Ok quick note:
I'm really CRABBY right now, I have tried to post this for almost a day..and if anyone noticed there are like 3 or 4 versions of this that don't contain the story. The one that did show up wasn't right and I had to delete it, and becaue of that it deleted my draft of this story....SO I am having to type the whole thing again. Ok sorry about the rant...please enjoy!!
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"Mary, what happened? Who did this to you? What is going on?" She asked as she re-wet the rag and came back to wipe the bruises that were beginning to form.

"Father slapped me, he doesn't like me anymore. I'm scared, I don't know what is going to happen. I just want things to go back to the way they were before. Why did this have to happen to me?" I sobbed as I turned my head into her shoulder and cried as hard as I could.

I guess I knew then that something was changing and that things could never go back to the way they were before.

I should stop here for tonight, I need to sleep some or they will get curious. You know, maybe G was right, this does seem to help."

I sat there without saying anything, I knew from the other entire that my family wasn't accepting my visions, but I hadn't imagined that it would lead to violence.

I closed the journal, throwing it on the floor and turned and buried my head into Jasper's shoulder. My whole body was shaking, I must have been so scared, my own father slapping me to the ground trying to get me to conform to the "perfect family" that he had envisioned.

I sat there in Jasper's arms for a long time, just being held like I had that night by my sister.
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We sat there for what seemed like forever, not moving or saying anything. I sat on him with my head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around me and I felt at that moment that he was the only thing holding me together.

"Maybe we should stop for today, I think that we have read enough. How are you feeling?" Jazz asked as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

I stood up and walked over to the window, resting my head against the windows.

"I'm doing ok, I think we're really close to finding out things. If it's ok with you could we read one more today?" I asked as I turned back to look at him.

"Of course love, we can read another if you want to. Would you like me to read this one? I know it's taking a lot out of you to read these out loud." He offered, always leaving the options open to me.

I smiled at him and made my way back over to the couch. He patted the spot next to him but I sat on the floor with my back resting by his feet. I leaned by head back and smiled at him before closing my eyes and imagining the story.

He cleared his throat and began reading the next entry in his soft/gentelmanly way.

"This one is dated April 7th, that's over a month after the last entry, here we go." He said as he began to read.

"I know it's been a month since I wrote last, but it's been so rainey here. The light doesn't allow for writing, so I haven't been able to continue. I'm very glad that G snuck me this book, without it I don't know how I would survive. Now, where did I leave off last time?

I must have fallen asleep in Cynthia's arms, because the next think I knew mother was opening the door.

"Girls, it's time to get up and get ready for church. Don't take too long, we'll be waiting for you in the kitchen." She said as she turned and walked out of the room.

I quickly got up and pulled on my best dress, making sure that it hung corectly. When I finished I helped Cynthia get ready and helped her pull her hair up into curls ontop of her head.

I turned myself to the mirror to begin my hair when I heard my sister gasp. She was suddenly by my side with a rag that she wet and was wiping the corner of my mouth.

I looked at the reflection in the mirror and saw that my upper lip was swollen and the corner was cracked with dried blood. My cheeck had a bruise that was starting to turn black and blue but it didn't look to bad.

I pulled my hair up without saying a word and walked into the kitchen where my parents sat at the table. My father was reading the paper, and mother was darning a pair of socks. When we walked in mother came running over with a rag to help clean up the marks on my face.

"Oh, well let's get this cleaned up." She said as she dabbed at my face.

"Leave her." Father said in a authorative voice.

Mother wiped my mouth once more before turning to look at him.

"Why don't you and Cynthia go outside, I need to have a word with Mary before we head to church." He said looking from myself to my mother.

She never said another word, she just grabbed Cynthia by the hand and walked out the door.

"Mary, we need to be going but I wanted to have a few words with you before we left." He said coming over to me and knelt down so that he was on my leavel.

"We aren't going to have anymore problems are we?" He asked as he put his hands on my shoulders.

"No sir, I will not be any problem. It will not happen again, I will keep my thoughts to myself from now on." I said avoiding his eyes.

"Good, now if anyone asks about what happened to your face?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"Um...I fell. I was running into the house and fell, stricking my face and cheeck on the slab." I said looking down at my hands.

"Ok good. Now we better not keep your mother and sister waiting anymore." He said as he walked over to the door and held it open for me.

I walked out and over to Cynthia. She offered me her hand and we walked to church swinging our hands between us. Mother and Father had a conversation behind us, but they spoke so quietly that neither of us could understand them.

We sat together in church and put on the face of the "happy family." When the service ended we all filed out with the rest of the parish and said our hello's before making our way back to the path.

We started off twoards home when father announced that we were going to go somewhere before we went back to the house. Cynthia and I got very excited, we were hoping that we could go out to lunch, or possibly go and get ice cream.

We walked down a path that we had never been down before. We walked for about a mile without seeing anything, when we crested the top of a hill we began to see a large building with many smaller buildings off of it rising over the next hill.

I didn't know what this place was, but I was more the sure that this wasn't going to be somewhere to eat or get ice cream.

I'm sorry, I have to stop now. I hear someone coming down the hall. I have to hide this before it is taken away."

That must have been the end of that entry because Jasper put the book down and kissed the top of my head again, pulling me out of the dream that I was having while he was reading.

I picked the book up off the couch and put it on his desk. I took a deep breath and turned back towards him.

"Lets stop for today, I think we've read enough. We should go downstairs and see what everyone else is up to." I said smiling up at him.

He walked over, took my hand and pulled me in close to him. We stood there for a minute before he let go and took my hand again and walked out of the room.