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I got inducted into some high-over-achiever academic club and my parents wouldn't take me to freakin' DAIRY QUEEN so now I'm angry. And my best friend is being mean and my world sucks right now so let's hope my bad mood doesn't reflect into my story!
Again, thanks to all the reviewers! You've made my day, quite honestly. Sorry to TheCap'noftheBlackPearl, I apologize for your frustration!
Jen felt fury burn through her veins. In a fluid, simple move she kneed her captor in the groin. He moaned with pain and dropped the ground. Jen grabbed the pistol and pointed it at Adam.
"You bastard. I trusted you." She snapped again. Norrington's eyebrows raised nearly to his wig.
"Language, Miss Lanyen." Jen glared at the commodore as he spoke her old name.
"Shut up." She snarled. Adam rolled his eyes.
"Miss Lanyen, as I already told you, you give your trust to easily. Such as to my nephew here. Your parents are not yet aware of your arrival. However,"
"My parents?" Jen said with a nervous look. She remembered well standing before her father with nothing but her shift on and the bite of the metal belt buckle against her skin. Jen twitched in memory of the pain.
"Of course. I think they'd be grateful to know that their daughter is safe." Jen was paling considerably and Jack moved closer towards her. Adam trained his pistol on him.
"Leave her be Jack. She'll be fine." He said coolly. Jen glared even crueler at the commodore.
"I can't believe you would allow him to treat us like this, Commodore. I am under the protection of the Crown, therefore you shouldn't allow Adam to do this." She argued. James shook his head and stepped forward, gaining confidence as he grinned.
"So it seems. Unfortunately, you aided a fugitive. Therefore, you are a criminal." Jen aimed for the weak spot.
"A lady? You would put a lady in danger?" She asked. James blushed red and began to mutter, fishing for an excuse.
"Indeed, yes, well, under the circumstances," He trailed off, backing up again. Adam grinned.
"Clever as you are, Jennifer, I'm afraid Jack will be forced to keep his promise. You will stay with me in a guest room. Jack will stay at the Turners with armed guards around the house. I will inform your parents of your arrival, Miss Lanyen, however, you are under my protection. Tomorrow is a party to be held in honor of your engagement. Good night to you both." Adam said, walking by Jen and Jack. Jack discreetly took Jen's hand and began to pull her towards the door. Quicker than either of them could have reacted, Adam grabbed Jen away, pulled out his dagger and held it against her throat. Jack froze.
"Don't touch her, Hawke." He said slowly. "You'll regret it if you do, savvy mate." It wasn't a question. Hawke nodded.
"Go on." He said dismissively. Jack turned and left slowly, accompanied by Norrington and ten members of the navy who materialized outside the house. The door shut and Adam turned Jen to face him.
"Let this serve as a reminder." He said with a grin. The point of the dagger slid forcefully three inches across Jen's chest. She clenched her teeth, trying to be stoic and show no emotion.
"Goodnight, Jennifer."
Jen woke to find herself in the twisted and slightly damp covers of an enormous bed with a fluffy white comforter. Her skin was flushed and sweaty, the sheets were tangled around her. The thing she missed most was the additional warmth that Jack added. They had been sharing a bed for the past year or so; it was strange to be awake without him. Jen got up, there was a new outfit laid out on the bed. The sunlight streamed in through the window. However, Jen had no intention on wearing the beautiful dress, or dining with Adam. She rushed to the window to escape with Jack. To her dismay, the windows had been bolted shut. Gritting her teeth, Jen gave in and pulled on the dress. She headed over to the door and yanked it open. Adam Hawke was waiting for her.
"Miss Jennifer, you look lovely." He said with a grin.
"Shut it." She snarled.
"Quite the feisty one. Come. We have a party to prepare for, and you require a suitable dress for seeing your parents in. As well as the fact that you will be seeing your parents tonight and announcing your engagement. You must look good, seeing as you'll be my niece." Jen remained silent, wishing she could voice her opinion of him. Adam stopped a servant in the hall.
"Mary, send for Mrs. Alma. We have need of her services. Tell her to bring a few of her most beautiful dresses." He ordered. The maid curtsied and scurried away to do his bidding. Jen and Adam continued down the stairs to where a table was set. This time, they were seated far from each other, he at the head, she at the foot. Breakfast was silent. When Jen stopped eating, Adam stood and walked over to him. She glared at him from the corner of her eye. Before she could say or do anything, his right hand tugged the front of her dress down until the knife mark was in view. With his left hand, he brushed his fingers over the sore line, causing Jen to hold her breath to slow the waves of pain.
"We'll have someone attend to that. Anyway, I am having one of the seamstresses come. She'll be fitting you with a new wardrobe for the party, your days and nights here, and of course, your wedding. So, go upstairs to your room and wait for her."
"When can I see Jack?" Jen asked after standing up.
"Tonight at the party. I'm sending someone over to make him presentable as well."
UP NEXT IS THE PARTY AND MAKING JACK AND JEN PRESENTABLE BY ADAM'S STANDARDS! SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA SHORT AND NOT TOO EXCITING!
