By Lissie
Hi everyone!
Please don't shoot! I've started another fanfic without finishing my others. Test of Time is almost done (I know I've been saying that forever now) and it will be the next thing I post, unless I get another chapter of this one done before that. Let me know how you like this!
Lissie :)
I Knew Love
Chapter 1
I knew love once.
It seems like a long time ago. I was young. I was selfish. I thought love could solve all my problems.
That was before the accident.
Before my mother tried to kill me.
Before I plunged into the sea with my car.
Before I lost my reality on life.
Before I was taken prisoner.
Before I lost faith in love.
I knew love once and I will never know it again.
It’s been about two years since I last saw anyone I cared about. I mean * see * in talking to someone face to face. I’ve given up hope that I’ll ever * see * anyone again. I’ve been given a paper and pen and told to keep a diary. I don’t know why they’ve had me start now, I’ve learned not to question these things.
For now I watch the lives of my loved ones on this damn television that Helena has set up in my room. I’m in my own personal hell. I see Jax with his new lover, Chloe. I see Ned with Alexis. I see Robin in Paris. I see Julia in London. I see Sonny with Carly. I see Lois in Bensonhusrt. They all lead their own separate lives. Without me.
It’s not that I’m selfish. I don’t want them wasting away missing me or anything, I just want someone out there to find a clue that I’m not dead. I’m sure they miss me, I have to remember that to stay sane. I just want out of this place. I can’t really stay locked up here for the rest of my life can I? I pray every night to God that something will happen that will let me out of here.
At first I didn’t mind being in this room. I wasn’t in perfect health and Helena saw to it that I had the best medical attention. I couldn’t walk when I first woke up in here. I had swelling in my back and couldn’t move my legs. I was miserable, and frankly I felt like pushing everyone I loved away so that they wouldn’t see me in such a miserable state.
I didn’t have the television then either. I didn’t know that everyone thought I was dead. I thought the doctors weren’t letting my family in to see me for some medical purpose.
Then Helena stopped by to see me. She explained that she was keeping me for my safety. Whatever that meant. I’ve learned to not show any emotions around her. Lucky Spencer, who was a roommate of mine for a while taught me that. He told me she’s a dangerous person, and will gladly torture your loved ones if she knew how important they were to you.
I didn’t want her to hurt anyone so I don’t talk to her. I think this irritates her. They brainwashed Lucky, I watched her do it. I went from this sweet boy missing his family, to not giving a care about them, with an exception to his sister and brother. I don’t know how she did it, but she did. I hope she won’t do that to me. That’s if she hasn’t already without my knowing it.
Lucky didn’t know it happened to him. I tried to make him see it, but he thought I was making things up. I guess if someone told me that oneday I had suddenly been brainwashed, I probably wouldn’t believe them either. Whatever they did to Lucky must have been successful because they let him go. Maybe if I start to cooperate with them they’ll let me go too.
But I can’t give up hope that someone will find me.
I can’t escape on my own. They’ve made sure that I can’t.
I don’t know what they want from me.
Please someone help me.
Before I give up hope on life.
I want to know love again.
***
This can’t be real, Jax thought as he read over this piece of paper. It was definitely in Brenda’s handwriting, but good lord, could he really let himself believe that it was real? It was dated only about a month earlier. He couldn’t let himself hope, but yet he wanted desperately to believe.
“My dear, you can rest assured that it’s real.” Helena assured him as she took the paper from his hands.
“What the hell have you done with her?” He demanded, his eyes a cold ice blue.
“Now, is that tone to take with me? I saved her life you know.”
“The hell you did.” Jax was seething. He wouldn’t let the vampress know that inside he was barely breathing as his mind was trying to digest whether or not Brenda could be alive. And if she was, how he was going to get her away from Helena.
“Jax, don’t be so testy. Brenda’s perfectly fine. You can see for yourself very soon.”
“If she’s alive, and if she’s suffered at all, I’m holding you responsible.”
“She hasn’t suffered an ounce.” Helena said, deceptively sincere.
