The Innocents
Disclaimer: I do not own the main character in this story, Jazlyn Raisa. Amelia Atwater Rhodes does.
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Jazlyn pushed open the oak doors of St. Catherine's church. For the first time in over thirty years, Jazlyn had the courage and the humanity she needed to set foot inside the church she and her husband were married in years ago.
Jazlyn sat down in one of the pews. She leaned back and felt the cold wood against her fingertips. She smiled to herself as she felt her child within her kick against her side. She winced as she felt a kick that was unintentionally harder than usual. She closed her eyes.
Hearing the faint sound of laughter, Jazlyn opened her eyes and turned to where the sound was coming from. Two rows behind her, three girls were sitting together, reading out of a hymnal. They couldn't have been more than eight years old. The one in the middle, a blonde girl with deep blue eyes, looked up and waved. They were innocents, sweet innocent children who, with the grace of God, would never be exposed to the dark world of the night she had lived in for so many years. She prayed that these children, her child, would never be touched by the shadowed world of her past.
Jazlyn escaped her thoughts, smiled, and waved back just as a woman - she guessed she was the girl's mother - came out of the confession booth and scolded them. Jazlyn shook her head as the woman escorted the girls out, the blonde protesting, "I was just waving to the lady..."
Jazlyn got up and walked towards the altar, taking in the familiar sights - the stained glass windows, the bright paintings of the saints and white doves, gold angels hovering over a crucifix above the gold tabernacle. She needed time before she felt she could confess her story to a priest - abridged, of course, for both his and her sanity. She kneeled and bowed her head.
"I have waited years," she whispered, "and finally, my child will come to me. I don't know how, but I am sure I will have a daughter, a beautiful baby girl who I can watch grow up and become a beautiful woman. I realize now what a fool I was to allow Siete to change me. An eternal world without Carl, my husband, is no world I want to live in forever. Maybe now, with the birth of my daughter, I can live the happy life of the innocent woman I was so long ago. She will be a blessing, a sign that maybe, somehow, I've been forgiven.
"Our father..."
A/N - Told you it was short - PLEASE review. I need feedback.
Disclaimer: I do not own the main character in this story, Jazlyn Raisa. Amelia Atwater Rhodes does.
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Jazlyn pushed open the oak doors of St. Catherine's church. For the first time in over thirty years, Jazlyn had the courage and the humanity she needed to set foot inside the church she and her husband were married in years ago.
Jazlyn sat down in one of the pews. She leaned back and felt the cold wood against her fingertips. She smiled to herself as she felt her child within her kick against her side. She winced as she felt a kick that was unintentionally harder than usual. She closed her eyes.
Hearing the faint sound of laughter, Jazlyn opened her eyes and turned to where the sound was coming from. Two rows behind her, three girls were sitting together, reading out of a hymnal. They couldn't have been more than eight years old. The one in the middle, a blonde girl with deep blue eyes, looked up and waved. They were innocents, sweet innocent children who, with the grace of God, would never be exposed to the dark world of the night she had lived in for so many years. She prayed that these children, her child, would never be touched by the shadowed world of her past.
Jazlyn escaped her thoughts, smiled, and waved back just as a woman - she guessed she was the girl's mother - came out of the confession booth and scolded them. Jazlyn shook her head as the woman escorted the girls out, the blonde protesting, "I was just waving to the lady..."
Jazlyn got up and walked towards the altar, taking in the familiar sights - the stained glass windows, the bright paintings of the saints and white doves, gold angels hovering over a crucifix above the gold tabernacle. She needed time before she felt she could confess her story to a priest - abridged, of course, for both his and her sanity. She kneeled and bowed her head.
"I have waited years," she whispered, "and finally, my child will come to me. I don't know how, but I am sure I will have a daughter, a beautiful baby girl who I can watch grow up and become a beautiful woman. I realize now what a fool I was to allow Siete to change me. An eternal world without Carl, my husband, is no world I want to live in forever. Maybe now, with the birth of my daughter, I can live the happy life of the innocent woman I was so long ago. She will be a blessing, a sign that maybe, somehow, I've been forgiven.
"Our father..."
A/N - Told you it was short - PLEASE review. I need feedback.