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The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.
ADULT CONTENT
FOR ADULTS 18 YEARS AND OLDER
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Chapter 11
"No!" I leaped toward her as she stepped off the chair.
I carried Ashley's inert body downstairs and laid her on my bed. I couldn't stand the thought of her being in the attic any longer. I studied her pale face as I softly combed my fingers through her hair. Tears flowed from my eyes as I watched her show signs of life. She looked up at me as confused as always after a session with Isabelle. My face didn't conceal the near tragedy I had witnessed.
Luckily the fall from the chair wasn't high enough to inflict instant damage, aside from lack of oxygen. So when Isabelle dropped, the rope was only tight for a matter of seconds before I was under her; lifting her back up. I stood on the chair to loosen the lasso, then carry Ashley to safety. As I watched her rest in my bed, the adrenaline in my body wore off and numbness started to settle in. Thinking about how close I was to losing Ashley made my stomach hurt.
"What happened?" When she sat up, her hand went instantly to her throat, her voice was scratchy.
After several minutes I was able to talk about what took place. Her eyes focused on me as she listened to my gut wrenching story of her near fatality. She asked to see the attic. I was surprised how calm she seemed when we got upstairs. For a moment, I considered how lucky she was that she basically slept through the whole event. I was the only one who had to live with the memories.
"You saved my life." Tears welled up in her eyes. Being able to see the objects I had described and the part they played in Isabelle's plan was more than Ashley could handle. I held her as she wept; I cried with her.
When we were picking up the wreckage from the armoire that blocked my escape from the restroom, Ashley stopped me.
"What's this?" She removed an envelope that was taped to the inside of the armoire and opened it. It looked like a letter or something. As she read I could see her eyes widen. "It's the missing pages."
We brought the pages down stairs to my room and Ashley tried to read them aloud but her throat was still sore. She asked me to read them for both of us. A few minutes into reading, I started getting a new opinion of Isabelle. And I started to realize that I had been wrong about her the whole time.
She wrote openly about her relationship with Du Bois. She was nervous of him at first but he gave her gifts and told her he had feelings for her. He convinced her to keep their relationship secret because if people found out about them, society would frown on him and he could lose his business. If he lost his business, then Isabelle would be out of a job. With Isabelle keeping quiet, he had his cake and ate it too.
It took some convincing to get her to sleep with him the first time, but when she did she thought Du Bois loved her. Ms. Du Bois started treating her a little different so Isabelle was afraid she knew about the affair. Isabelle avoided Du Bois during the day, which made her crave his company by evening. He promised Isabelle they would move away together when he saved enough money. She even mentioned how sorry she felt for Ms. Du Bois and didn't want her to get hurt.
Eventually Isabelle started suspecting Du Bois was lying about his intentions. He was getting more and more aggressive during their sexual encounters. Sometimes he would ask her to perform oral sex then he'd leave. A couple times, after drinking a good bit, he forced her on the bed face down and took her roughly; both vaginal and anal. But even after all this, she defended him and still hoped they would run away together.
Ashley's eyes were fixed on me as I breezed through the pages. Neither of us expected what I read next.
"She was pregnant?" Ashley actually looked hurt for her.
"Yeah, wow that sucks." I was actually feeling sorry for Isabelle too. She was totally different than the way I judged her. "And she expected Du Bois to take her away with him."
"What else does she say." Ashley inquired.
"This is her last entry;"
I am fool. I tell Mr. Du Bois I am with child today, I could not keep secret no more. He is very angry with me and say I sleep with other men. He say I can not have baby in his house. His words hurt me very much. I love him with all my heart and want to leave with him. I think he is not going to leave his wife. Now I stuck here. A new family not hire me with child. I pray Mr. Du Bois forgives me. I tell Ms. Du Bois I sleep with other men so she not know about me and Du Bois' love. My child has no father, just me.
"Poor thing." Ashley looked heartbroken. "She had no one."
"But I don't get it, she said her child has no father, just her. That doesn't sound like she wanted to kill herself she was planning to raise the child." I was confused.
"But she told you she wanted to kill herself; and she almost did it." Ashley reminded me.
"Yeah, but what if she only did it because of me? What if I drove her to that point because I didn't treat her right? I want to check the library archives and see if they have anything on her death." The attorney in me was coming out. Something about the way Isabelle wrote in her journal made me believe she didn't commit suicide. She shared her deepest secrets in her diary, yet she never mentioned thoughts of killing herself. Something was wrong.
"Okay, we should go in the morning." Ashley agreed. "I think I need to rest, I'm feeling really tired." But she didn't move to go to her room. She just sat there looking at the floor. "Do you think you could stay with me for a while?"
"Sure. Would you like to just stay in here?" I was ready to stand guard all night if I had to.
"Okay, let me just get changed."
She went to her room long enough to retrieve a change of clothes. She used my restroom to shower and get ready for bed. She even waited for me to shower, she was too afraid to fall asleep without me. I turned all the lights out and sat on a chair next to the bed.
"What are you doing?" She asked in a confused tone.
"What do you mean? I'm staying with you like you wanted?"
"I didn't mean you had to sit up all night. Do you want to come to bed?"
I wasn't quite sure how to respond. Although I knew she was only implying that we could share the bed, I couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to lay next to her.
"Um, what do you want me to do?"
"Come to bed." She requested.
I slid in the bed facing her. I could barely make out her facial feature from the outside lights. We faced each other not saying a word. She finally spoke.
"I'm afraid to go to sleep."
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay awake and keep watch?" I asked.
She didn't respond immediately. I guess she was thinking about what she wanted me to do.
"Will you hold me?" She seemed shy and vulnerable.
My mind was unable to give a verbal response to her request. Part of me wanted to protect her like a brother would his sister. But the other part of me knew I wouldn't be able to control the lustful images that were already seeping into my thoughts. I responded by moving closer to her. As I closed the gap between us, she turned to face the opposite direction and grabbed my arm pulling me tight to her body. She fit perfectly in the contours of my figure. Her warmth spread over me as I rested my head on our pillow.
"Thank you." Was all she said.
In a matter of seconds my thoughts became uncontrollable. I knew my job was to be her protector, but my body wanted more. I felt myself getting aroused. Embarrassment set in and I waged a war in my mind trying to think of anything that would get my mind off the inappropriate images. I was losing the battle and I completely surrendered when I felt her push back against me slightly to confirm what was happening. I just buried my face against the back of her neck and whispered my apologies.
"I'm so sorry." I was humiliated.
"Its okay." She sounded apologetic herself. "We're human." I noted her choice of words. Even now she was trying her best to save me from embarrassment. I really didn't deserve her. I watched her for hours as she slept. I was determined to keep her safe from Isabelle. But truth be told, part of me wanted to stay awake just so I could remember how good it felt to hold her. She really is beautiful.