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"I guess it's time to head back, I need to explain what I learned to everyone else, and I really want to read more." I admitted
He nodded and stood inayofuata to me wrapping one arm around my shoulders.
"Anytime wewe want to get it off your chest just let me know and we can go out to eat." He smiled as he alisema the last line.
I put my head on his arm and nodded up at him.
"Thank wewe for everything Edward, wewe know I mean that with all I am." I thought as we began walking to the edge of the woods.
We ran all the way back to the house, Edward smiling as he read my thoughts of kusoma as soon as I could.
As we got closer to the house I began to wonder what everyone else was up to. When we got close enough I stopped to listen and see where everyone was. Upstairs, Rosalie was getting into the kuoga imba her inayopendelewa opera song as she stepped in. Emmett was sitting on the floor in the living room playing his PS3, grumbling because no one would play with him because he didn't play fair. Esme was on the Internet, probably looking for another house to start fixing up again, Carlisle must have gone to work because his scent was faint and he wasn't in the house. Jasper was sitting in the maktaba probably kusoma one of the vitabu that he knew from memory, sitting in his inayopendelewa leather chair.
I smiled as we got close knowing that everyone was happy, they all knew who they were/are and had some memories of who they were. I realized that I just wanted to head upstairs and begin kusoma as soon as I could. However; I knew that the moment we stepped in the house everyone would want to know what was going on and what Edward and I had discussed. I sighed knowing that this would slow down my getting back to the journal.
"It's ok, I will tell them all something about how we just bonded, and talked about Bella's birthday." Edward thought.
"Thank you, wewe don't know how much that means to me. wewe really are the best wewe know." I thought as I smiled up at him.
"Oh believe me, I won't let wewe forget. Now get back upstairs to Jasper, he's nervous enough and has peeked out the window about 10 times." He alisema as he patted my head.
I smoothed out my hair and ran up the stairs into the house. I smiled at Emmett, and ran up the stairs into the library. Jasper was standing kwa his dawati when I opened the door.
"You ok? Do wewe want to talk about it?" He alisema as he walked slowly towards me.
I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I laid my head on his chest and took a few deep breaths just enjoying the smell and feel of my husband.
"I'm fine, I just wanted to come back and read zaidi if wewe don't mind." I alisema as I looked up at his face, kissing his chin.
"I don't mind at all, do wewe want me to stay au would wewe like to be alone this time?" He asked as he hugged me closer.
"Please stay, I like knowing that wewe are here and it's good to have someone close." I alisema as I walked over and took the book off the shelf where I left it.
I walked over to the small leather sofa that was against the ukuta of windows and sat down patting the spot inayofuata to me.
Jasper walked over and sat with his back against the arm rest, opening his legs so that I could lie down with my back against his chest. I got comfortable, smiled up at him and slowly opened the journal.
The inayofuata entry was written in small choppy writing:
March 1st, 1916:
"It's dark, they think I am sleeping. I know that if they found me I would get zaidi "treatments" so I have to be extra careful. Where did I leave off?
Father was very angry, and other families were beginning to look in the direction of our family. He grabbed my hand and turned me towards him.
"We are leaving NOW, don't say another word." He alisema angrily as he helped my mother get up and gather all of our things.
He quickly got everything together and grabbed my sisters hand. He shot back a look at me and began walking off back to the house. I turned to look at my mother and she turned her head away from me.
"I'm sorry mom, I can't control these things and." I was going to continue when my father turned around and glared at me, and with that one look I knew that it would be best if I didn't say anything.
We walked the rest of the way nyumbani without another word being spoken. When we got in the house father quickly shut the door and slapped me across the face. I fell to the ground, my hand going to my mouth where I felt blood pooling up.
I looked up at him shocked. I knew he was mad, but to strike your own child? I began crying instantly, but didn't get off the floor because I was scared. He had never done anything like this before and I didn't know if he was going to do it again au not.
"Mary wewe better, go to bed. Your mother and I have a lot to discuss and I think it best if wewe aren't here." He alisema as he rubbed his hands together.
I looked up at my parents, got up and ran into the bedroom. I ran over to the mirror and looked at my face. I had a large red mark where his hand had stricked me, my lips were swollen and mgawanyiko, baidisha around the corner.
I took the glass of water from the bedside and poured some onto a rag and began wiping the blood from my face. I got about half way through before I collapsed on the ground sobbing and shaking so hard I couldn't stand any longer.
"Keep it down in there!" My father yelled from the kitchen.
I sobbed a little harder and ran to the bed, stuffing my head into the mto so that it could muffle the sound.
I don't know how long I stayed there for, but my sister eventually came over and sat inayofuata to me rubbing her fingers through my long hair. She shushed me and told me that it would be ok.
I turned my head to look at her and heard her gasp. She must have not been in the room when father slapped me, and now she was seeing what happened.
"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 au they will get curious. wewe 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 kwa my sister.