Sally was your normal everyday North Devon Policewoman. Settled and content in her self-made life after her ordeal. Jacob lived a sheltered, devout life, one that had him at a significant disadvantage. Brought together by tragedy & abuse, the ultimate reward for their battery was the one thing they had both been denied: True Love With determination, patience and respect, Sally leads Jacob from solitude and brings him into the light of the world he was denied. But when all is well, life has been transformed, and the healing has begun, will Sally’s secret undo it all?
Jacob awoke, slowly, hearing what sounded like an angel, but this wasn't right, he deserved to burn in hell. His father told him this so often that it must be true, but a demon wouldn't have a warm, soft voice, full of concern and sympathy.
"Jacob? Jacob? Can you hear me? What happened to you? Please wake up, I can't get a signal down here and I don't want to leave you."
Sally was kneeling beside him, her face lined with concern and worry. Jacob opened his eyes, and the angel's face swim into focus. She was as beautiful as he remembered.
"What? How did you get in?" His mind racing, panic surging through him, his back burning and tight from the kiss of the leather strap. Resisting the urge to stroke his face, though wanting to very much, knowing this would not have the calming effect she wanted, Sally answered, her voice soft, as if talking to a wounded animal.
"I called out, when you didn't answer I went around to the kitchen. The door was unlocked, I was worried about you. When I found you down here, I thought you were dead. What happened to you? Who did this to you?" Sally's mind was racing. Had he been attacked? Unlikely, no one knew he was here, unless it was a random criminal stumbling across the house. That was even more unlikely, so what the hell happened here? Jacob was covered in blood, even more pale than before. But his was a mystery that would have to wait, she needed to get Jacob upstairs and see what injuries he had.
"Can you stand? I need to get you off this cold floor." She held out her hand, and he slowly placed
his in hers. She felt the rough callouses borne of a life of hard labour, but his grip was firm and she helped to haul him to his feet. As he stood, his head started spinning and he stumbled forward, right into Sally's arms, and he felt, briefly, her warm soft body against his, and he liked the sensation. Then the thought of what he had already had to do hit him and he pushed her away.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lainy has had a varied career, having many different jobs from working as a health care assistant, to serving five years in the RAF, to stitching underwear for a large department store chain. She is currently doing hard labour in retail. She had a love of black cats, cruising and coffee. She lives in Cambridgeshire and when not writing or wearing a plastic grin at work, can be seen out and about with her trusty old Nikon, indulging in her hobby of photography.