Chapter Five of Remember Me

Chapter Five

How is one guy suppose to sit here and wait patiently for the woman he knows he's suppose to marry? Goodness, waiting on a woman. How long was God going to make me wait for this one?
I glanced down at my watch. It was only a minute after seven, so Jane wasn't here right at seven. No big deal right? She was after all a teenager. And human. No one would expect perfection from her. Especially not me.
*DING*
That was the fourth person who had come in here in the past five minutes, and each time I always jerked up to see if it was her. And of course it wasn't. God was sure messing with me this morning. Bet He was up there in heaven now just laughing. Or not.
Come on, Lefroy, get a hold of yourself man. She's coming. She said she would come. There is nothing to worry about, Lefroy. You got this.
I started going over the conversation from the day before when Jane had called. There was something different about the way she was talking. Maybe she was actually in a good mood this time. And if I was going to be completely honest with myself she sounded a little excited. Sure she declined my offer for coffee that morning, but did agree to dinner the next day. So she still needed some time to recover from the previous events. That was totally okay with me. I decided on a small Itailin place around the corner from where she went to school. She knew where it was and said she would meet me there at seven.
I looked down at my watch once more. 7:03. Not that big of a deal. She'd be here.
*DING*
Okay, God, that's not funny anymore. Jane is coming. I know she is. She wouldn't just stand me up...
"Hey," a sweet voice spoke, "Mr. Lefroy?"
I looked up from the table and looked into the eyes of the woman I would one day call mine. Was it really possible to be this happy? Even the girl didn't know she was going to marry you? Wait had she said something? Oh gosh what was it again?
"Mr. Lefroy, are you okay?"
Mr. Lefroy? Oh great. This was just perfect now. She was already concidereing me too old for her to just call me Henry.
"Please, Jane, call me Henry. Mr. Lefroy is my father."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Hey, no harm done. Here let me get your chair."
I stood up to pull her chair out. She sat down and slid her jacket off her shoulder. She was wearing a light blue cotton polo that complemented her eyes every nicely and some tan shorts that were too short, at least in my opinian. She was still beautiful though and very much a teenager. How was I suppose to have the following conversation with a girl who was still in highschool.
Lord please be with me, guide my words, let Jane hear what I have to say.
I am with you, son. Trust in me.
I made some small talk about the weather and what the pastor had talk about earlier that morning. He had spoken on Lamentations 3:22-23.
The faithful love of the Lord never ends. His mercies never cease. Great is His faithfulness; His mercies begin afresh each morning.
"So what did you think of what the pastor had to say this morning?"
Jane didn't answer right away. She twirled some noodles onto her fork and sat quietly. Probably thinking about an answer. Or maybe trying to remember what the pastor actually talked about this morning. Either way her silence was getting the better of me and I wasn't a man of patience. I decided the best way to solve this was to refresh her memory.
"Remember, Jane, he talked about how God's mercy and blessings begin new each morning."
"Oh right."
Okay, so she was trying to remember what the pastor had talked about. Maybe she wasn't paying attention this morning? That was understandable. But it still bothered me in a way I didn't expect it to.
"Um. I thought the service was good."
Good? No thoughts or comments to make about what the pastor had said? It was just good?
Lord, how am I suppose to talk to talk to this girl about You if something like this doesn't even attract her interest? Surely she would have something to say, right?
"Did I say something?"
I looked over at Jane and noticed she looked upset. Had i upset her?
"No you didn't say anything. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
About the fact that my future wife doesn't even get excited over things that can turn my days around. That the woman I was suppose to marry didn't even care in the least bit about God.
"Nothing too important," I lied, "Listen, Jane, we really do need to talk about something...important to both of us."

Across the table...

Great, here it comes, he wants to talk about my almost being raped doesn't he? I should have known this was coming.
"Okay, what's up?"
Henry sat there looking at me as if he was trying to look through me. Or look inside me. To my soul. He wouldn't find much there.
"Well, Jane, I believe there is something between us."
Like the fact that i feel more attracted to you then I have with any guy I ever dated? Oh no that certainly couldn't be it? There was no way that Henry really just said that? Guys like Henry weren't suppose to even look twice at a girl like me.
"I don't think I understand what you're talking about, Henry."
He put his head in his hands. No doubt I was frustrating him. But really, if Henry thought there was something between us then he must be crazy. We came from two different worlds. Two different stands on what and who God was. Two different people who could never be together. At least not in any universe that made sence. How could there be something or anything for that matter between the two of us.
"I know what you're thinking."
His voice took me off gaurd and pulled me out of my ranting about how different we were.
"What am I thinking then?"
"You're over there thinking about how could it be possible that the two of us would have anything together. You think we're too different."
What? How on earth did he know something like that? I slowly lifted my eyes from my dinner and looked up into Henry's glowing green eyes for the first time that night. A sudden peace game over me. And for a minute I could have sworen there was a still small voice that spoke to me.
This is he, beloved. Your future is in this man I have set before you.
Impossible. There was no way that voice could be right. There was no way that I, Jane-Elizabeth Swan, could possibly be the wife to this man before me, Henry Lefroy. There was no way. It was the unthinkable. The impossible. This had to be some sort of sick joke. What kind of man was this Henry Lefroy.
"You feel it, don't you Jane?"
"What...what kind of sick joke is this?"
"Joke? There is no joke Jane? Unless I'm missing the punch line."
"There is nothing between us, Henry. That's impossible."
"That's the way God works. By doing what we think is the impossible."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was no way that Henry could be suggesting that God was doing this. There was only way to solve this problem. Run. Just like I always did. I run away from the impossible until reality finally balcence out. I had to get out of here. Out of this place. Away from this man trying to convence me that we had a future. So that's what I did. Before Henry could react I had my purse in one hand and my jacket in the other. Thankfully i had worn shoes I could actually run in this time. And I was off. Running away from everything that didn't make sence. Searching for something I knew was right.

