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"I explained before why I brought you here. The rest of it will come in time my dear. For now I want you to sleep. Let your mind rest", Bane spoke, placing his hands on either side of her waist, pulling her from the window. He gently led her to the bed, holding the blanket back so she could climb into it. Jane turned on her side, feeling the blanket being placed over her form. She heard his breathing for a minute or so, before she heard the door being opened and closed again. She sat up in bed and looked at the door. Bane was gone.
~Chapter 4.~ Breaking and Building.
After a few hours of simply lying in bed, thinking and wondering, Jane finally fell asleep. She had expected him to come back to bed, and so she had been anxiously waiting for his return. But he didn't came. Hour after hour. Jane finally stopped fighting sleep when she was sure he wouldn't come back at all that night. And her eyelids were kind of heavy too…
The next morning Jane awoke, thinking she was home. When she opened her eyes and realized that she wasn't, that heavy feeling she have had the day before, came back. She felt a little nauseas and shaky. She quickly looked beside her, but the other side of the bed was empty. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth. So he hadn't come back to bed last night. Jane stepped out of bed. She really wanted to go and try out the bathtub she had seen in the bathroom. But she didn't felt quite secure with no lock on the inside of the bathroom door.
She slowly walked towards the bedroom door, opening it just a crack. Nothing, she heard nothing. Not his breathing, not the TV, just nothing. Cautiously she walked into the living room, finding it empty. Jane wondered if he really would have left her alone. In his house. She checked the kitchen and the basement, but he was indeed gone. Jane wondered if this was a test or something, to see if she would try and leave. After sitting on the couch in the living room for over an hour, she thought it was safe to take her so desired bath. She took some clean underwear and a towel from her closet and walked into the bathroom. She filled the tub with hot, steamy water. With a sigh of pure relief she let herself sink into the warm water. All her worries seemed so small, sitting here in this nice warm, comforting bath. Jane hummed, and even sang a little, forgetting the world, for now.
After spending most of the morning in bath, Jane dried and clothed herself. She figured, since Bane was gone, she could make herself some breakfast.
'He did say I could use everything in this house' her mind said, while she baked some eggs. She enjoyed her freedom, and her eggs, sitting at the table. After eating she put her dishes into the dishwasher. She searched the cabinets for a glass when she accidently pulled a rather large one, aiming it right at her. Trying to move away from it, Jane tripped, the glass fell on the ground, broke, and some pieces shattered all over her form on the ground. Jane felt some stings in the palms of her hands, put more worrying were the stings on her stomach. Her t-shirt had shifted a little upwards because of her fall, whereby the glass had reached her bare skin. Jane winched, slowly standing up from her precarious position. She had some glass in her hand, and some of it had scratched her belly badly. "Why didn't I put on a sweater instead of this flimsy t-shirt", she angrily said to herself, seeing the blood on her white shirt. She cautiously stepped away from the mess on the floor, walking back to her bathroom. She cleaned her wounds as best as she could, winching while she did. She imaged the look on Bane's face if he could only see what had happened just now. Jane hurried herself back to the kitchen to clean her mess, finding an older man already cleaning it. Jane froze in the doorway, wondering who he was and how it could be she had not heard him come in. He didn't noticed her at all, so Jane cleared her throat. The man finished cleaning the glass of the floor, then slowly he stood and turned.
"Ah, you're awake. I hope you have not hurt yourself, miss?", he kindly asked her. The man was old, his hair was grey and he walked a little bended. Jane knew she couldn't hate this man even if she wanted to. He reminded her of her grandpa, who had died some years ago.
"I have some scratches, but I'm alright", Jane answered, not sure what to say more. The man smiled, emptying the glass shells into the garbage can.
"Master Bane is gone for a few days, so he asked me to keep an eye on you. I'll be cleaning the house, miss. So do not worry when you see me here." The man kept staring at her kindly. Jane wondered if the old man was the only one watching her, when she saw two man with guns standing behind the front door.
"Ok ", Jane said, no sure what to do next. Then she remembered her manners.
