Why Jane

Chapter Eight

The Woman

And I'm back, so so so so sorry for the delay but I've had my A Levels, thank you to everyone who have been understanding and patient I do appreciate it, believe me I don't take it for granted, this chapter is about the woman rather than Jane, the next chapter is more about Hoyt trying to make them a dysfunctional family so Jane can see everything in that chapter but this chapter shows Jane being strong but remember she is a child so she has to have boundaries, I sometimes forget but I have to remember that when I write so when Jane gives up, she's not weak, she's surviving. Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think.

The two women knew they should just keep reading to find out what happened next. Jane always had been meticulous when it came to writing in detail. They knew if Jane had known about it at the time, it would be in there and the identity and misfortune of the woman would be in there in much detail if Jane knew what anything about what happened which they guessed she did. Yet they couldn't help but ask Hoyt in case fourteen-year-old Jane didn't know.

"Who was she?" Jane asked, looking at Hoyt.

"Jane, Jane, Jane," Hoyt muttered. "Why don't you just read and find out?"

"Because then I have to hear how I felt about it, I don't wanna relive it, I just wanna know what happened," Jane answered, swallowing.

"But don't you see, Jane?" Hoyt asked, cupping her face. "That's what I want you to do, I want you to relive these events, to relive the pain you felt." Jane pulled her head from Hoyt's hands but he just grabbed her cheeks again and forced her to look at the book on the table. "Now keep reading."

So she did.

The Unseen- Day Five

I heard a groan coming from the corner as she regained consciousness. I needed to help her. I ran to her side and fell to the floor, resting my hand on her arm. "Are you alright?" I whispered. She was dizzy, but seemed to try and focus on me. "Are you alright?" I repeated. She remembered me, her eyes showed it and with a hard shove I was on my back.

"Get away from me you sick kid," she spat.

"What?" I questioned. "I'm not sick."

"Oh yeah, helping your Daddy to kidnap me, and you're perfectly sane, are you?" She argued.

"He's not my father, I have a father and he's a good man," I simply stated.

"Why don't I believe you?" She spat at me.

"I don't how else you want me to say it, he is not my father, my name is Jane Rizzoli and I have nothing to do with that man," I explained.

"Jane Rizzoli? I recognise that name," she said, slowly.

"You do?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"You're that kid that was kidnapped?" She asked.

"Yeah, he took me from my brothers when I was looking after them while they were playing," I explained.

"I'm sorry," she said, sincerely.

"For what?" I asked.

"For shouting at you, you're in the same situation as me, I shouldn't have judged you the way I did," she elaborated.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you were being defensive, I'd be the same," I said.

"What happened? How did he take you?" She question.

"Err... He err…. He wasn't after me. He was after my brother Tommy. When I went to get the ball, I heard screaming and when I turned round, he had hold of Tommy. I don't know what got into me but instead of getting my parents I told my other Frankie to and I ran after him. I pulled at Tommy, and he wouldn't get off. When he saw Frankie coming back with my Ma, he dropped him and threw him out the way, I was relieved. That's when he picked me up. I started screaming but everything felt like such a blur it happened so fast. All I remember is fighting to be free as I screamed and I… I… I faintly remember hearing my Ma shout for me. Next thing I knew he'd threw me into the boot of his car and he was driving away. I knew he was not gonna let me go. I was scared but… Relief was still very strong in me. He'd let Tommy go. That's all that mattered, all I need to do is survive. But sometimes, I wish I did die, the beatings, being stripped of my clothes, being locked up. They take their toll on you. But I don't regret swapping myself for my brother." I said on the verge of tears as I spoke.

"You must be very brave, very strong," she said in a whisper.

"No, I'm not. I miss my family, I miss my life," I moaned, "but… at least my brothers have theirs. I just wish I could apologise to my parents before this all happened, tell them I loved them. I lied to them and they were mad. I wish I could apologise for everything I've ever done but I can't."

"Have you tried to escape?" She asked.

"I can't," I said, "he's there all the time, he locks you in every room or ties you up and if I did escape, he'd get me and I'd pay for it."

"But you're clearly in agony, how could you be in such pain if you never tried to run away?" She asked, confused.

"He hurts me because he wants to or because I disobey him. I hid behind the couch and he dragged me back out and beat me. If he'll do that for hiding, what's he gonna do if I try and escape? We're in the middle of no where, there's way out!" I cried.