Chapter Four of Remember Me

Chapter Four

There was no way I was going to sleep that night. Every thought was filled with Jane. I tossed and turned as a new thought of her and that night came to mind. The one that always came back to me was the fact that she ran away from her boyfriend when he pushed her into compromising her morals. It was as if she was actually a Christian. Not saying that she wasn’t, I mean she did go to church. But then again how many teenagers these days were actually Christian going to church and not just “playing” church. But at least she had morals for that matter. I kept tossing in my sleep and eventually gave up. I sat up in my bed, leaned over to my side table to turn the light on and grab my journal and a pen, and then began to write. It would be the first letter Jane-Elizabeth Swan would receive from me.

A few miles away…

That was it. I wasn’t getting any sleep tonight. I mean how could I? As you may remember I did about get raped tonight and then who comes to my rescue?
None other than Mr. Henry Lefroy.
What was up with that guy anyways? What was he like 20? So that means a three year differences between us. That wasn’t that bad really considering the fact I would turn 18 before the year was over. So a little over two years really. Not bad.
Wait what was I thinking? I couldn’t possibly be considering taking him up on his offer to take me to coffee? Well then again what would it hurt? No! I can’t think like this.
Boyfriend or no boyfriend.
Not that there was anything wrong with Henry. He wasn’t bad looking. In fact he was kind of good looking if you ask me. He had sort of wavy brown hair that was cut short but complemented his face nicely. His skin tone was a light caramel color that contrasted well with his green eyes that always had a sparkle to them. He was also built nicely. Definitely in shape but not over the top muscular, which I liked better. To be honest I could almost see myself with him.
Whoa! I draw the line there.
How could I possibly be thinking these kind of things? Just because I was single again didn’t mean I had to look to the first guy I saw. Then again what was up with me tonight? I hardly know Henry Lefroy and was telling him things I wouldn’t even tell my own mother. It was like he had some sort of force over me and it just made me tell him. But after I left his car I found myself not the least concerned about him telling anyone. It was a feeling of security almost. As if I knew that I could trust him when I hardly knew him at all.
With that thought in mind I realized one other thing. That wasn’t the last I saw of Henry Lefroy. And for some reason, I wasn’t bothered by that.

Back over to Henry…

By two in the morning I had finished the letter. I ripped it out of my journal and folded it in half writing Jane’s name on top. After I was done sealing it I placed the letter, my journal, and my pen back on my side table and turned out the light. I fell back on my pillow staring at the ceiling. Still as I lay there sleep was avoiding me. No matter how hard I tired I couldn’t sleep. I looked back over to my side table where the letter to Jane sat. I could hardly make it out in the dark but it was there. Finally the idea popped into my head.
Next thing I knew I was dressed and jogging over to Jane’s house. There was no way I would go inside or even consider leaving it on the front porch but I did have a plan. She had her own car so I would simply leave the letter, which was in closed in a plastic bag, on her windshield in hopes that she would find it the next day. Although it would be Saturday and she would be going to school. Still I had no choice but hope she would find it.
I looked down at my watch once I reached Jane’s house and noticed it was nearly 3:30 am. I carefully and silently placed the letter on the windshield of her light blue BMW and then slowly walked off.
She would find it the next day. I was sure of it. And if she didn’t then there was always Sunday at church. No matter something inside me just knew that she would find it.

Meanwhile in Jane’s bedroom…

Sleep finally caught up to me but left again at 4 in the morning. I had hardly any sleep that night and was still lacking the ability to go back to sleep. And every time I woke back up the first person I thought of was always the same as before.
Henry Lefroy.
What was it about this man that had me up all night? I had already made my mind up the last time I woke up, which was at 3 am, that I would not think about him anymore and he would be nothing except a friend to me, if that. I wasn’t ready to let anyone else in my life, especially Henry Lefroy.
Henry was a biblical man. A very strong Christian, as my mother called him. As for me. I was no where near even being considered a strong Christian. In fact my parents sometimes doubted I was even a Christian. Yes, I knew God existed, wasn’t that enough? It had to be, at least for now; I wasn’t ready for any type of commitment to one religion. Besides I did go to church and to me that was over doing it. Basically we just weren’t right for each other.
As I sat there lying in my bed looking up at the ceiling I finally got an idea. Maybe all I need to fall asleep was some fresh air. That was it. I just need to step outside or even just open the doors of my balcony and breathe in some air.
I got up and headed over towards my balcony which faced the front yard. I had a chair on the balcony so I could sit out side on nights like this and take in the fall air. It was peaceful and my own sanctuary; my own escape. I sat on my chair and laid my head back looking up at the stars. They were shinning brighter than usually tonight. It was almost breath taking. I slowly closed my eyes and just let the soft wind blow my hair in anyway it wanted.
After a few minutes outside I decided to head back to bed. I was now at peace and could finally sleep. As I got up from my chair I looked over to my car and that’s when I saw it. There was something white on my windshield. What on earth was that?
Being the anxious person that I am, I quietly walked down the steps of my house and slowly opened the front door. Once it was open enough so I could squeeze through I ran lightly over to where my car stood. Sure enough there was something on my windshield so I wasn’t dreaming that little detail. As I got closer I realized it was a piece of paper inside a plastic bag. I removed the bag and whatever was inside it from my car and started to walk back into the house. Halfway to the door I had successfully opened the bag and pulled out the piece of paper. It was folded in half and on the front had my name scribbled on top. The hand writing was not something I recognized.
I was up in my bedroom by the time I got the courage to open the note. As I opened the piece of paper my eyes flew to the bottom of the page to see who it was from. And you would never guess who sent it either.
Henry Lefroy.
Was I dreaming? I must have been dreaming. There was no way that Henry Lefroy had written me a letter. It was just impossible. Besides I had just seen him that night so when on earth would he have had the chance to place it on my car. Unless he too wasn’t getting any sleep tonight as well. Maybe he was up thinking about me also?
No I couldn’t think like that.
There was no way that any man even remotely similar to Henry Lefroy would ever look at me twice. Besides after tonight what would he think of me? Probably as the girl who almost got raped by her boyfriend and then was stupid enough to start to walk home. Not to mention the first time I met him. I was so rude even when I was trying to be some what polite to the guy. There was no way this could possibly be from him. But the paper didn’t lie. There it was at the bottom of the page, his very own signature.
I was so mesmerized by the fact that the letter was from Henry I didn’t even bother read it. I lay back on my bed looking at the letter but in the few minutes that it took me to realize that it was in fact from Henry; sleep took over and I was drifting off. The last thing I heard was the paper slowly falling from my hand, and with the breeze still coming in from my balcony, it slowly glided to my bedroom floor.
When I finally regain conciseness again I rolled my head over to look at the clock. It was 10 in the morning. Finally I was able to fall asleep. I slowly got up from my bed and swung my feet to the floor. My foot slowly grazed upon a piece of paper and that’s when I remember Henry’s letter. Everything started to kick into gear and I fell to the floor in search of his note. Within a minute I had recovered it and was back on my feet. I walked back out to my balcony and sat down on my chair looking at the way he had written my name. His handwriting was so unique and elegant. Like nothing I had ever seen before. But once again my anxiousness got the better of me and I was soon unfolding the letter to see its content. It was rather short but sweet.