"What is your name sir?", she asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Walter, miss", he answered, turning the clean the kitchen sink.
"Nice to meet you Walter, but please, call me Jane", Jane said, hoping he would do that. She didn't liked the whole miss thing. Walter smiled some more.
"Miss Jane then" he said. Jane huffed and made her way into the living room, not hearing the old man's laugh.
The following days were quite boring. Sure she didn't have to fear Bane's presence, but still there wasn't much to do here. She didn't dared to enter the basement and use some of Bane massive weights or fitness tributes. She had already watched two movies and even the TV shows couldn't entertain her much. She often caught herself staring outside, into the garden. The weather was nice, the sun was shining right into the living room, teasing her.
After three days doing nothing, Jane had found a fantasy book on one of the bookshelf's that seemed interesting . Walter had just cooked another nice, warm meal for her to enjoy and she longed for the nice soft bed in the bedroom. She quickly showered and then, in her bra and panties, she hopped into bed. She winched a bit of the contact the scratches on her belly made when they moved against the sheets. Jane hadn't cleaned the wounds with alcohol or anything, and she thought it would be immature to let Walter see her little wounds. She just hoped they would heal soon and the pain would fade. Halfway into the story Jane felt her eyelids become heavy, and the book slipped from her hands as she fell asleep.
Outside the house Bane just drove his Hummer back into the garage. He had needed to get away from Jane, to keep himself from doing things he didn't wanted to do just jet. He was glad he had found a way to get his mind of things here, being in town making new plans. He stepped out of the car, walking towards the front door where Barsad and Toby stood talking.
"Sir", Toby greeted him. Barsad gave him a little nod.
"I take it everything is as it should be around here?" Bane asked, looking at Barsad while asking this. He left Barsad in charge here when he left. Until he could trust Jane here alone, he had to leave his most loyal man here, looking out for him and her.
"Of course", Barsad spoke, his accent sounded almost mocking. Bane smiled under his mask.
"Good, then I won't require your services tonight men", Bane send them off. Finally he made his way into the house, seeing all the lights were off and no sound was heard. He took of his jacket, throwing it over one of the kitchen chairs. He slowly made his way to the bedroom. He saw the lights were still on, so he assumed she would still be awake. But when he entered the bedroom he saw she was fast asleep, a book laying on her belly. She must have fell asleep during reading. Bane smiled. He gently walked up to her, not wanting to wake her. He took the book and placed it on the night desk beside the bed. Then he pulled the blankets up over her form. Her long hair was sprawled over her pillow, her face showing no worry or fear. He looked at her for a few minutes, before he walked into the bathroom, taking a much needed shower.
When he finished he pulled on some shorts and then turned out the lights in the bedroom. He walked to his side of the bed, gently stepping in. He turned on his side, watching Jane sleep peacefully. He slid close to her, pulling her in his arms, her back against his chest. Jane stirred but didn't woke. Bane sighed and let himself drift off to sleep.
The next morning Bane woke before Jane. He enjoyed having her this close to him, without her being scared or turning away. But of course this could only last for so long. He knew when she would awake, she would instantly pull away from him. But, since she was still asleep, he just enjoyed the moment. He traced one of her arms, stroking it gently. He still found her so fragile compared to him. Not only her form, but also the way she reacted to him. He knew she didn't dared to anger him, but he was curious how long that would last. How long it would take for the real Jane to come out. He had seen how she behaved in school and in the super market where she worked. In school she was just the regular student, but in the supermarket she leaded the sell team. And he had also seen that she could speak up to people when things didn't went the way she wanted them. But that was a side he hadn't seen from her here and he was really curious when he would find out that side of hers. Jane stirred some more in his arms. She started pulling away, turning on her belly. Something made her jump up that instant, and Bane was quite sure it wasn't him.
"Oh", she shrieked. Bane chuckled, what caused Jane to turn immediately. Her eyes grew wide when she saw him lying beside her.
