Epilouge
You know I never wanted to fall in love. It was never the first thing on my list to do in my lifetime.
Most young girls in their single digits want to grow up and be a princess, meet prince charming and live happily ever after. I didn't. I wanted to be free and explore the entire world but my childhood would not allow me to do this. I had to take on responsibilities no child should, I had to take care of my adopted little sister from the age of eight when she was only a baby and I was still a child myself.
A long time before my nights of passion and long before I even met the guy I fell for, I hated the thought of marrying anyone. It's not surprising after the way my father treated me, and due to the way the two men who 'cared' for me acted. I was forced to do slave labour with poor pay and look after a baby when I still felt like one myself. The men were cruel. They said I should be thankful that I was in their care. Why should I have been thankful? They provided me shelter and that's all. I could never feel love for anyone other than my sister.
You know, love is a funny thing. I never felt the need to love anyone know one had ever shown love to me and I had no reason to love anybody. When my father gave me away and when those men took me into their care, I felt like I could never love a man. I hated them, I hated them all. I couldn't trust them, not after the three men I'd had in my life. I couldn't trust anyone. But yet, there was this one boy, a boy that was more of a man than I had ever met in my life even though he was not much older than me. He saved me and took me in his care. He made me feel welcome and special.
Love is weird really. One day you simply view the person as your friend, and then suddenly you try to deny all feelings for the person but love won't let you go, once you've been possessed.
My name is Jessie Jane, and this is my story.