Dear Jane,
Where do I begin? I don’t know if you felt anything last night but I sure did. It has had me up all night. I really think we should talk some time. I understand if you are upset about your ex-boyfriend and want some time away from the guy department but I would love to have coffee with you some time. Please don’t reject me again so soon and consider. I won’t try to pull anything on you. I simply would like to be friends. Maybe after church sometime we could grab a bite to eat. I also wanted to apologize to you about what happen the other night. I can’t even fathom how you must be feeling right now. And don’t worry your secret is safe with me. If you would like to get together sometime just let me know. My phone number is 820-392-3920. Call anytime.
Henry

I read the letter probably over five times trying to read into anything he had written. By the looks of it all he wanted was to sit down and talk. I could do that. But if he wanted anything more then I would draw the line there. There was no way I would be able to handle it. I walked back into my room and picked up my phone. Note to self: run over to Jason’s house to pick up purse. I dialed his number and waiting for an answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Henry, umm…it’s Jane.”

Chapter Three of Remember Me

Chapter Three

So let’s go over what I’ve lost so far. The cheerleading team and the title of student body president. Not so bad I guess. But it’s all because of a grade? One little F really can turn a girl’s world upside down sometimes. Well no matter, it does take away some stress. Which is always good, right? Yes it is. And besides I still have Chloe and most important, Jason. And he was still planning something for Friday night. Gosh I wish I knew what he has in stored for us. It drives me insane not knowing.
So now here I am sitting in Calculus, again, it’s Friday, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to sit in this seat much longer. I’m about to jump up now and scream just to get it all over with. But I must be patient. Now if only the clock would move a little faster then I would be perfectly happy to be patient. But no it won’t so no I’m not going to sit here happily and wait patiently. It’s the way I am.
The rest of the day continued like that. Slow and boring. I was considering skipping my last class so I could race home and start getting ready. But then I realized that my last class was a college English class and my parents literally would kill me if I skipped. So I stayed. Sadly though we had a pop quiz on the reading that was assigned the night before and I was too busy talking to Jason to read last night so I pretty much failed the quiz. But it was only a quiz so no harm done.
Finally school was over and I was free to go home and start getting ready. It wasn’t anything too fancy is what Jason had told me so I need not worry to be all dressed up unless I wanted to. Which I didn’t. There was no point in wasting a perfectly dressy outfit if we didn’t have to go anywhere fancy. So instead I compromised with a cute jean skirt and a light blue tank top that made my eyes stand out. I showered first and decided to wear my hair down. Jason liked it that way anyways. Then finished getting ready. I concentrated so hard on my make up and making sure that my clothes showed off as much skin as possible that by the time I was done Jason was already there to pick me up. Excited about what he had planned for us I ran down the stairs, grabbed my purse, slipped on my rainbows and ran outside.
“Wow, babe, even in the simplest things you still look beautiful,” Jason complimented me as I approached him leaning up against his car.
“Thanks,” I reached up to kiss his lips and then pulled away before my father walked out of the house, “Let’s go so I can actually kiss you.”
“Fine by me.”
He opened my door for me and then got in the car himself. Once he started up the engine he speed off so quickly my hair started blowing all around my face.
“Gosh, that hair of yours, it takes my breath away.”
“Oh shut up, it drives me insane sometimes.”
“Same here, except in a good way. Did I tell you that you look beautiful?”
“Yes, suck up, where are we going anyways?”
He smiled that sexy smile I loved so much and turned his face towards the road.
“It’s a surprise.”
I couldn’t stand surprises. How could he do this to me? Well, whatever he was planning it better be good or else some one was going to be in trouble. We kept on driving and we’re now on a road I didn’t realize. Where was he taking me? Well at least the view was amazing. There was a huge valley with a river beside the road and mountains all around the scene. I followed the river up towards the mountain and saw a beautiful waterfall. It was incredible. Finally I realized the car was stopped.
“Jason, it’s beautiful. How did you find this place?”
“I have my ways, Jane, besides it’s only the best for my best girl.”
I looked over at him and smiled. We were still in the car and I wanted to go over to the river and put my feet in. I reached for the door and the second I opened it I could smell the September air blow through my hair.
“Where are you going little missy?” Jason called at me from his car. He was starting to get out as well and follow me.
“To the river. How can you sit in a car when nature is around you looking as beautiful as ever?”
That was my thing. Nature. I wasn’t that big of a fan of it but it was my secret love. I would love to just run through a field of flowers and then fall on a grassy hill top and read all day. No one knew this side of me, not even my own family. It was one of those things I kept hidden from everyone.
I finally reached the river and slipped my rainbows off to dip my foot in the river. It was cool and so clear. Then there were two arms wrapped around my waste and a head resting on my shoulder. That’s when I realized I wasn’t alone and that my perfect and wonderful boyfriend had brought me here. To my own personal escape. If only I could give him something. Anything he wanted. He was just so perfect.
“Do you like it, Jane?”
“Like it? I love it! It’s so beautiful here. Thank you.”
“Jane, I wouldn’t trade the world for you. I wish I could give you everything you have ever wanted and meet your ever wish. I guess what I mean to say is…that…Jane…I love you.”