"Damn right," we heard him whisper from the top of the stairs, we'd gotten so caught up in our conversation that we'd not heard him enter.

He began to walk down the stairs towards us and we both started to shuffle away from him. "Stay the Hell away from us!" She spat at him. He laughed at her.

"You know, your problem is, that you let your heart rule your head," he said, calmly. "If you had used your head, you would have not chosen to help Janie here and you would have kept walking."

"What inhumane person would do that?" She asked.

"Me." He laughed.

"You told me she was your daughter," she said.

"I did," Hoyt said.

"But she's not, you kidnapped her," she said with clenched teeth.

"And now, she is my daughter, I hand picked her," he explained.

"You wanted my brother," I said in disgust, he was trying to sound clever but he wasn't.

"That's true Jane, but I wanted a Rizzoli, I didn't care which one, if I could have gotten you first, then maybe I would have," he spat.

"You're lying, you were sat waiting for me to go, you had a choice out of Frankie and Tommy and you chose Tommy, you saw he was vulnerable that he was only young, you wanted to manipulate that," I explained.

"Very good, Jane, very good," he laughed, "and you're right, I did want a son, but you're as good as. A lot of girls would have broken or died by now, but you're still going strong. You shows fear when you have no other choice, but… You remain a fighter." He looks at the woman next to me. "I hope you can show the same courage as her. Now, upstairs, both of you."

She gets up but I stumble due to my injuries. She doesn't hesitate to help me up and hold my hand as we both head up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, she looks around for an exit, I know that's what's she's doing. "Don't," I whisper in warning. She looks at me and nods before leading me into the front room, she looks at the blood on the floor and walks round it. She knows it's mine but remain silent.

Soon Hoyt is in the room with us.

"I trained Jane in here as you can see, now I have to train you," Hoyt explained.

"Please don't hurt me," she begs. Don't, I think to myself, he'll hurt you anyway. He started walking towards her and my heart beat was getting faster and faster until I felt I had to do something.

Running towards her I stepped in front of her, protecting her, Hoyt stopped inches away from me.

"Please, don't hurt her," I begged, "She won't do anything, I promise, she'll behave, won't you?"

"Yes," she said, he voice shaking.

"Aw Jane," He kneels down in front of me, "Jane, Jane, Jane. You know this has to happen, you know it. Now move."

"I can't," I whisper, "I can't let you hurt her." He reached out his hand for me and grabbed my shoulder and as he tightened his grip, I closed my eyes.

"Open your eyes, open your eyes Jane!" He demanded as he shook me. Slowly I opened my eyes, he was so close to me now but I couldn't let him hurt her. "Rule number two, Jane."

"Do as I'm told," I answered.

"Do as you're told, move, or you'll pay for it," he said, his teeth clenched.

"You can move me, easily, but I'm not moving," I said, firmly.

"I'll whip your hide," he threatened.

"It's ok, Jane, go," she said, her nerves clearly showing.

"I… I…" I stuttered.

"You want to move, don't you?" Hoyt asked. I just nodded. "But you can't bring yourself to do it, can you?" I shook my head and he picked me up and stood up, placing me on his hip. His strength really did amaze me but it scared more than anything else.

"Don't move, ok?" He instructed to the woman, "You move and this'll be a lot worse than it has to be." She just nodded. "We'll work on that." Walking away from her, he carried me to a tall cupboard near the kitchen.

As he opened it, I saw a chair inside, it had handcuffs on the arms of the chair and ropes around the front legs of the chair, a roll of duct tape was on the seat. He'd been prepared. Maybe this was what he was doing while we were in the basement last night and this morning?

Picking up the duct tape, he placed me on the chair, in its place. Immediately he grabbed my left wrist and began handcuffing it to the chair before doing the same to the other. Standing up, he looked at the woman, she must have been stood there because she smiled and knelt down in front of me to tie my ankles to the chair legs. He tied them very tight and they were uncomfortable but I remained silent, knowing better than to do otherwise.

When he was done, he placed his hands on my legs, "you realise I still have to whip you, right Jane?" he asked and I nodded. "Jane." He said as a warning.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Hoyt," I said as I realised I hadn't spoken.

"It's ok, now, I'm gonna lock you in, no struggling because you can't get out, if I come back and you've gotten yourself out of any of the bindings, including the gag I'll put on you in a minute," I swallowed, not wanting to be gagged, "I'll double the amount of whips you'll get, it could be 10 but then it could be 50 so be careful, ok?"

