’t muffled a bit by the multiple walls and floors. Gwen’s head snapped up from the computer at the noise. She heard a muffled maid’s voice then her father’s booming voice. Gwen knew that voice from the first couple of months her mom died. Her father was drunk and had blown the business trip he was supposed to be on.
Gwen ran to make sure her door was locked. Fear was raising in her as she heard each heavy, loud foot slammed on each stair to the upper level. She ran into her closet and retrieved her sheath knife. She crawled under the clothes that hung now over her head.
Her father had reached the second landing and ran to Gwen’s door. He banged on it. "Gwen, I now you’re in there! I love you, sweetie! Why don’t you come out her so I can show you how much!" He yelled and banged making the door shake on its hinges.
Gwen sat there in the closet clutching the knife with such fear. Memories like this quickly came back to her. She remembered the banging, the false loving voice, and the rest of the long nights. It was horrible and she wanted to scream just like she did all those nights.
The banging stopped and everything went silent. Gwen was confused by the silence and more terrified of it than the banging and noise. She came out of the closet and went up to the door trying to hear something, anything. There was no sound except for her shallow breathing.
Then a hard, rough hand grabbed her waist. She thrashed around and threw the knife into whoever’s leg. They let out a yell and let Gwen drop to the floor. She landed hard and turned quickly to see her attacker even though she knew exactly who it was her father.
When she saw his face she was terrified. He had a face for each stage of how much he had had to drink. He had a lot tonight and maybe even the night before. This was bad news for Gwen.
Her father pulled out the knife from his leg and threw it across the room. Gwen kept her eyes on her father. He turns to her with a horrid, devilish face. Then he raised his hand and punched Gwen.
He punched her all night until he passed out. Gwen was barely conscious. Her face was swelling up and already starting to turn colors. She lay on the floor on her back with her father lying down beside her.
At about one o’clock in the morning, Jason walked through the balcony door and when he saw Gwen on the floor he ran to her. She was still barely conscious and when he softly called her name she slightly opened her eyes. He ran his hand softly over the bruises and kissed them. He whispered to her, "Who did this to you?"
At the same time Gwen’s father stirred in his drunken slumber. Jason’s jaw tightened as he realized that it had been her father who had beaten her that night and while he was away. He picked her up and carefully carried her over to the canopy bed. There he whispered in her ear that he loved her and was going to take care of her.
He then turned to the man who called himself Gwen’s father. He first punched him as hard as he could making blood spill out from the newly cut lip. He unlocked the door and opened it as quietly as he could. Then grasping Gwen’s father under his arms he dragged him over to the room across the way and left him on the floor closing the door.
After closing Gwen’s door he went over to the bed and sat beside her. He realized he needed to stay cognizant when it came to Gwen’s father. Now that he was back he wouldn’t let anymore harm come to Gwen. He didn’t know all of it but he could tell a lot happened to her as they were apart.
Gwen woke up with a huge headache and pain all over her body. She closed her eyes tightly in pain. She pulled herself up but was steadied by a strong hand and she knew exactly who was with her and a happy thought came to her. "Hey baby," she said in pain.
"Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?" Jason asked quietly. "In pain. Where’s my father?" "I dragged him into his room last night. Last time I saw him he was still lying on the floor out cold. What got into him?" "He had been drinking."
"Okay," Jason said gathering up his courage. "You need to tell me exactly what happened while we were apart." "No." She said with a sense of the end of the discussion. "What?" "No. I don’t want you paranoid because of me." "Well, babe, I’m going to be paranoid about your dad already so just save me some blind-worrying, please."
"No, Jason. You know what you need to know right now." She got up and walked outside to the balcony, realizing that she had been put in her nightgown. When she stepped outside her whole body felt relief from the cold air. She closed her eyes and felt the cool wind flow around her.
Jason came up behind her with her black cape with fur inside. He wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his chin on her shoulder. Gwen reached up and put her hand on the side of his unshaven face. He turned his head smelled her wrist then kissed her palm.
"I’m taking you home so you can sleep without Eric being anywhere near you. So could you please get dressed, my love?" Gwen weighted her options quickly, then nodded. She turned, kissed Jason, and walked back into her bedroom to get dressed. Jason turned his back for two seconds to take a deep breath.
Jason with Gwen behind him, dressed and carrying a small suitcase walked quietly down the staircase. When the were lightly running to the front door a male voice yelled, "Good morning." Gwen and Jason froze her with fear but him with anger. They were trapped until they could talk themselves out of the situation.
"And whom may this fine young man be, Gwen?" She closed her eyes to the sound of his voice as Jason turned to face Eric, Gwen’s father. Eric made a small gasp as he saw Jason’s face. Gwen turned around with a confused look to see her father’s shock-stricken face. She looked between Jason and her father, confusion growing within each second.
"Dad," she finally said. He looked at her with hawk-angry eyes. "Why are you so shocked to see Jason?" Eric fought control his composure and facial expression but the eyes were still shocked. "I have not see Mr. Jason in years. It is surprising to see him so suddenly," he answered.
Jason continued to glare at him but motioned Gwen to go out the door into the cool, foggy morning. She did as she was told but watched Jason continue to angrily stare down Eric as he walked backwards and closed the door. When he turned to face her a relaxed smile was on his face and in his eyes. This confused Gwen further just as she began to think that wasn’t possible.
"What the h*** was that about?" Gwen asked her love with her hands on her hips. "What?" he asked innocently. "Don’t play with me, Jason. What were you staring at my…Eric like that for?" He mirrored her actions with his hands on his hips and said, "Did you really think he could beat you like that and I do absolutely nothing? It was taking everything in my body to not run up the stairs and beat him ten times as bad as he did you."
Gwen let her arms fall and wrapped them around Jason’s waist then snuggled into his chest. Jason could not be angry any longer so he wrapped his arms protectively around Gwen. "I’ll always protect you, my love. Please believe that," Jason pleaded. She looked up at him with a look saying "you idiot."
"Of course I believe you, Jason. Please do not blame yourself for anything that has ever happened to me. Promise me," she said hoping he’d say it. In her heart though she knew he was not going to promise her that. He took her face in both his hands and said; "Now, my beloved, you know I cannot promise you that." She sighed heavily and said, "I know."