He loved me? Did Jason just say what I think he said? I looked up into his eyes and saw the happiness that was always there. He had said it. And I could tell he meant it. No guy has ever told me that they loved me. But now here was Jason. Perfect in every way and he loved me. I always got what I wanted.
“Oh Jason, I love you too. You’re perfect and exactly what I need. I only wish I could give you what you wanted.”
“The only thing I want is you.”
And then he kissed me. Not like most kisses that we had shared together. It was a passionate kiss filled with love and hope. I threw my arms around his neck as he tightened his hold around my waste. I don’t even remember how it happened but we ended up on the ground laughing. Jason was on top of me looking down into my blue eyes. I could tell in his face he was happy but as he started to look me up and down his smile started to change. It wasn’t a smile I was use to. He started kissing me again and I kissed him back.
That’s when it happened.
I could feel his hand slowly go from my neck to down to my waste. I thought he was going to stop there but he then started reaching for the buckle of my skirt. That’s when everything started clicking in my head. The only reason he had brought me here. The only reason he wanted to date me. The only thing left of me that was still remotely Christian in a way.
The fact that I was a virgin.
He had started to un-buckle my skirt when I pushed his lips off mine. He was stronger than me so he simply grabbed both of my wrists and pulled my hands over my head and continued kissing me. I tired to move my face out of the way and get my lips in a spot where I could talk. He finally gave up kissing my lips and went for my neck.
“Jason stop.” I was still struggling to get my hands free and he was still holding me down and working on my buckle. Finally I remembered my knee. I threw it up and kneed him in “the spot.” He stopped messing with my buckle and rolled off me to grab his guts but he still had both of my wrists.
“What was that for?”
“I told you I’m not like that. We are not doing this. Just because you said you loved me does not mean that I’m going to have sex with you.”“Come on, Jane, please. All the guys at school already think we’ve done it. Might as well not lie about it anymore.”
“NO! I told you back when we first started dating that I wouldn’t do anything like this with you. That still stands now. Just because you started some lie that you can’t get rid of doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you so you don’t have to lie. You started this lie in the first place.”
“Jane, I love you, doesn’t that mean anything?”
“It did. When I thought you meant it. Now it means nothing. You only say it because you want to do it with me.”
“So what? Is there a difference?”
“YES JASON! Now let go of me so I can go home.”
“No.”
“Excuse me? I said Jason, let go. NOW!”
“No. I brought you here to get something and I intend to get it. You did say you wish you could give me what I want. Well I want it, Jane, and you can give it to me. In fact you will give it to me, RIGHT NOW!”
He pushed me back on the ground and instead of kissing me and went straight for his buckle. He had his pants down in less than a minute and I looked away trying to figure out how to get away. Then he grabbed my skirt. I tired to move away, which I did, but this only made his anger worse. He ripped at my skirt and elbowed him in the face. Finally with the hand he had been holding both of my wrists he grabbed his face and held it. Realizing my hands were free I punched him in the face again and that knocked him off of me. I scrambled to get up but he grabbed my ankle knocking me down again. I kicked and threw my arms at his face and was finally free. Jason was lying on the ground and I was standing up.
“Oh, in case you didn’t realize it, we’re over. It’s done. And don’t come crawling back to me again.”
That’s when I started to run.
Jason was a fast runner and I knew that. But I could out run him any day. As I ran I looked back one last time and he was still on the ground holding his gut. Served him right if you ask me.
I turned back around and looked ahead to see where I would run to. Jason still had his keys with him so I couldn’t very well take his car. So instead I just ran. I kept my pace because I knew it would be a long walk home and it wouldn’t be smart if I ran out of energy. I looked back one last time just to see how far I had gone. Well where ever Jason was I couldn’t see him. I decided to start walking a little just to conserve some energy once I realized where I was.
It started to get dark and I knew that my father would be yelling at me when I got home. That is, if I got home. It was then that I realized I didn’t grab my purse out of Jason’s car. How on earth could I forget my purse? I’d probably be home by now if I had my cell phone.
Just then I saw some head lights coming up behind me casting my shadow on the pavement. Great Jason’s caught up with me. Better start running again. Just then the car speed up in front of me and it wasn’t Jason’s car. It stopped a few feet in front of me and someone started to get out
“Well, I didn’t think I would see you again,” The voice was familiar but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out who it was. But I did realize it was a man. “Remember me? Henry Lefroy? From church.”
I stopped right where I was and looked up at the man that tired to ask me out last Sunday. What on earth was he doing here?

Earlier that same day…

Edward was laying on the couch watching a movie for his college class when he blurted out, “Ok I’m bored.”
“Well then do something,” James replied. James wasn’t really good with the advice giving so I got up from the love seat and headed for the kitchen. It was then that I passed the hunting magazine that Edward had been looking at earlier that week.
“How about some camping?”
They both looked up at me from the couches with that look that tells a guy he’s an idiot.
“What? It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah and where do you plan on camping at, Henry?”
I stopped for a second. Where could we camp at? Then a place came to mind. I had remembered a place as I was driving in just off of I-21. It looked very peaceful and also a good place to camp. Maybe we could even bring some things to go fishing or hunting.
She’ll be there, beloved, and she’ll need some help.
God, are you talking about Jane?