"What- what are you doing here, I thought you were gone" she said, moving away from him. She moved herself to the edge of the bed. She really wanted to step out of it, but considering she was only in her panties and bra, she lingered on the edge of the bed. Bane smiled.
"I was, angel, I was. But I returned of course." He eyed her, wondering what had made her winch like that, before she had even noticed him.
"Is everything alright, Jane?", he asked, sitting up in bed. Jane slowly nodded, pulling the sheets up to her chin. Bane chuckled. He wondered when she would learn.
"Where have you been?", Jane asked, not really interested in his answer, she just wanted to lead the conversation elsewhere. Bane cocked his head to the side.
"Is that just curiosity or are you trying to distract me, my dear?", he asked, with amusement in his voice. Jane swallowed.
"Never mind", she said stepping out of the bed, quickly walking over to the closet, pulling out her robe. She quickly tied it around her form, her back to the bed. Bane followed her, stepping out of the bed and putting on some pants and a tight black, long sleeved shirt.
Jane walked towards the bedroom door, but a firm grip on her upper arm stopped her. Bane pulled her towards him, turning her in the process.
"That answer won't do. Tell me, what made you shriek in pain? Have you hurt yourself?", Bane asked his eyes staring into hers. Jane swallowed. Most of the small cuts on her stomach had healed just fine. Only one in particular had slightly swollen and was hurting. But that wasn't something Bane needed to know. Bane raised his eyebrows. Jane tried pulling her arm back but Bane's grip only grew more strong. The staring contest went on as Bane's other hand untied the knot on her robe.
"Don't-"
"Be silent", Bane's harsh voice shut her off. Jane stilled and dropped her gaze to his hand. When he opened her robe, he placed both of his hands on her shoulders, shoving the robe completely off. Jane took a little step back covering herself, her eyes on the floor. Bane's gaze quickly scanned her body, ending on the cut low on her stomach.
"What have you done to yourself?", he asked, one of his large finger tracing the red line. Jane shivered. Jane swallowed, looking him in the eyes.
"The other day I dropped a glass and fell in it", she softly spoke. Bane didn't answered instantly what made Jane nervous.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" she finally said, she couldn't take the silence any longer. She showed her hands to him, palms up.
"See? I fell in it, and some pieces scratched my stomach also", Jane said. Bane eyed her hands.
"And why didn't you clean them properly then?", his hard tone didn't go unnoticed by Jane.
"If you're so capable of taking care of yourself, you should have known that you had to disinfect these scratches", he said, roughly stroking his thumb over the slight scars on her hands.
"Well I would have, if I knew where to find something to do that with", Jane snapped back pulling her hands down, momentarily forgetting who she was talking to. Bane's gaze was hard and cold, and Jane fought the urge not to turn and run.
"Follow me", he only said, walking back into the bathroom. Jane slowly complied. She didn't liked where the conversation was going, and wondered what he planned on doing.
Bane opened one of the upper cabinets, taking out a medicine box.
"Maybe we find something in here, perhaps, to disinfect your wound with", he said mockingly. Jane huffed.
"Yeah, like I knew where to find that", she spoke softly. But by the way Bane eyed her, she knew he had heard her.
"Sit down", he motioned to the closet toilet seat. Jane did as she was told, until she saw him take out a little scalpel.
"You're not going to cut me, do you hear. Really not", she said jumping up from her seat. Bane firmly gripped her upper arm, before she could leave the bathroom.
"Would you rather have it infected? Maybe die from it?" he darkly asked.
"Yes", Jane answered eyeing the scalpel in his other hand. Bane pushed her back onto the toilet seat, blocking her way out.
"If you won't want me to do it, then do it yourself. But you have to make a small cut into the wound, otherwise the infection will only get worse." Jane kept staring at him defiantly.
"I'm not going to cut myself!", Jane said. She couldn't believe this was happening. Couldn't she get some antibiotics and get this over with?
Bane cocked his head to the side and just when Jane thought he had changed his mind he stroke. He swiftly pulled her up and in his arms, her back to his chest. With one arm he held her firmly in place, her arms blocked on her chest and between his arm. The other moved the scalpel down onto her stomach and made a small incision on the wound.
