Secrets She Will Share

Jane winced as Jack dabbed at her injury. "I told you it would hurt," he said seriously. The cloth that the doctor had been using was now stained red with Jane's blood. "It looks like you're going to need stitches." The man sighed heavily as he reached for his needle and thread case.

"Oh, this will be fun!" Jane said sarcastically as she shifted into a more comfortable position. Jack warned her not to move a lot while he sewed the wound shut so Jane barely even breathed.

She could feel the needle go through the numb area of her forehead. It didn't hurt; it just felt funny. Jack pushed Jane's hair out of his way and tilted her head back. He nodded and wiped his hands on a clean cloth signifying he was done. It hadn't taken as long as both thought it would.

Jane couldn't raise her eyebrows as Jack sat on the ground before of her. She looked down and ran her hands down her abdomen. The doctor had reassured her that the baby was all right after they had gotten to the caves. She swallowed hard. There was one of those heavy moments she hated so much.

"Has he ever done this to you before?" Jack asked right of the bat.

Jane debated with herself whether or not to tell him about everything. "Yes." She answered after much hesitation. Jack closed his eyes and let out a sigh as if his worst fears had been realized.

"How often does he hit you?"

"Not that often. Only when he gets really upset. Like I told you he's always had a quick temper." She looked ashamed, almost. She didn't look at Jack or around Jack as a matter of fact. She just stared at the ground.

"What's the worst thing he's ever done to you?" Jane looked up and didn't answer. Instead her eyes started to dart like they did when he first interrogated her when she washed up on shore. He realized how scared she was. He went up and grabbed her hands gently. "Please, Jane, I need you to tell me. What did he do to you?" Jack could see tears line her eyes. She didn't want to tell him.

"He…He rapped me, Jack."

"Oh, I love dancing David!" Jane exclaimed as they walked through the door of their house. They had gone dancing with a few friends that night and of coarse there had been alcohol involved and David was now drunk like no one's business.

The man danced around the house; into the kitchen and out of the kitchen into the bathroom (where he started singing the thong song) and out of the bathroom. Jane laughed to herself. He had been making crude comments and just being an overall jerk that night. She was trying not to let it bother her even thought it did.

Jane on the other hand was sober. She had never had a mind or taste for drinking. She set her purse on the coffee table in the living room before walking to the bedroom and leaning against the door frame to watch the drunk man dance about the room. She smiled at how stupid he looked.

He stopped and turned around to look at her. He stood still for a minute and then said in slurred speech, "You know…black makes you look pale. You should have worn the red one." He was referring to her dress of choice for the evening. She looked down at the little black cocktail dress that clung tightly to her small middle. She decided not to take insult to it considering David's present state.

"David you know…you can be a real ass when you're drunk." She walked into the room and took off her earrings and laid them on top of the large dresser they both shared. She looked in the mirror that hung over the dresser to see what David was doing. Probably, making up more dance moves, she told herself. David stood perfectly still. He seemed more sober than he had only moments earlier.

"David?" Jane asked as confusion and fear caught in her throat.

"He what?" Jack couldn't believe it.

"You heard me Jack." Jane looked at him seriously. "You heard what I said."

David marched up to her and grabbed her wrists. "What did you call me?" He said in a harsh tone.

"It was joke! I didn't mean it, David." Jane tried in her defense. David's eyes flashed with anger and his hand rose and came across her face. Jane's head flopped to the side but whipped back around, a fire in her eyes.

"You hit me." She breathed. He had let go of her wrists so her hand moved to her cheek. "You can't hit me."

He slapped her again to prove her wrong. She was furious. She wanted to hit him back but she knew that would make her just as bad as he was. She stomped out of the room.

As she got out of the door she felt David's hand grab her arm again. She spun around to meet his face. "You're not a very nice person. Someone should teach you how to behave." He threw her on the bedroom floor. It was then that she knew what he was going to do.

'This isn't happening! Not to me!' She backed herself up against the dresser and held on to one of its handles as she watched him unzip his zipper.

"How long ago was this?" Jack asked his chest becoming heavy with emotion.

"About six and half months ago." She looked down at her stomach. Jack then knew that was when her child was conceived.

Jane lay on the bed after what seemed like endless torture. She wanted to scream and cry and...but she couldn't do any of those things. She physically couldn't do it. It was to much for her.

David had left the house about an hour earlier. She didn't know were he went nor did she care. She didn't want him to come back. She wished that a semi truch would just happen to hit him while he walked down the side of the road.

Her whole body ached. Her head spun and felt as if she were going to be sick. She had to get out. She couldn't stay with him. She sat up, the sheets still drapped across her. Thetearingpain rocketed through her body. She felt numb inside. No emotion, no feeling, no nothing. She didn't even feelherself pick up the phone.

She looked at thenumber she dialed. It wasn't 9-1-1 like she thought she would call in situation like this. She was dialing hersister's number.She held the phone lightly to herear. One ring...two rings...three rings...'Please pick up,' she thought.

"Hello?"Her sister's american voice sounded in herear. That was when Jane cried. Shecould only get a few words out. She cried so hard she couldn't breath. Ita good few minutes before she could speak a whole sentence.

"Jessie? I need to talk to you." Was all she said.

"Baby what is it?" Her older sister cooed. Jessie knew there was something wrong.

"It's about David." She paused to take a breath. "Can you come over here?"

Oh, my god. He had no idea. He didn't know what to do for her. He could only imagine how terrified she was of David. How terrified she was of having this baby. His chest was tight when he breathed and perspiration pricked his forehead. It was going to be hard not to attack him the next he saw David.

Jane looked down and saw that Jack still held her hands. Tears stung her eyes again. There was something about Jack. His hands were warm and smooth. There was gentleness to them. Something inside told her that Jack wouldn't let her be afraid anymore. She looked up with a shaky breath.

Jack saw a tear escape her eye. He took on the responsibility of wiping it away with his thumb. He then rested his hand on her cheek. "I'm not going to let him hurt you again. I promise." The man felt the woman relax somewhat at his words. He had made her a promise he intended on keeping, no matter what the consequences.

A/N: Ooh, there's some foreshadowing going on. I didn't go with the lemon because I think get more of the effect this way. You know the whole 'behind closed doors' thing. I'm sorry it seems like my chapters are getting shorter and shorter. I can assure you the next few are not. In fact, I think the one coming up may be the longest in the story! Well anyway, read and review! I love you all!