Yes, my son, she will be in trouble.
What can I do? She doesn’t want anything to do with me.
Trust me.
“I think I know a place guys. It’s just off of I-21. We could even go hunting? Or even fishing?”
James and Edward looked at each other and then looked back at me. Edward gave me a smile and a little head shack and that told me they were in.
“Alrighty then. Let’s get moving.”
We got our stuff together and packed it all in the back of my SUV. Edward jumped in the front and James in the back while I headed for the drivers door. By the time we were on the road it had taken us nearly an hour to get everything packed. Note to self: make plans with Edward and James ahead of time.
As we started driving down the road I started thinking about what God had told me. She’d be in trouble? But how? And why would she be out in the woods? All these thoughts and plenty more kept rushing through my head. It started to get dark and I was having a hard time finding our camping site. It had to be around here somewhere didn’t it?
“Henry, give up, we can’t find it,” Edward had broken my concentration.
All of a sudden there was a figure walking on the side of the rode. It was a girl! She looked back at us and had a relieved look on her face. That’s when I noticed it. Those eyes were so familiar. It was Jane. I drove a little pass her but then stopped on the side of the road. What was she doing out here?
As I reached for my door handle Edward caught my arm, “Dude, what are you doing?”
“Ed, it’s Jane, she could be in trouble.”
“Who cares? Leave her to deal with her own crap. You were the one who said she didn’t want anything to do with you.”
“Ed, I’m not just going to leave the poor girl walking in the dark. She probably has no idea where she is. Get over yourself.”
“Whatever man, you’re making a big mistake.”
“I can live with that; now get in the back with James.”
I stepped out of the car and looked back towards Jane. She was standing perfectly still looking at me as if trying to make out who I was. I decided I should say something to her.
“Well I didn’t think I would see you again,” She kept looking at me still confused on who I was, “Remember Me? Henry Lefroy? From church.”
Right then it all clicked and she realized who I was.
“What in the world are you doing here?” apparently she wasn’t happy to see me.
“I was going to go camping with my brother and his friend. What are you doing out here in the dark? And alone?”
“That is none of your business.”
God, how am I suppose to help a girl who doesn’t want help?
Trust me, beloved.
“Look, I just thought you might want a ride home seeing that you were alone, but if you rather would walk then fine by me.”
I turned back around and headed over to my car waiting for her to call for me. Sure enough she did.
“Hey wait.”
“Yes?” I turned back to face her trying to hide the smile on my face.
“You really would give me a ride?”
“Yes, I would. I wasn’t just going to let you walk all the way home.”
“Thanks. Can I have a ride?”
She looked down at her feet, obliviously embarrassed that she needed to ask. Then out of no where I noticed her cheeks slowly grew red.
“Come on. Get in. You can take the front seat. Ed already hopped in the back.”
She walked over to the other side of my car and got into the passenger seat. That’s when I realized her skirt was ripped a little and she had a little dirt on her face. There was some grass in her long hair and she didn’t have anything with her except herself and her shoes which she held in her left hand. As soon as she was settled into the car she slipped her flip flops back onto her feet and buckled herself into the car, still holding her skirt together with her right hand.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” she shot me a glance out of the corner of her eyes as I spoke which I ignored, “What happened to you?”
She looked forward ignoring my gaze and kept her lips tightly pressed together. Apparently she wasn’t going to speak. I turned my attention back to the road; deciding to give her some space. After about five minutes, not that I was counting, she spoke.
“I was out with my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend.”
“He broke up with you?”
“No I broke up with him.”
“Why were you walking? He wouldn’t give you a ride?”
“No I ran away from him.”
“OK I’m confused. If you broke up with him then why would you run away from him? Was he mad?”
“Yeah, he was mad,” her voice sounded a little sarcastic as if there was a joke I wasn’t catching onto.
“He was mad you broke up with him?”
“No,” she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. There was a slight tear falling down her cheek and I could tell she didn’t want to talk anymore. She turned her face towards the window as if she didn’t want me to see she was crying.
“Hey, I’m sorry I brought it up. We don’t have to talk about it. Please don’t cry,” I tired to sound encouraging.
“It’s not that,” she sniffed, “He tired to rape me. Well actually he wanted me to have sex with him but when I wouldn’t then he tired to rape me.”
“Tired?”
“I ran away.”
“Oh,” no wonder she was in trouble. Then everything started clicking in my head. This girl sitting next to me was suppose to be my future wife, just as God had said, and some guy tired to rape her. Anger started to build up inside my heart and I wanted to find the kid and give him a piece of my mind. But I knew that would probably lead to things I didn’t want to get into now. The rest of the car ride was silent and once we got to our neighborhood, she started to give me directions to her house. I got her home by 11 and she thanked me for the ride. She wasn’t late so her parent’s wouldn’t totally flip out on her. Once she reached her front door and made it safely inside I pulled away and headed back towards my own house. Well at least the house I was staying at. Then I realized that Edward and James had been in the back of the car the whole time.
“Don’t you guys say anything to anyone about what you heard tonight.”
They both looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and then went back to looking forward. There was no way I was going to let anyone find out about what had happened to Jane. That was the last thing that girl needed and besides if word got out whom would she blame? That’s right. Me. And I’m still trying to get on her good side mind you. Which for some reason I had a feeling even though things tonight had gone some what smoothly, there were going to be some difficult days ahead of us.

