Chapter number 15. Your Guardian angel would be shocked.
"Ok, this is your room" Brett told Martha as he opened up the fancy white double doors with gold handles.
"Oh my goodness, this is like as big as the room all twenty six of the maids at Sasha's dinning hall shared" Martha exclaimed, her mouth wide open still trying to get over the size of it.
"Well lucky you then cause you've got it all to yourself".
"Thank you" Martha said.
"It's my pleasure. Look Martha I know I wasn't much of a father to you when you were growing up, but I promise thats going to change form now on".
"Really?"
"Really, now you should probably get some rest, I'll see you in the morning".
"Ok, good night".
"Oh and before I forget, I'll send one of the maids up to put some cloths in the wardrobe for you in the morning".
"Ok thanks" she replied before going into the large room and closing the door. She looked around the room, still in shock that this was actually happening to her, she walked slowly as she studied the room, it had white carpet and white walls, a double king princess bed, and on sweat through a door in the corner and near the window seat was some lounges with a coffee table in front. "I could get used to this" she said to herself as she flopped onto the bed, she'd forgotten what a real bed felt like and in no time she fell asleep.
The next morning Martha woke to the sound of birds chirping out side, she sat up and looked over at the alarm clock beside her bed and it said 10:05. "Wow, I haven't slept in that long in ages" she sat happily to herself before flopping her self back into the fluffy pillows and soft blankets.
About ten minutes later there was a knock at the door, "come in" Martha called out and the two white doors opened.
"I won't be a minute, I just have to put these clothes in the wardrobe" the maid explained holding about five or six coat hangers with clothes on them.
"Oh don't worry I'll do that" Martha said getting up.
"No, no, no, you rest, while I put these away and run you a hot bath. Oh and I almost forgot to tell you your father's taking you shopping this afternoon after he finishes with some irritating clients that wouldn't leave him alone until he fixed something for them" she told her before putting the cloths neatly in the wardrobe and going into the on sweat to run a bath.
Martha just stood in shock and sighed, sitting back down on the bed, she wasn't used to having people doing things for her, the last three years had been spent doing nothing but doing everything for everyone else who placed themselves higher than her just cause she was a slave, but now she wasn't, but in some ways she still felt like she was, there was something that just wasn't right, but she couldn't remember or guess what. If she had a guardian angel watching over her then that angel would have been screaming at her, she'd completely forgotten about the love of her life Jack, he'd been wiped form her memory the moment her father had shown a slight interest in her life, almost like subconsciously she'd figured her dad would of disapproved, so she'd just forgotten about him, berrying any last memory of him deep down at the bottom of all those loose files of information in her head and just lost it completely.
But for Jack his mind had done the complete opposite, last night, instead of getting the much needed sleep he needed, he'd brought up every memory of Martha, even the small insignificant things, like the times when they laughed just cause they were both happy, and the times when shed just had a bad day and he would do his best to try and put a smile on her face.
Brett sat in his office, he'd just gotten rid of those annoying clients, finally, it was about time they left. But now there was just one more thing he had to do that had been playing on his mind, he picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Yeah Mate it's Brett, look I've got a job for you. I need your help to track down some old DNA tests from the Yabbie Creek hospital that were taken just over three years ago...
Next time:
Martha's DNA is revealed, but there's a shock twist to it all, what is it?
Still to come in later chapters:
Who survived the fire?
Jack and Martha, will they ever be together?