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ELENA'S POV;

"So you're saying you were sick? How did you manage to heal from that sickness?" Jessie asked and I smiled.

"I don't know if it's entirely gone. It's not something I got all of a sudden. It was due to the constant physical and sexual abuses that I underwent. I hated seeing blood or anything horrific, I barely breathed those times. I still have that phobia but I don't feel the pain anymore, and I don't have shortage of breath like I used to. It's there but it's way better than before."

"How did you know you had this symptom though? Back when you were in Gretchen's house? For how long were you there even?" She asked and I contemplated the one to answer.

"I was there for about two months before he found me. So many things happened like me trying hard not to catch any foreign feelings for Jordan. One thing I definitely wasn't expecting was for my uncle's best friend to arrive any time soon. I haven't seen him since that day though. Not even when my father disappeared. But he called, he called many times. My uncle found me and took me into his custody, telling me my father put him in charge of me. I didn't understand why because it confused me. My father never put me under anyone's custody aside from his. So my uncle coming to tell me that was really not something I was confused about but I foolishly listened to him anyway."

"What about your mother, what happened to her?"

"She died, right in front of me when she was trying to protect me from my uncle. It turned out he was obsessed with her before my father married her. He wanted her but she refused to accept him and used his masculine power on her just to relieve himself and to feel good that he'd finally gotten her." I could never forget that day.

"How about we talk about when you were still in Gretchen's house? I want a full story on what happened between y'all perhaps it would take your eyes away from all the pain of leaving them afterwards." She said and I chuckled a little.

"I remember that morning when I heard music as I made my way to the living room. Knowing Jason, he always played music either when he was happy, neither happy nor sad, or devastated. I'd gotten close to that extent and I really loved our bond more than anything. It was new to me, all new to me. I wanted love and he was giving me all that. I forgot about it when I left that house." I sighed, but smiled and continued.

"I'd realized that for days he hadn't been his usual happy self after he found out about my condition. You know the thing. Gretchen had warned me, but I chose not to listen. I found out three days after her warning. My hair was shorter than it ever was, and light. Each time I brushed it, about a fist full would have stuck to the brush. It was depressing, my face had gotten paler, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them about it. Bad idea to keep things from a doctor." I said and it was her turn to chuckle.

I loved the way the bond between me and Jessie grew every single day. Antonio wasn't around on most days anymore aside from today though. The thought of leaving at night still sort of made me feel uncomfortable. And I didn't know why exactly. Was it because of Augusta? Or was it that club party, or was it both? Maybe both.

"Eventually," I continued, "things didn't work out the way I wanted. But I wasn't going to hold myself down because of anything. I'd survived way worse than anything."

"I actually didn't regret keeping my illness a secret from them. I just hated how they got to find out."

"Do you think Jason liked you?" Jessie asked and I thought about it for a moment.

"I guess he did. But I wasn't able to reciprocate his feelings because I'd never seen that kind of love before. He took me somewhere that day, that was really precious to him. And it all started when I spotted him doing some pancakes. I didn't even know I was hungry till my nostrils inhaled the aroma and was rewarded with a growl from my stomach. But that didn't matter to me, what mattered was the look on Jason's face. They were blank as he flipped those pancakes, I couldn't tell what he was feeling, and if he felt anything, he was doing so well at hiding them. But I was curious and wanted to get into his head so I shuffled closer. A smile grew on his face as soon as he noticed me. I managed to smile back at him but I wasn't convinced though."

"You really thought something was going on in his head about your condition? Not anything else?"

I nodded. "There's no other way to say it. He asked if I wanted pancakes next and I was like..."

"Yeah." I shrugged as I leaned on the counter, staring at his beautiful blue eyes. He passed a plate of pancakes to me, and I poured some honey on it, before devouring it all. Gosh, I didn't even know I was this hungry, and it appeared Jason didn't know either because all he did was stare, astonished.

"Whoa...." I was very certain my cheeks revealed shades of red already because I was embarrassed. Well in my defence, I was really hungry. Jason began to chuckle and spoke; "Well someone's hungry. Want more?" I didn't think twice before bobbing my head childishly, earning a soft laugh from Jason.

I ate and drank my hot chocolate which almost burned my tongue and I did my best not to flinch to avoid another embarrassment.

"I was this thinking...." Jason looked up at me ".....if you would like to go somewhere with me."