Chapter Two of Remember Me

Chapter Two

“Jane-Elizabeth Swan, if you are not ready in five minutes I’m leaving without you!”
Gosh five more minutes is all I’m asking, I turned over to look at the clock, besides school won’t start for another hour. Of course that never stops my mom. Every single Monday it’s the same thing. We always go to breakfast. Why you may ask? Mother/daughter bonding time. Yeah I know that’s what I said.
Anyways, so every Monday my wonderful mother drags me out of bed just to take me to some old and creepy looking Waffle House to talk about what’s going on in my life because she claims she is concerned for my well being. Yeah I know what you’re thinking; she isn’t concerned she is just a mother being nosey. Which is what I told her and so she assumes I am up to something immoral. Immoral? What the heck is that suppose to mean? It’s like it is all my fault I actually have a LIFE!
And today was just like every other day.
“Jane-Elizabeth I’m going to leave with or without you in ten minutes, and I’ll take YOUR car with me. So you better get yourself out of bed right now and down these stairs in ten minutes.”
So it’s threats now huh? And she better not take me car anywhere. Fine I’ll get out of bed, I rolled over one last time as I threw my legs off the bed and onto my cold, smooth, hard wood floor. Feeling the cool September wind blow through my balcony doors I decided that today would be a good day. I mean one can always tell if it will be a good day just based on the weather.
I decided to hurry and get ready. Might as well not refuse my mother, especially when my car is at stake here. So I pulled on some Lucky jeans and an orange polo while I put my hair up in a pony tail. This mess was getting too long to wear down everyday. But Jason loved it long and I had to admit I look pretty good with long hair. Anyways, after I was done getting ready for the day I walked down the steps to see my mother, surprisingly though she was rather happy to see me.
“Oh, honey, orange really is your color you know. I just love the way it looks against your skin tone. Now lets see, you up for some waffles?”
Ok, I just left the real world and have now entered the world of my mother, I thought to myself as I tired to look happy about the waffles. I guess my mom didn’t know about my new diet I was on. We walked outside and over to my car to begin our bonding time together. Thankfully I was able to stop any conversation as we entered into my car by drowning out her voice with my music. Sadly though waffle house didn’t have a drive through window.
Breakfast with mom was like breakfast with an interrogator. Sure she would start off with the easy questions, “How are you?” “How is school?” “How are your friends?”, but then we always ended up on the conversation of my relationship with Jason. It was none of her business what I did with him but still she asked me every Monday how things were with him and what we were doing. Could she just move on? No, she couldn’t, after all she was a “concerned” mother. As soon as we got our food I hurried to scarf it down so I could leave. I was tired of sitting there having to listen to my mother go on about staying pure. I was pure and she knew it but she never trusted me when I told her I was a virgin. How could she not believe me though seriously?
Finally I was free to leave and I hurried off to school. I was actually excited about going to school today, but mainly because any place was better than being with my mom. Seeing that I was running late due to the fact that my mother talked way to much I wasn’t able to see Jason, which made me mad. Then I ran into Catherine again in the hallway. She wanted to share with me her new skirt. I told her it was cute and then now realizing I had a minute to get to class sprinted off to my calculus class. I had way too many tardies in that class and if I got one more Mr. Banner was going to some how “punish” me. Yeah, I know, whatever.
I made it in the door just in time and Mr. Banner wasn’t in the class room anyways. Which was a plus for me. I took my seat and pulled out my book. A few seconds later Mr. Banner opened the door holding a stack of papers.
“Good morning class, pop quiz day,” Mr. Banner happily told the class. There was a united “ugh” through out the class as everyone started to clear their desk. “Oh, and Miss Swan, I would like to see you after class.”
Everyone turned and looked at me. What did this guy want now? I rolled my eyes and then grabbed the pop quiz from Jimmy King sitting in front of me.
The quiz wasn’t that hard but I hated math so with my hatred of math comes something else. I suck at math. It’s something I’ve grown to deal with, especially when I could go home and get any answer I needed from my dad. But why did Mr. Banner want to see me after class? I hadn’t done anything wrong from what I could remember and last time I checked I was passing his class. Well barely, but I wasn’t failing. At least I didn’t think I was. Class flew by and soon the bell rang.
“Miss Swan front and center please.”
I got up from my desk and headed to the front of the class room where Mr. Banner was waiting for me at his desk. The best way to handle this would most likely be to act polite to the man. Besides this could be anything right? Mr. Banner was in charge of the student council so maybe he wanted to talk about arranging a meeting. I was after all student body president. That definitely was it. It had to be.
“Yes, Mr. Banner, what’s up?”
“Miss Swan, do you know what your grade is in this class?”
Great it did have to do with grades.
“Well, last time I checked I had a 70 I believe. Is something wrong?”
“Miss Swan your grade has dropped five points.”
Five points? But then that would mean…
“You’re failing Miss Swan. And with failing a class then you can no longer be student body president. Also I believe that cheerleading will be taken away from you as well,” Mr. Banner had that sick grin on his face.
“You’re telling me this now? Why didn’t you warn me that I was failing?”
“What would you have done? Get your father to do your homework like you have in the past.”
This man was sick. Evil. He could not just take everything I had away from me. No, I wouldn’t let him.
“You can’t do this to me, Mr. Banner, you can’t.”
“Actually, Miss Swan, I can.”
There it was again. His stupid little grin.
I stormed out of the room and headed for my locker. What was I suppose to do now? He had taken everything from me. Would they ever be given back? Nope. Of course not. Mr. Banner was evil and out to get me. And why you may ask? Because my father helps me? That had to be the reason. I couldn’t figure anything else out.

Meanwhile…

“Hey, Henry, give me a hand will you?”
Edward was cooking. This had to be good. I walked into the kitchen but didn’t see what I thought I would. Edward was standing by the oven with a pizza box in his hand. Yes, people, Edward was asking for my help to make a pizza. He was never much of a cook though. I walked over to my brother and grabbed the pizza from his hands.
“How is it that you can hunt, fish, and play any sport you life, but when it comes to heating up a little pizza you’re lost?”
“Hey,” Edward began to say as he covered a laugh, “You know that cooking was never good for me. It makes me nervous.”
“Oh and staring a bear in the face isn’t nerve racking at all?”
“Exactly. Now can you make the pizza? I’m so hungry.”
“Sure thing,” I opened the box and the pizza slid out. Then I set the oven for 350 degrees and turned around. Edward was sitting on the stole by the counter looking at a hunting magazine.
“Oh hey,” I looked back at my brother to see what he wanted, “What on earth caused you to go talk to Jane-Elizabeth Swan on Sunday?” He had said her name as if it was a curse word.
“Oh that’s who that was. I don’t know just felt like talking to her I guess.”
“Well don’t get your hopes up, big brother, she’s taken. Besides she is also a spoiled brat rich kid that has her nose so high up in the air that she doesn’t even know where she is going.”
Something was telling me that Edward did not like this Jane girl. In fact I would even go as far as saying things weren’t good between them. Maybe they had dated before? Who knew? I mean with Edward anything is possible. And besides he is only 18 years old and Jane looked at least 17 maybe 16.
“Hmm. Did something go on between you two?”
“Are you kidding me? I’d never date that freak even if my life depended on it.”
“Edward, be reasonable. The girl isn’t a freak.”
“Fine. But she is a brat.”
“Well, keep it to yourself.”
The oven beeped so I turned around to place the pizza in before Edward ate the counter.
“You never told me why you were talking to her though.”
“Yes I did. I just felt like talking to her.”
“Cause she’s pretty?”
“No. Because I thought God wanted me to talk to her.”
“Well she didn’t want anything to do with you.”
“I’ll get through to her eventually. Besides, Ed, I got a whole year ahead of me.”
“I knew it. You like her don’t you? Don’t you?”
“Please. And stop acting like a five year old.”
I quickly escaped upstairs to my room before Edward got anything else out of me. I wasn’t going to tell any one about what God had told me. Well at least not yet.