"Oh", she winched. But then it was already over and done with. Bane released her and threw the scalpel into the sink.
"And now we properly clean it", he said, taking the medicine box and pulling out some bandages and a bottle of alcohol.
"I can do that myself, thank you very much" Jane said, not wanting him to touch here more than he already had.
"Since you have proven to me that you can't, I will tend you your wound, Jane. And that's the end of it." His tone was still dark and harsh, but the cold look in his eyes was gone. Jane noticed that when she finally had the guts to look him in the eyes.
He gently lifted her by her hips, placing her into the bathtub. Then he took the showerhead, putting it on. Jane refused to say anything. He cleaned her wound, rinsing it with cold water. Jane shivered at the cold contact, but she averted her gaze on the wall. Bane didn't spoke either. Her panties where soaked, and she was getting really cold, but then Bane pulled the shower head away, shutting it off.
He walked off, returning with a towel. Jane still stood in the tub, her eyes fixed on the towel.
"Do you find me capable enough to dry myself?", Jane asked. Bane ignored her and then lifted her out of the tub. He started drying her stomach. Jane found this really uncomfortable.
"I need to change", Jane muttered. Bane dried her legs and then dropped the towel, taking the bottle of alcohol and pouring some on a piece of cotton.
He took place on the toilet seat and lowered her panties just the tiniest bit, making Jane feel even more nervous as he placed the cotton against her wound. Jane pulled back, hissing at the contact.
"You're hurting me", she whimpered, taking a few more steps back. Bane sighed.
"If you hadn't created this infection, I wouldn't have to clean it. Now come here and let me finish this", he spoke. Jane found there was no way mocking the way he was looking right now. So with small steps she walked back to him. He placed on hand on her back, holding her in place. Then he firmly cleaned her wound, taking only a minute or two to finish.
"There, all done", he muttered placing a piece of bandage over it and taping it down on her stomach. He stood and closed the box, putting it back into the cabinet. Jane swiftly walked by him, back into the bedroom. She quickly changed into some dry panties. After that she took a white blouse from her closet, hastily putting it on. She heard the bathroom door being closed. Trying to ignore him completely she then took out some jean and hopped into them. Bane sat on the bed, eyeing her interestedly.
"Now, tell me. What you have been doing in my absence", Bane spoke. Jane inwardly shivered. His voice still made her do that. Even after living with him for some days now.
She took the time to adjust her jeans before she slowly turned and faced him.
"I've been reading." Bane nodded his head in approval. But he wanted more.
"And watched some TV, that's about it", she said, hugging herself. Bane found her awkwardness endearing. She still was so nervous, scared like a little dog. But he had seen a little bit more from the real Jane back in the bathroom. But she had turned back into her scared roll just like that.
"I heard you didn't attempted any escapes." Jane's head snapped up.
"You said I should not try to escape", she said matter-of-factly, growing annoyed. Bane smiled.
"So you do listen when I speak to you," he said. Even Jane could hear the amusement in his voice.
Another silence fell.
"Tell me Jane, is it really that hard to live with me. Here in this beautiful house." Jane rather not answered that question truthfully. She was quite sure he wouldn't like her answer.
When she didn't answered, he stood from the bed. Jane took a step aside, but he wasn't walking towards her, he walked over to the window.
"The weather is quite nice and enjoyable", he said. Jane found this most cruel, since he could walk outside whenever he wanted to and she had to beg him to take her out.
"If one is allowed outside, then yes", she said, walking out of the bedroom. She took place on the couch, starting another book. It didn't took Bane long to follow her.
"All you need to do is ask, my dear", he said, walking over to the kitchen. Jane didn't reacted. She heard some paper rustling and figured he was reading a newspaper of some sort. After reading for a while, Jane grew bored and switched on the TV. The news was on and after a second, Jane was shocked to see her mother's crying face on screen.
"My baby would never leave without telling us or her closest friends where she was going. That's not like our Jane at all", her mother's shaky voice said. Tears were streaming down her face. The news reporter filled them in.
