Hello, hope your well! *Disclaimer I don't own the Revenge series or anything else I add along the way, this is just from my Character's point of view

The tantalisingly warm aroma of freshly ground coffee and delicious baked cookies instantly hit me as I enter the Starbucks Café , followed by a familiar tinkle of a bell from above the door. My eyes locked with the mouth-watering muffins, sandwiches and the assorted varieties of the famous Frappuccino's, my gaze was ravenous as my stomach growled.

I looked up at the clock displayed above the chalk-board menu, Whoa! The clock's hands inched further towards the 7:00 pm; it's been almost 3 hours since I'd arrived home from Spring Break for the first time in months. Just a few hours ago I was all geared up to spending some "family time" with my parents and now I seemed to be running away again from, well nothing, the decrepit burnt image of my home flashed across my vision.

Another growl escaped from my stomach, digging into the depths of my black skinny jeans I pulled out a $20 bill and the memory stick. The money left me with enough to buy a regular Caramel coffee based Frappuccino and an hour on the computer screen (family before food I'm afraid).

As I placed my order and transacted the money , the girl at the counter asked politely "Will there be anything else?", "No thank you" I said over the rumble of my stomach. The girls' face which was previously a polite form was now etched in panic? Sadness? No, Pity. It took me a moment to realise that the pity was for me. I moved along to the side of the que awaiting my coffee, when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored espresso maker, I looked awful. My curly blonde hair was a tangled mess; there was deep purple shadows under my eyes, there was dust and dirt on my t-shirt and was slightly snagged from when I slipped off the ladder but still long enough to cover my concealed gun, my jeans were frayed and my feet were a bloodied mess. Altogether I had the appearance of someone, who was dead tired and had lost a lot in a little amount of time, which I guess was true. Luckily I wasn't the weirdest looking person in the shop which meant I wouldn't stand out too much.

I gratefully accepted my drink and hobbled over to one of the smooth and pristine laptop computers which were dotted around the room. I chose a cosy corner spot with a big squishy arm chair and a round wooden table. As soon as I sat down and dumped the backpack on the floor (I had brought it with me, as I'd decided not to leave it in the car although I still haven't had the chance to open it) my feet began to throb and thump with pain.

As I warmed up the laptop and inserted the card that allowed me to access the internet, documents and so forth, I couldn't help the intruding feeling of anticipation and suspicion as I inserted the memory stick pen.

Immediately a block came up, I needed a password, sighing , it was a 6 letter word and I only had 5 guesses before it most likely destroyed the only scrap of truth I have to finding my parents. I typed in Gordon , Murphy, Safety, Jesses nothing. I had one try left.

"Come on, you can do this" I muttered to myself full of determination. Of their own accord my eyes slid down to the backpack at my feet. I carefully unzipped to reveal; a wallet full of cash, a simple modern phone, a map, small leather bound book, a change of clothes including an old pair of faded pumps, a small pack of toiletries which included a first aid kit and my teddy bear! I plucked my teddy from the contents of the bag, and sad smile was placed on my face. My dad remembered, the last time we had to run I had took my teddy bear Arnold with me, he must have found it in one of the storage boxes.

A thought jolted through me, almost giddy with excitement I typed in the words ARNOLD, sure enough the files opened, I glanced at the clock I had half enough left on the computer. There were a few documents, some of them were encrypted which at first led me to confusion but also gave me a sneaking feeling that it wasn't just for me alone. One of the documents was addressed to me, it was a simple Word docket which I eagerly opened.

"Dear Jesse, Words cannot express how deeply sorry I am for all the hurt and pain I have caused you in the past and in this imminent threat of the future. The only way I know for certain that you are reading this instead of me being able to tell you is if you are in danger and we are not there to protect you. The world in which you caught glimpses of in the past is now going to be explored. Remember when you were 13 and demanded to know everything? Well, I hope this sheds more light on this dark subject now. The initiative is a secret Organisation which infiltrates businesses and mass corporations more specifically known as Grayson Global. Grayson Global is run by a family, and is controlled by the Initiative.

