A/N:I don't own Twilight. Stephanie Meyers does, I am just obsessed with the characters.
This is the first story I've ever written.
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Sincere thank you to my Beta Yeah Her.
Chapter 11: EPOV
Twenty days in captivity. Each morning I wake up and mark the days in my journal. I have learned a lot about the people of this region and about Mingi since I have been here. I am trying to save not only Chiemeka but other children that are being abandoned or sacrificed. The elders have allowed me to set up a campsite where anyone with a Mingi child can bring them without repercussions. It is a place where they can come to be safe and cared for. Everyone stayed away from the campsite for fear of being cursed except for Bohlale who was still overseeing everything I did. I was growing to love these children so much. None of them were sick and surely they weren't cursed but how do you change someone's beliefs? They believed with every breath that they took that a child with Mingi was beckoning an evil spirit into their village. I knew I needed time. This whole experience is dreamlike. On the one hand I desperately want to get back to my real life and Bella, on the other hand I feel like I am in this particular predicament for a reason that is bigger than I can comprehend. I remember reading a John Lennon quote once: "there is nowhere you can be that isn't where you were meant to be…"
I was thinking of ways that I could rescue children that were left out to die, whose families either did not hear of this refuge or were afraid to bring their children. We currently have five children from the ages of 18 months to five years.
I needed to convince Ojore that I could do more good if he would let me go. I would not abandon his son or any of the children. My mission would be to continue to work with these children with the assistance of my organization. What can motivate a tribe to overturn a belief system that has been in place for generations? I thought if I could convince Bohlale who seemed to more open to modern thinking that these children were not cursed then maybe I could speak with the elders. I needed to come up with a motivation to stop the killings.
I worked tirelessly day and night to keep the children safe, I was teaching them some English and was making sure to add some playtime into their daily routines.
The days wore on and I was feeling a little hopeless. What was being done to rescue me? I didn't want any violence to ensue while trying to get me out of here. I had grown attached to the people, especially the children. Even though I was taken against my will I wanted to help these children desperately.
I could not stop thinking about Bella and how I could use her help right now. Bella would be so good with the children; she was very nurturing by nature and had a great sense of humor. The kids would adore her as I do.
I learned a lot about relationships growing up in such a loving home. Carlisle and Esme taught me the way to win Bella's heart would be through commitment, respect, mutual support, friendship, being strong both individually and together and good physical and emotional intimacy. I miss everything about her; her smile, her laugh, her voice, her body. I had to try and not think of her body because my desire for her overwhelmed me at times. When I lay in bed at night I couldn't help myself of thinking of our more intimate times together. It has been eleven weeks since the last time we made love. We haven't gone that long without each other ever before. We have always had a very healthy and exciting love life. I didn't even have the luxury of a cold shower to calm my desires or privacy to take matters in to my own hands.
I decided to write my nightly letter to Bella. This would be my twentieth. I knew that I would see her again I just didn't know when.
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