Jax didn’t believe her. He took the piece of paper from the desk that Helena had placed it on. He glanced over it again, not believing it, yet believing. If it was true, Brenda was indeed suffering, and Helena was going to pay. He would make sure of that. He had to get Brenda out. He’d always been there when she needed him, and she needed him now.
“This piece of paper you showed me tells me differently.”
“You’re going to believe that paper? Those are mere drug induced ramblings.” Helena explained.
“Drug induced?” There was no way Jax was going to believe that these were drug induced ramblings. Brenda wouldn’t go near pain killers unless she was forced.
“When I found her she couldn’t walk. She’s still has pain sometimes and I have to medicate her.”
Helena obviously didn’t know this fact, and Jax wasn’t going to tip her off to it. “I still don’t believe you.”
“Are you willing to take that chance? Do as I say and she’ll know love again. If not, well there goes her hope for life. Purely pathetic isn’t it? Did Alexis ever tell you what I did to her mother? Brenda has a rather nice throat, don’t you think?”
“You wouldn’t.” Jax said, losing his composure for a second at the horrid thought.
“Oh I would. Ask Alexis. I take a certain pride in getting my hands dirty every now and then. I’ll send you a picture when the deed is done.”
Jax shivered. The woman really was the sociopath that Alexis claimed her to be.
“What’s your game Helena? Why go to the trouble of keeping Brenda alive, taunt with me this fact, only to kill her?”
“I won’t have to kill her if you cooperate.”
“And I have to do what exactly?”
“Give me Chloe.” Helena said, as if Chloe was a thing to give.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” The woman really had gone mad. Why would she want Chloe, and what made her think that he would give her Chloe, as if Chloe was a piece of property that he could give away.
“I want her. She’s mine.”
“She’s yours? Never. Not if I have anything to do with it.”
“Does it bother you Jax that I’ve saved the lives of two women you love? Brenda and Chloe would both be worse off than they are now if it weren’t for me. Is it too much for you to give me some grat*itude?”
“By giving you Chloe? Not in this lifetime.”
“Fine, then I’ll just have to enjoy the neck of your fianc�. She is still your fianc� isn’t she? How does that work when someone is presumed dead?”
“Brenda will always be my fiance. She’ll always hold my heart.”
“So you’ve made your choice?” Helena asked.
He hadn’t, but he had made a decision to figure out what Helena was up to. He wasn’t going to let anyone he cared about fall into or stay in the hands of Helena if he could help it. “Why do you want Chloe?”
“I told you, she’s mine. I understand she dreams of a music box.”
“How do you know this?”
“I have my ways, dear. Does this by chance happen to be the music box?” Helena picked up music box from her desk. It looked very similar to the one he and Chloe had seen in Russia, but he couldn’t be sure it was the one, since he’d never seen it. What worried him was that Helena knew of the dreams and had the box.
“Don’t know if it’s the box? Go ahead, take it to Chloe, let her decide. Then you make your decision and let me know.”
Jax took the box and fingered it. He opened it up, and it did play the music that Chloe heard in her dreams. “My decision?”
“Yes dear, Brenda’s life.” Helena reminded him. As if he could forget.
“You’re forgetting Helena, you haven’t given me any proof that she is alive.”
“Still trying to risk it Jax? I don’t think you’re the type to play with the lives of your loved ones.”
“I’m not.” Jax said curtly, irritated that Helena put him in this position, and he still didn’t know why.
“I see. Then make your decision quick. Your dear Brenda is fast losing hope as it is. I pray you’ll make the right decision. Let’s not forget the story behind the music box. If your dear Chloe does recognize that box, I imagine it’s because she’s my granddaughter. You see Jax, I’m only looking out my loved ones also.”
“Your granddaughter?” Jax asked, shocked. “This has got to be another one of your games, Jax.” It had to be a game. There was no way that his sweet Chloe was related to this witch of a woman. It wasn’t possible.
“Not at all. I’m very serious. Here’s all the paperwork you need to convince you.” Helena handed him a file full of papers.
“What’s this?” Jax took the file. He waited for Helena’s answer before looking at the papers.
“Hospital records, blood tests, adoption papers. Oh, and take these too.” Helena pulled out another file from her desk drawer.
“What are these?”
“Brenda’s hospital records.”
***
TBC??...