I got inducted into some high-over-achiever academic club and my parents wouldn't take me to freakin' DAIRY QUEEN so now I'm angry. And my best friend is being mean and my world sucks right now so let's hope my bad mood doesn't reflect into my story!
Again, thanks to all the reviewers! You've made my day, quite honestly. Sorry to TheCap'noftheBlackPearl, I apologize for your frustration!
Jen felt fury burn through her veins. In a fluid, simple move she kneed her captor in the groin. He moaned with pain and dropped the ground. Jen grabbed the pistol and pointed it at Adam.
"You bastard. I trusted you." She snapped again. Norrington's eyebrows raised nearly to his wig.
"Language, Miss Lanyen." Jen glared at the commodore as he spoke her old name.
"Shut up." She snarled. Adam rolled his eyes.
"Miss Lanyen, as I already told you, you give your trust to easily. Such as to my nephew here. Your parents are not yet aware of your arrival. However,"
"My parents?" Jen said with a nervous look. She remembered well standing before her father with nothing but her shift on and the bite of the metal belt buckle against her skin. Jen twitched in memory of the pain.
"Of course. I think they'd be grateful to know that their daughter is safe." Jen was paling considerably and Jack moved closer towards her. Adam trained his pistol on him.
"Leave her be Jack. She'll be fine." He said coolly. Jen glared even crueler at the commodore.
"I can't believe you would allow him to treat us like this, Commodore. I am under the protection of the Crown, therefore you shouldn't allow Adam to do this." She argued. James shook his head and stepped forward, gaining confidence as he grinned.
"So it seems. Unfortunately, you aided a fugitive. Therefore, you are a criminal." Jen aimed for the weak spot.
"A lady? You would put a lady in danger?" She asked. James blushed red and began to mutter, fishing for an excuse.
"Indeed, yes, well, under the circumstances," He trailed off, backing up again. Adam grinned.
"Clever as you are, Jennifer, I'm afraid Jack will be forced to keep his promise. You will stay with me in a guest room. Jack will stay at the Turners with armed guards around the house. I will inform your parents of your arrival, Miss Lanyen, however, you are under my protection. Tomorrow is a party to be held in honor of your engagement. Good night to you both." Adam said, walking by Jen and Jack. Jack discreetly took Jen's hand and began to pull her towards the door. Quicker than either of them could have reacted, Adam grabbed Jen away, pulled out his dagger and held it against her throat. Jack froze.
"Don't touch her, Hawke." He said slowly. "You'll regret it if you do, savvy mate." It wasn't a question. Hawke nodded.
"Go on." He said dismissively. Jack turned and left slowly, accompanied by Norrington and ten members of the navy who materialized outside the house. The door shut and Adam turned Jen to face him.
"Let this serve as a reminder." He said with a grin. The point of the dagger slid forcefully three inches across Jen's chest. She clenched her teeth, trying to be stoic and show no emotion.
"Goodnight, Jennifer."
Jen woke to find herself in the twisted and slightly damp covers of an enormous bed with a fluffy white comforter. Her skin was flushed and sweaty, the sheets were tangled around her. The thing she missed most was the additional warmth that Jack added. They had been sharing a bed for the past year or so; it was strange to be awake without him. Jen got up, there was a new outfit laid out on the bed. The sunlight streamed in through the window. However, Jen had no intention on wearing the beautiful dress, or dining with Adam. She rushed to the window to escape with Jack. To her dismay, the windows had been bolted shut. Gritting her teeth, Jen gave in and pulled on the dress. She headed over to the door and yanked it open. Adam Hawke was waiting for her.
"Miss Jennifer, you look lovely." He said with a grin.
"Shut it." She snarled.
"Quite the feisty one. Come. We have a party to prepare for, and you require a suitable dress for seeing your parents in. As well as the fact that you will be seeing your parents tonight and announcing your engagement. You must look good, seeing as you'll be my niece." Jen remained silent, wishing she could voice her opinion of him. Adam stopped a servant in the hall.
"Mary, send for Mrs. Alma. We have need of her services. Tell her to bring a few of her most beautiful dresses." He ordered. The maid curtsied and scurried away to do his bidding. Jen and Adam continued down the stairs to where a table was set. This time, they were seated far from each other, he at the head, she at the foot. Breakfast was silent. When Jen stopped eating, Adam stood and walked over to him. She glared at him from the corner of her eye. Before she could say or do anything, his right hand tugged the front of her dress down until the knife mark was in view. With his left hand, he brushed his fingers over the sore line, causing Jen to hold her breath to slow the waves of pain.
"We'll have someone attend to that. Anyway, I am having one of the seamstresses come. She'll be fitting you with a new wardrobe for the party, your days and nights here, and of course, your wedding. So, go upstairs to your room and wait for her."
"When can I see Jack?" Jen asked after standing up.
"Tonight at the party. I'm sending someone over to make him presentable as well."
UP NEXT IS THE PARTY AND MAKING JACK AND JEN PRESENTABLE BY ADAM'S STANDARDS! SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA SHORT AND NOT TOO EXCITING!