They have destroyed the lives of many to gain what they desire using any means necessary even murder. I am ashamed to say that I was, I am apart of such organisation, I tried to stop what I did and only until I meet your mother did I begin to see the error of my ways. I was thoughtless, a machine, bending to their will submitting to their plans with defeat. The sheer pain I have caused you and your mother is yet untold .I should've of stopped, but I couldn't, of all the lives I wanted to protect rather than destroy I have caused the most damage to you, especially your mother. Jesse you are not alone as you once thought, you have family.

Jesse I know you, even if I advise you to leave and to stay away from all of this, you won't, because this is apart of you. But once you start, you cannot stop Jesse. It's a circle, it has no end. For a long time I wondered if I could ever redeem myself, to right my wrongs, but Jesse I hope that maybe you can. You have your whole life ahead of you; choose it to bring good in the world instead of trying to tear it down like I did. Please try not to hate me, when you discover the truth, if anyone can it's you who can discover the truth. Once you have read this memorise it and then you MUST delete it.

Yours Dad X "

My eyes were brimmed full of tears, as read it all once more before gliding the mouse to the delete button. I closed my eyes and counted to 10, during those 10 seconds I Iet the rising emotion take over and wash over me before continuing to scroll through the memory pen. All that was left apart from the encrypted documents was a few pictures of a blue print, but before I had a closer chance to look at it my time on the computer had ended. I tugged the memory pen out of the Laptop computer as it started to shut down, and took out the leather bound book. Written on the inside cover was an address in the Hamptons.

" , Beach House, Hamptons NY, HNY23 L3S. " I picked it up to a closer inspection when I heard a small voice. I jumped up startled and threw the memory pen inside it and dumped the book in the bag. It was the girl from the counter.

"Hi, I thought that you could use this" seeing my expression, " It's not charity, I'm just helpful" she said with a reproachful smile.

This made me laugh which felt fabulous considering how I was feeling; it was a toasted Blueberry muffin. The smelt made my senses tingle with joy. I moved my bag allowing the girl to sit down before profusely thanking her.

I read her name tag before saying "Thank you Rebecca, it was so nice of you to help me". I took in her face for the first time she had brown wavy hair tied in a long pony, which sea-glass green eyes and a wide friendly smile. She looked like a supermodel in comparison to me right now.

"I hope you don't mind, but you look terrible.." she stated enigmatically.

Her refreshing honesty was nice; at least it wasn't complicated or confusing like most of my day has been. I was considering whether to use my real name, but another encouraging smile I decided to trust her. "Jessica, and I know I look like I've been dragged through a bush backwards" I laughed lightly, it had a slightly hysterical edge to it but I hope she didn't notice.

She laughed " Do you mind me asking about how you got this way?"

"Oh, urm , my car ran out of gas and I hurt my foot and I 'm just stressed and er yeah" It was pretty lame but she didn't push it, which was good of her. We chatted for a bit whilst I ate my muffin and tried to share it with Rebecca, and it felt so normal and friendly I wanted to savour the moment before I embarked on this mission I was left by Dad. Eventually the conversation had to end and as we decided to depart, she offered advice on how to treat the wounds on my feet and to come back any time, I didn't make any promises out loud, but if I managed to survive what was going to happen next then I would definitely come back and buy her a muffin.

It was 8:25 pm and I had departed from Starbucks with a load full of food supplies and coffee to keep me awake enough to find the viewer of the mystery address. I sat in the front seat with the door partially open whilst I slid the flip flops off and grit my teeth as I pulled the soiled bandages of and grabbing the first aid kit out. Using the sterile wet wipes I cleaned the mess of my feet and using the anti-septic cream to cleanse the cuts and soothe the bruising. Finally placing padded bandages on my feet and then retrieving a clean pair of white & blue stripy socks with red tips from the bag and the pumps my feet felt much better. Dragging a comb through my hair and then neatly plaiting it down my back, and wiping my face with a wet wipe, I did look a tad better. Using the navigation I entered in the Post Code and set route to the Hamptons, whoever this was I was about to find out!

End OF Chapter 6, I could really have a Starbucks now, thanks to all who have reviewed special mention to SkullGaudess and Fenrir1329 (Rebecca one of my BFF in my story) for reviewing. Please Review.