Author's note: The last 2 chapters and this one should really be one big chapter but I decides to split them up so… enjoy. So its raining the entire time, for all you slow students.

Love Across Time

Chapter 8: Vision From the Past

A little silence were Jack still marveled at the pieces of the future sat between us. I spent the silence wondering of these boy's future.

Suddenly I decided to brake the silence. "So where are your parents?"

Jack was surprised by this quick drop back to earth. He sighed. "My mom died when I was about 5…" he said letting the sentence hang.

I knew I shouldn't have but I questioned further. "And your dad?"

"… he's in prison."

"Why?"

"He got himself caught trying to steal some money from this rich guy's house and accidentally killed the man." he said quietly. I put my hand on his shoulder… if he only knew.

He looked up at me. "What about you?" I knew this was coming.

"Well, my real mother died when I was almost five as well. But my dad… well he didn't like the way I turned out."

"Why." I gave him a look.

"I was so headstrong when I was younger… I still am and he didn't like that. he disliked it so much that he force me into being what he wanted me to be. He only did this after my mother passed away and he found himself a new wife. So one day I ran away with my two best friends Connor and Phoebe."

Jack could tell this was going to be a long story. "Where did you go?"

"I had no real direction. My father never let me go to other relatives homes so we just ran." I stopped for a moment letting the memories flow over me. "We came to a forest one day and ran though it to the other side. We found a young couple who lived on the other side. Connor and Phoebe didn't want to go see them… but I did. I don't know why or how but they took me into their arms as their own child and they found good homes nearby for Connor and Phoebe."

"I lived with them for the longest time. They had their own daughter, Emily, but they did not favor. They were the best thing that ever happened to me."

I stopped. My throat had that feeling that you get when your trying not to cry… like something large and sad was trying to escape me through my mouth and into Jack's. My tale had only just begun and Jack could tell.

I swallowed then went on with my tale. "But it was too good to last."

"Did they get murdered?"

"No, worse. The last person you could expect turned on them and took the world out from under all of us." It was getting hard to talk. The memories filled my head… memories I worked so hard to forget. But I kept going. It was like a burden I couldn't wait to get rid of… it was like Jack could rid me of the weight.

I could feel the tears coming. I had to finish the story before the tears came. "Then one night when I was 12 Connor and me were watching a movie when we fell asleep on the couch, my dad had been drinking that night, and when he found us together he just… snapped. He came at me with a knife screaming at me… he slammed it into my gut destroying the chance of me ever having children. I fell to the floor screaming for help…" My hand was over the old wound. I could feel the blade.

The tears had come. They ran down my face slowly… almost like they were caught in the wave of memory as well. "…Then he turned to Connor… he beat him until Leo came. Leo had been in his yard next door and had heard my screams. Leo was a prison guard so he quickly subdued my dad.

"An ambulance came and took us to the hospital. Connor recovered quickly… he escaped with only a few bruises and a broken arm and collar bone. But I was a different story… I had lost a lot of blood and my uterus was destroyed.

"My father was sent to prison with the convictions of child abuse, attempted murder, and resisting arrest. He was sent to jail for 25 years to life." Their was more that came later in the story… but I could not tell him this now.

I finally looked at him. I could see the pity and pain for me in his eyes. He said nothing but he gathered me up in his arms to cry. He cradled me gently as though I was a doll that would break. He seemed to understand the pain I went through then and now retelling the story.

"I shouldn't have asked you to tell me your story." he whispered into my hair.

"You deserved to know." I whispered back. "Besides that's only par of the story." I regretfully pulled myself from his embrace. "But I'm in no state to tell you today."

Author's next note: TEARCRYCOB! And this is only the beginning of this tale. Please RR tell me if I should do a lighter next chapter or do you want to keep going with finding more about Jessie's past. TELL ME!