Chapter One of Remember Me

Chapter One

“Where do you want me to put this?”
Poor Edward, I thought as I looked over and saw him in the door way of my room. He was holding a very large box which was labeled ‘books.’ It was definitely that box that gave the movers in New York a little trouble.
“Right over here by the book shelf Edward. And thanks again for letting me move in. This is a pretty nice place.”
“Yeah well,” Edward put the box down and straightened up holding his lower back, “That’s everything. You sure brought a lot of stuff. I thought it was just a year?”
“It is. It’s just that I’ll have to work while I’m here. You know by the computer. So I still need everything. But thanks again for letting me stay here. You sure James doesn’t mind?”
“Of course not,” Edward replied while waving his hand at me as if it was nothing, “Besides you are helping with rent, remember?”
That was the thing about Edward. It didn’t matter who you were as long as you promised to help pay for the rent then you could stay as long as you wanted. Which was a good thing for me in fact. I didn’t really know what I was going to do with my life while I was in New York but I knew one thing was for sure.
I was looking for something. Or someone.
And she wasn’t in New York.
I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Henry Lefroy. Yes, the guy you see on the billboards on I-42 talking about the latest gadget that will better your life in some way or form. I had been working for Better Life for nearly three years in New York City. That’s right, the big apple. Now how did a guy like me make it through three years in New York City? Well, that’s one of the things I’m going to ask God once I get to heaven.
But anyways back on track. So here I am sitting in one of the upstairs bedrooms in my brother’s house looking out at Henderson Park. Henderson Park wasn’t really big. In fact it wasn’t even big enough to be classified as its own town on the map, but it did have a school, church, and even a Wal-Mart so I classified it as a town.
Anyways here I was back in Henderson Park, Maine also known as the last place on earth I thought God would send me to find her, but it’s where I’m at now so I might as well start looking around. It couldn’t hurt could it?
“Hey, Henry, are you just going to stand there all day looking out that window or are you going to start un-packing?”
Edward’s voice startled me. I jumped a little and then turned around realizing he had been in the room the whole time and was already unpacking the books he brought in. Well might as well get to work.
It took most of the day to un-pack everything and get me settled in but once everything was in its place I sat down on my bed admiring my work. Edward on the other hand fell on my bed and released a long sign of exhaustion. Leave it to Edward to move a few boxes around and then call it a day. I sat quietly on my bed upright and looked out the window again.
Well he really did pick a perfect spot to buy a house, I thought to myself as I looked out the window. It was just like one of those neighborhoods where everyone knows everyone, everyone’s yard is done by the same person and every house still looked completely different. It was a quiet neighborhood, but at that it was peaceful. Not to mention beautiful. I always loved Maine as I grew up but knew I would never come back. I longed for city life and Maine was just too plain for me.
“I don’t know about you but I sure am hungry.”
Again, leave it to Edward to tell you what he thinks and when he thinks it. Some how though I knew that this was going to cost me some money. In fact I was right.
“So since I helped you un-pack, I believe that means you have dinner duty tonight.”Dinner duty, I started to wonder what he meant but then it clicked; I’ll be getting the check tonight I guess. Which was ok with me. I had been the one to come begging my brother for a place to stay and he was generous enough to say yes I could live with him. The least I could do was pick up a check for them. Nothing too big if you asked me.
Yeah, well that was before I saw how much they eat. I for one knew my limitations and ate within those boundaries. Edward and James on the other hand took the phrase, all you can eat, and ate every thing they could eat. Long story short, that was the last time I let my brother help me with anything.
It has been a week since I moved in with Edward and James and I was actually starting to like living in Henderson Park. It was in the middle of August so the weather was nice outside. So nice in fact I actually woke up early for a jog. Now you know that I must be in a good mood to wake up early to run. Or maybe it was just God. But once I saw her I got my answer.
It was God.
Before you freak out or something I didn’t say anything to the girl. I was just running and enjoying God’s beautiful creation and then I looked over and saw her.
She was stepping out of her house in a pair of worn jeans and a printed t-shirt of some band from the 70’s or something. Her brown hair was flowing in the wind and came to about the small of her back. She was beautiful from what I could see but she wasn’t staying for long. She had a jacket over one arm with a book lying on top of it and a purse over the other shoulder. She had keys out and that’s when I realized she was going somewhere.
That somewhere happened to be school.
Great she’s still in school, I thought to myself as I continued to jog by. But then I heard a voice.
This is she, beloved, the one I have for you.
So either I’m completely crazy or that was God. Again my answer was God.
Um, God, you do remember she is still in high school?
Trust me, beloved, she is the one for you.
No objection there. In fact I was almost overjoyed. Finally the person I had been searching for. Finally the one I was waiting for. The one I was sure I would find in Henderson Park, Maine. I saw her. I stopped dead cold where I was and watched as she pulled out of her drive way in her light blue BMW convertible and headed in the direction to the school.
That’s when I realized something about her I hadn’t before. Her car matched her eyes. In the few seconds that I was actually close enough to her car before she sped off, she caught a glimpse of me and smiled. As she smiled her eyes began to sparkle in the sunlight and the blue-ness of her eyes shown so bright it was almost hard to miss.
Thank you, God. She is beautiful.
There is more to her than the outside, beloved.
I know. But thanks anyways. I can’t wait till she graduates.
Neither can I, beloved. But things won’t be easy.

