Chapter number 4. One mistake.

Martha sat at the end of her bed in the quiet, still, empty room. The rest of the girls were all off were ever they wished to go for the rest of the day, they had nothing to prepare for today so there was no point in Sasha making them stay and do nothing, the only condition of them going out was that they were back by six. Normally on a catering free day Martha would be out there with them too, but she wasn't in the mood for it today, her mind was focusing on her past, the past she would do anything to change, the past she couldn't seem to move on from no matter how hard she tried, it was always something she couldn't forget. She could still remember the last time she saw Jacks face, the last time she saw her home and her family, she missed it all so much, and now there was no way out, she was a slave, and she belonged to Sasha. She just wished that she hadn't run away in the first place, Rose was right, she didn't know what the answerers to her questions were, and running away from the truth hadn't done anything for her, in fact it had made things even worse for her. At least she still had friends like Rose, she would of probably given up living life long ago if she didn't. Life as a slave was tough, not as tough as roughing it on the streets with nowhere to stay or go, but still tough."Why did I have to be so stupid" Martha yelled out, throwing a pillow at the wall on the other side of the room and fell back onto the hard mattress covering her face with the palms of her hands "It was just one mistake, and now I'm nothing".

What seemed like a life time away, Jack was also sitting on the edge of his bed but in stead he was sitting on a soft king sized double water bed in a large well furnished room. His cousin was dead, dead and gone. In the background was the clear sound of Maddie's crying from down the hall way in the big mansion that he shared with Tony, Beth, Lucas, Maddie and once upon a time Taylor. If it wasn't for Taylors suggestion of them all chipping in to that Lottery ticket then they would probably still be living in the same old house that was slowly getting smaller and smaller as new people arrived. Jack sighed and got up, deciding that mopping around was only going to make him more miserable he walked over to the old wooden trunk in the corner of his room that he had been meaning to clean out for ages. He opened it and looked at what was inside, it had been so long since he'd looked in here that he'd forgotten what was inside. On top was some old photo albums, he lifted them out carefully and placed them on the floor next to him. Under neath was a few things, there was the engagement ring he had once planed on giving to Martha, the rubber spider that she had planted in Jacks room to give him a fright and the winning pool ball she gave him when she was trying to make things up to him after he lost his hearing in one ear because of her prank. Jack looked closely at the three items at the bottom of the trunk, he hadn't thought about Martha in so long, no wonder he hadn't looked in here for so long, he had been trying to lock her out of his memory, and now it had all come back and hit him in the face. "I guess I'll never know if she said yes or not" he mumbled to himself, felling even more miserable than before, he would never meet another girl as special in his eyes as her.

"Martha" Rose called out as she entered the room where they all slept. She walked over to where Martha was lying on her side with her back turned to her. "Martha" Rose repeated herself.

Martha didn't say anything she just sat up and turned around to face Rose. "It was just one mistake, why do I have to keep suffering for it?" she sobbed crying into Rose's shoulder "Remember my dream".

"Yeah, how could I forget" Rose said.

"I wish I could forget it, it's been driving me crazy all day. I wish I just knew what it ment".

The rest of the day wasn't any better, sitting through dinner along with all the other girls was hard, she couldn't let them see she was upset, it would be going round for as long as it took to get something new to gossip about.

"How are you feeling?" Rose asked when everyone else had left the table after they were finished eating.

"Yeah, fine" Martha said still acting like nothing was wrong.

"No, Martha, how are you really feeling?"

Martha sighed and gave in, Rose could read her like a book. "I've been better".

"Well why don't you go and have a shower to clear your head then" Rose suggested.

"Are you really sure a cold shower is going to help?"

"Well it's better then no shower"

"Yeah I guess so"

"Martha think positively with me for a minute, instead of thinking about everything you haven't got, think about what you have got" Rose told her.

"Ok" Martha answered starting to think. "Well I've got an amazing best friend" she started.

"Just like I've got an amazing best friend" Rose replied smiling.

"And I've got a roof over my head. I've got food, and a place to sleep. I guess that's something to be thankful for" Martha added. Rose always found a way to cheer her up, she was good at that. "Thanks. I think I might go and have that shower".

"That's alright".

That night as everyone was going to bed Martha was feeling a lot better, that shower had defiantly cleared her head, even though she was shivering the whole time from the temperature. She slept well that night, well actually she only slept well for a little while, she began to have another dream, but this time the dreamed was going to puzzle her more than the last.

DREAM

Martha was standing in a hospital room, in front of her was he mother with a baby in her arms. She had a closer look at the little girl, her name tag on her tiny arm read Martha Maclean daughter of Ruth Stuart and Brett Maclean. But the baby looked nothing like her, the baby had blue eyes, unlike her brown ones and her facial features looked nothing like hers.

END OF DREAM

Martha woke up confused, but soon went back to sleep peacefully.

Next time:

Martha's unknown truth continues to become clear.

Thursday's funeral has finally arrived, will Martha have to face the people from her past?

Can she avoid them? (I know I said that would be in this chapter but it will be in the next).