The Secret
Hope this story isn't over the top. The next chapter will bring Jane into the story. I often thought of Jane as a hero, even though he seemed to run away from danger. Leave a review if you wish….and thank you to all who are great writers here.
I do not own The Mentalist, but if I did I would be a really happy person.
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Once again the cold left her curling into a ball trying to keep warm. She could tell how long she had been in the room, alone. With every rising of the sun through the small window she knew that she had been there for ten, very lonely, long days. The only time she heard a sound was when a small bottle of water and a couple pieces of white bread were shoved in through a small hole in the door. During the heat of the day she tried hard not to drink all the water right away, but she never had any left after the sun went down. The two pieces of bread, one she had when it was delivered, the other piece when the sun went down and the heat was leaving the hot, small room, she was so hungary. She only had a thin mattress on the floor and a piece of a blanket to sleep with. How much longer could she hold out? The man behind the door wanted one answer to one question. Who was the man she talked to seven years ago that had her husband arrested, and made sure that she was somewhere safe, away from her husband who beat her almost every day of their three year marriage, and caused her to lose their baby.
How could she tell the man who it was who saved her life? She remembered how kind he was the night they met. He was just leaving the hospital after visiting a friend. She was sitting outside trying to decide if she should go in, her husband would be very mad at her when he got home from work and discovered her missing. He came out of the door and was getting his keys from his pocket when he looked over and saw her, she tried hiding her face but he saw it.
"Are you okay…can I help you?" were the word he spoke so gently. I made a move to get up from the bench, but I was in too much pain. "I'm fine; I am just waiting for a taxi?"
He gently took my chin and turned my face to him. I saw his blue eyes tear up when he saw my face. He put his hand out for me to take, and took me inside the hospital. I had three broken ribs, and some cuts on my face. I didn't want the police to be called, but he talked me into it and said that I would never have anything else to be scared of.
"Molly" he said in that voice so soft and gentle. "I have friends that will make sure your husband will be arrested and I will see that he never finds you again. No woman should be afraid like you are."
I had a feeling that he wasn't just speaking about me, but someone he must love. Two weeks later I was in Santa Barbara, I had a new job working in a Law Office as a secretary, a small apartment and a car that he said I would need to get around in. I told him that someday I would be able to pay him back for all he did for me, but he gave me this brilliant smile and said that just seeing me smile was enough for him. He gave me a phone number and said that he wanted me to call him the first day of every month to let him know how I was. For seven years we spoke once a month, he always told me to be well before we would hang up.
I could hear the man unlocking the door, and that he would soon be in asking me the same question. Each time I said no, I knew that he would start hitting me until I couldn't talk to him. I only hope that I can never say Patrick Jane's name to him, because I knew once he found him, he would kill him. He told me how he would do it, and he was like his brother and I knew he would do it.