Saved By A Knight

Chapter Two: Shattered Innocent

*Nirvana POV*

"What are you doing here," Jamie ask coming towards me.

"You are married? To Rayna?" I say stupidly. I look at Jamie, and he looks just like the man I love, and I've always known. I think I expected this revelation to make him look different, or maybe I was hoping that those words had come from another person's mouth.

I shake my head and repeat, "You are married?" I look at Becca, and she have this dark look in her eyes I can't decipher. She, on the other hand, clearly look like someone I've never seen before. Still very beautiful, but with an air of hatred oozing from her. I wonder how I'd never noticed this before.

Jamie grabs my upper arm and pulls me towards himself. "Something suddenly wrong with your hearing, my jewel?" He sneers to my face.

"You always have the dumb luck of being where you're not needed," says Becca, looking at me the way one might look at a silly child.

Jamie pulls me farther into the room and pushes me roughly into a chair, with a commanding "sit!"

I believe I might be fainting right now if I remain standing because I suddenly feel lightheaded. I sit up, bend my head and put it in-between my legs.

When I feel that the drowsiness has passed, I sit up and look at Becca, then at Jamie.

"You love me Jamie, why would you do this to me? What did I do? I would have married you if you asked me. I thought you would be proposing to me tonight. What did I do?"

Jamie and Becca look at each other and burst out laughing. Becca move away from the window and come to perch on the desk in front of me. She uses her right leg to push the chair back a little so she can look down at me, I suppose.

"I know you are a lot stupid, but surely you are not that stupid. Jamie was married long before you came into the picture, you ignorant fool."

"But…but," words fail me.

"But but but what? Why did he ask you out?" She asks.

Before I can reply, she goes on to answer herself.

"Simply put? Because you're stupid," She laughs as she says it.

"Now, now, Becca. Don't go breaking my jewel's heart like that. She has been quite useful to both of us." Jamie jeers, pouring himself a drink from the drink cabinet. He takes the drink and swallow it, pour another and then come and stand beside Becca.

I suddenly feel enveloped and have a kind of tightness in my chest. I stand up, intending to go to the window to get some fresh air.

"Sit down!" Jamie shout in a booming voice. How I'd never heard that voice until now is a total mystery to me.

Becca look at me as I did as I was told, and smirked.

He still looks so much like the Jamie that I know, which makes it hard for me to process the words coming out of his mouth. In a little part of my mind, I am hoping this is some sort of nightmare I will wake up from soon.

The Jamie I know isn't an authoritarian, he's always full of charm and talking gently, which was what drew me to him in the first place. I remember I always tell him jokingly after we finish a meeting with a client that he could talk his way into a client's pants (if it's a female client) if he wished, and I remember he will reply saying —quite seriously — that he's only interested in getting into my pants.

I want my Jamie back, the man that loves all of me, the man that seems to be satisfied with everything I do.

At the beginning of our relationship, I thought it was not normal because he was okay with everything I did. We don't quarrel and we hardly ever argue. I had complained to Becca that I didn't think Jamie loved me, but she had reassured me, saying that I was simply perfect for him and he just wanted to do everything to please me. Having that at the back of my mind, I had also wanted to please him as well, which is why I didn't think too much of it when he told me we would keep our relationship a secret. He told me he would like to keep what we have between us separate from everything else because I mean a lot to him, and he will not want the world in his business.

Realizing now that I've been lied to and played a fool, and the reason why he wanted our relationship a secret is because he's married. Married! I still can't believe it. And not just married, but married to Rayna Carpenter. Rayna? Nobody really even knew who Rayna was aside from —

"I wonder what's going on in that beautiful head of yours," Jamie says, cutting off my line of thought.

"Now that the charade is over —we've been looking for ways to get rid of you, but you just make this easy by being your burdensome self." Says Becca, with a gleam in her eyes.

"So, this is what's going to happen," she continues. "You are going to go back upstairs and pack your bags. I will help you book a flight back to Manhattan while you're doing that, then I will drive you to the airport. Then, when you get to Manhattan, you will pack your bags again, then head back to Iowa to reunite with your family. I'm sure they will be glad to have you back. The prodigal daughter returns." She laughs at this.

"You are my best friend, Becca. Why do you hate me so much? What did I do to you? Tell me and I will apologize."

"What did you do? You are stupid! God, it feels so good to say that to your face. You are just so stupid and gullible, imagine what you're saying after finding out you've been played. How can you ever believe someone like you will be my friend? You are a stupid nobody, and I'm glad to be done with you."

"I won't go back home, I won't leave my job and go—" I stop mid-sentence at the sound of a broken glass. Jamie have smashed his drinking glass on the floor. I was about to continue when Jamie's hand suddenly met my cheek. It hit me so hard that I fell out of the chair. I taste blood on my lips.

"What the f**k did you say? What did you say?" He yanks me up by my hair and says to my face.

I scream at the pain, which only makes him angrier. He slaps me again and again and again, until I am sure his palm must be imprinted on my cheeks.

"You do what you're told and say nothing because no one asks for your opinion on the matter. You are nothing!"

"Jillian, just let her go." Becca tell Jamie.

He releases his hold on my hair, and pushes me towards the door. Disoriented from the pain in my face and the throbbing in my head, I stumbled and missed a step. Trying to grab hold of something to right myself but grabbing at air, I fall backward, hitting my head smartly on the big chunk of broken glass on the floor.

I can feel my blood seeping out and soaking up the carpet beneath me. In a blur, I see Becca and Jamie looking down at me, and before everything went dark around me, I hear Becca whisper, "Is she dead Jillian?"

Jillian? Who is Jillian?