"22 year old student Jane Howards is missed since last Friday. Jane has brown eyes and long brown hair. She has a normal height and figure. Please call the number on screen if you know anything about Jane Howards whereabouts."
They once again showed her crying mother. Then they went on with the next news subject. Tears were streaming down Jane's face. She couldn't bear seeing her mother like this. It broke her heart. She heard Bane put the newspaper down. Before he could even approach her she stormed out of the living room. She dropped herself on the bed and cried, just cried. What if her parents and friends thought she was dead? They would be grieving while she was locked up in here! Tears kept coming and Jane sobbed into the pillows.
Bane knew she would find out sooner or later. He had hoped the latter, but now she knew. He watched her run into the bedroom and heard her sobs. He lingered in the kitchen for some time, not sure how to handle this. Then he followed the sound of her soft cries. She lay curled up on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest. She had hidden her face in the pillows, her body shaking. Bane watched her for a little while. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, placing one hand on her shaking form. Jane didn't even seemed to notice. He then pulled her on his lap, her face against his chest. She didn't struggled like she often did and just cried into his shirt.
"I would do anything for you to take me back", Jane's soft voice said after her cries had ceased a little bit. Bane's strong arms held her, tightening at her words.
"Hush now, don't say things you're not intending to follow through", he said, stroking her back. At that moment Jane would even consider fighting grizzly bears to get home. Even though it was perfectly clear he wasn't planning on letting her go.
After fifteen minutes Jane stood from his lap.
"Will you let me go outside for a little while", she asked. Her eyes were still filled with tears, but the sobbing had stopped. Bane took her features in.
"If you promise not to make any attempts to flee, we could go for a stroll", he said. Jane quickly nodded. But Bane wanted a verbal answer from her.
"I promise." Bane then slowly stood, leading her to the backdoor. He unlocked the door and held it open for Jane. She walked out, waiting for him to follow. She didn't wanted him to think she would go running off, so she slowly walked behind him. Bane was just strolling around, heading for the sitting area. He placed himself on a seat and watched Jane walk up to the wooden fence. She stared out over the lake. Silent tears still made their way down her face.
"I'm no use to you. I will be a wreck without my family, without the people I love", Jane said, keeping her eyes on the water before her. Bane chuckled.
"You're strong enough to adjust to your new home, your new family. I have been watching you closely Jane. Even when you're where relocated to the new store you knew nobody in, you adjusted. Without your so well-known colleagues. And I knew it was one of your biggest fears, starting somewhere over, where you knew nobody." Jane swallowed. He was right. Oh how she hated that he knew so much about her! A year ago she had promoted on her job, but she had to move into a new store where she indeed didn't know anybody in. She had been really anxious to start there all over, all alone. But she liked it there and had made new friends. But she didn't liked the comparison he was making. This was not some job you could quit, this was her life. And that hadn't been her own decision. She had no saying in this matter.
"That's entirely different. That was my own choice", she said, turning to face Bane. He just sat there, relaxed and comfortable. While she was nervous all the time, afraid of the next move he would make. And she hated him for it.
"I don't think it's that different at all. You've proven to be stronger then you'd initially thought you'd be. You've grown."
"Maybe I don't want to grow, maybe I just want to stay pitiful me! That should be my own choice, not yours", she said, getting angry. Bane stood walking over to her.
"Or maybe, your life was waiting to expand, to learn new things. Grow", he walked till he stood before her. She was trapped between him, his arms and the wooden fence.
"I'll always hate you for this", Jane said. She regretted the word as soon as they left her mouth. She was very fearful for his reaction. He moved one hand to her face, erasing the tears on her cheeks.
"We will see, Angel. We will see." Bane smiled behind his mask. After the breaking comes the building. And he couldn't wait to rebuild his angel.
Soooo what do you guys think? Sorry it took me so long to update, But I've been re-writing this chapter, till I liked it. It will take some time for Jane to warm up to him, but she eventually will. Please do share your thoughts and ideas with me!