"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I said, not taking my eyes off the duct tape.

He raised it and pulled a long piece off before biting it off. Then he pressed it against my lips so I couldn't make anything but a muffled noise. Quickly he stood up and slammed the door shut, I was in darkness and there was no way out. The bindings hurt and I started to panic but then I heard the noise of a slap and then a cry and I knew that this was nothing compared to what she was getting on the other side of the door.

After what I am certain must have been hours. The crying stopped and silence followed. My heart stopped.

Footsteps made its way towards the door and I started to panic as keys turned the lock. Light poured inside and I had to blink to readjust to the light. Before I could work out what was going on, he was on his knees untying my ankles. I looked down on him trying to see how much blood his shirt had collected but his back and head were blocking my view. I didn't wanna see blood but I knew him well enough to know, there would be blood.

Crawling onto his feet he began taking off the handcuffs. His shirt in front of my face, I gasped at the sight before me. Her blood. After he untied me he looked down at me. I must have looked petrified because he smiled.

Ripping of the duct tape gag he said, "don't worry she's fine."

"She didn't sound fine," I spat.

"Oh, you heard, huh?" He asked.

"I may be 14, Doctor Hoyt, but I'm not deaf," I say to him as I get up to walk into the front room. It is there that I see her. Sprawled out on the floor. Her clothes shredded, bruises covering her entire body and blood everywhere. Without hesitation I run to her side and start shaking her.

"Can you hear me, Miss? Miss, can you hear me?" I say, not knowing her name. I hear a groan and relief hits me, she's alive.

"Jane..." she whispers. She's weak but I don't know what to do, I don't know what I could do if I did know.

"I'm here," I say, reassuringly, taking her hand, "I've got you."

"You see, Jane," He announces from the corner, "when I want something, I take it away, when I want something, I control it."

"You could have killed her!" I shout, my fury outweighing my fear of him.

"But I didn't, that's the difference," he explains, "I could have killed her, Jane, but I didn't so unless you want me to kill her, you'll behave."

"What? You're making no sense!" I shout, confused.

"Every time I hurt you, you just get back up and keep fighting, it hurts you to see someone else suffering, so that is how I control you, why do you think she's here?" He asked.

"You monster," I whisper but he still hears me.

"Be careful Jane, or she may get another 'training session,'" he says in a mocking voice.

"No!" I beg.

"Then behave," he says through gritted teeth. He walks towards the kitchen and wets a cloth. I look at him suspiciously. Was he just saying that to put me off guard? Was he still gonna whip me?

Walking back towards us, he throws the cloth at me, hitting me in the face. "Clean her up with that," he demands. "She took your punishment, there'll be no whips for you today," he goes to walk away but then he dives at me and grabbed my face, excruciatingly. I let go of her hand but I knew better than to pull away from him. "If you disobey me again, I'll whip her, you got it?" I nod, scared to speak in case I upset him. But I manage to anyway. "Jane, what have I told you?"

"I need to answer you verbally when I speak to you?" I say like a robot, ignoring the fact that my voice shakes.

"So answer me when I speak to you!" He shouts, standing up.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Hoyt," I cry.

"You will be," he says, looking down at me. "Now, I'll ask you again, Jane. If you disobey me at all, from this second onwards, I will whip her and make you watch, do you understand?"

"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I whisper in fear.

"Good girl," he says, kicking me before he walks off into the rest of the house.

It's the first time he's left either of us alone in this room but I don't dwell on it, I quickly turn to the badly beaten woman at my side and begin dabbing her face with the cloth trying to clean up the blood. She winces and I know I need to distract her.

"Try to ignore it," I tell her, "why don't you tell me about yourself."

"What... What do you... Wanna know?" She says, stopping to give herself a break. I know she can't talk much but I decide to ask her anyway.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Katherine Luther," she answers.

"That's a nice name," I say as she nods in thanks. "I feel like I'm not helping you," I admit, continuing to dab her wounds, "but I can't do much more..."

She shakes her head, " no it's ok." She pulls me into a hug and I look out the window and I see the sun going down, he'd been beating her all day. I just hug her back both of us thankful that it's over, for now, I don't know when it happened but both of us soon escape to a peacful place in our sleep.

Thanks for reading guys, hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you thought, I'm away for a week so there won't be any updates just so you know but I'd love to hear from you. Again I'm sorry for the delay. Thanks for your patience and support guys.