Henderson Park High later that day…

“OMG. Jane! It that the car your parents bought you?”
Great, I always have to run into Catherine Hicks in the parking lot, I thought to myself as I got out of my new baby. Apparently I wasn’t just driving some random car to school, but Catherine was always big on pointing out the oblivious.
“Yeah, Catherine, I just got it yesterday.”
I grabbed my jacket, my books, and my purse from the seat behind me and then locked the doors to my car. It was a beauty I had to admit and I knew Catherine would probably be wanting a ride later. A ride I would not be willing to give. At least not to her.
“Hey babe,” the familiar voice came from behind me started to comfort me.
Jason was here.
“Hey, you, where’d you come from?” I started to say turning around and reaching for his hand. He gently grabbed it and pulled me closer to him so he could reach down and kiss me good morning, as he did every morning. Today though the kiss lingered on a little more than it usually did till I finally pulled away needing some air.
“Loving the new car by the way.”
“Thanks,” he placed his arm around my shoulders as we walked up to the school building. The place of torture. The place that come June I would never have to see again. Thank goodness for that too. Public school education was really started to get on my nerves.
By the way I’m Jane-Elizabeth Swan, but most of you already knew that. I mean my father is the CEO of the company Better Life. Sure there wasn’t an actually a near by building but being the CEO he got to decide where he wanted to live, which was Maine, and he got to decide if he wanted to work from home, which he did. Basically my family is known to get what we want. Well at least I am.
To be honest though, I didn’t want that much. I already had everything. Perfect boyfriend, perfect hair, perfect car, perfect grades (for the most part, I wasn’t failing), and life was just perfect. I was the captain of the varsity cheerleading team, student body president, and most likely to win homecoming queen. I was the talk of the school and mainly the boy’s locker room, which I didn’t mind. I mean Jason could brag all he wanted but we both know that nothing has really happened, yet.
But to be honest, again, I didn’t want anything to happen. I just wanted the perfect senior year. And I was sure I was going to get it to.
Nothing could go wrong.
That week of school was amazing. Everything was going right with the world. Even in my house. I mean my mother for one stopped trying to invade into my personal life and actually made some pretty decent food. My dad kept buying me things for no apparent reason, which I never minded. Even my younger brother, who always annoyed the crap out of me, was actually behaving. It only took them 17 years to finally realize that I was the one who got what I wanted; not the whole family, but at least they had realized it now. Things were looking up.
Then things went back down.
Want to know why? It was Sunday. Church day as others like to call it.
Church was always a bore to me. The guy talked about the same thing every day. It was always some lecture about how we are all going to die one day and either end up in hell or heaven. I personally wanted to go to heaven so I could have a real mansion but how big was this mansion going to be again? I mean if it was all small and crap then I’d probably make my parent’s trade with me because I was the one who ALWAYS got what I wanted, when I wanted it.
Anyways back to reality. So I found myself again sitting in the chapel listening to Pastor Michael talk about heaven and hell again while I was thinking of something else.
Jason.
He had something planned for the next weekend. It was suppose to be our one month anniversary but I didn’t think Jason was the type of guy to celebrate. I mean after all he was the captain of the football team and starting quarterback. Which is why I dated him because I was the captain of the varsity cheerleading team and it was just known that we would date. Like it was a rule. But anyways he had something special and I wanted to know what.
I started thinking about what I would wear. If we went out to eat then I would so dress all up, but if it was a movie or something then I would find a cute skirt at the mall the next day and some form of top. Who knows maybe I would go get that skirt anyways just because it was so cute! Like seriously.
Finally Pastor Michael was done talking and we could leave. I got up quickly and turned to head outside to call Chloe and make mall arrangements for tomorrow. After all a girl never goes to the mall without her best friend to make sure she only buys things that look good on her. Though I knew the skirt would look good on me, hey, it would probably look good on Catherine Hicks; I still wanted Chloe to be there. But that’s when I ran into him.
He was tall, well taller than me. His brown hair was wavy and smooth looking. He even had a little sparkle in his green eyes as he looked at me. But you know, he was looking at me. Who wouldn’t have a sparkle in their eye after looking at me?
“I’m sorry, Ms…”
“Swan,” I replied, “Jane-Elizabeth Swan.”
“Please to meet you Ms. Swan. I’m Mr. Lefroy, Henry Lefroy. You are quite the busy one aren’t you?”
Why in the world was this freak talking to me, I started to think to myself. But might as well be polite seeing that I was still in a church and all.
“Yeah,” I jokingly said adding a short laugh at the end, “Would you please excuse me though?”
“Leaving so soon? Isn’t there some sort of fellowship after church?”
“I don’t know. I need to be outside though. Goodbye Mr. Lefroy.”
“Ms. Swan, I was wondering if maybe, seeing you don’t fellowship at church, if we could fellowship outside of church? Get some coffee or something?”
This guy isn’t seriously asking me out is he? I was about to go insane.
“Look, you’re a nice guy and all, but I have a boyfriend. Now I must get outside. Besides, I hardly know you.”
“That’s alright. You may go I guess.”
He guessed, I was beginning to wonder, what type of guy is he? First of all I had just met the guy and was in no means about to go for coffee with him. Second of all I had a boyfriend. A boyfriend. But this guy still felt the courage to guilt me. Well it wasn’t going to work. I wasn’t going to change. In fact I stepped quickly away from the man and made my way outside. There was no way I was going to see that freak again.

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