Jane

Chapter Five

  I was bored. I was sweating. I was starting to wonder where Tarzan had taken off to. I wondered if I should make a break for it. I knew it was a long way down. Maybe if I grabbed a vine I could ease my way on down.

How far was the village from here? Could not be too far if I heard a gunshot ring out right? Maybe that was Clayton's gun I had heard. My heart hammers like crazy in my ear drums. Sweat trickles down my face and splatters onto my shirt. I lay on the bed.

Tarzan would not leave me here would he? He had to come back right?

I could only hope. I did not know how he thought. The image of us kissing pops up in my brain. Clayton was going to kill Tarzan for laying a finger on me if he knew another man kissed me. Clayton was a jealous type. Clayton was furious with me for making him wait to make love on our wedding night.

But that was the thing. I think Clayton asked me to marry him thinking that I would make love to him before the wedding. You know. Just because we were getting married he thought I owed him something. I owed him nothing. I knew this. But Clayton did not.

I look around the room. Trying to figure out this jungle life style. Was my cave man going to keep me here for his? What is something happened to him?

I was going to be left to die here. I would be eaten by a wild animal after I passed away. I try to shoo the morbid thoughts from my mind. I sigh. How long had my cave man been gone? I hear a cry ring out. Tarzan cry louder. He was near! I rush to the window. I look about for him.

"Tarzan? Tarzan!" I cry in desperation.

I see a man leaping at me. I jump back as he leaps in the window landing gracefully on the floor. The momma gorilla comes in with him. He had a gun in the palm of his hands. I look on the side.

The initials read CC. For Cecil Clayton! He had been near! I gasp. Tarzan holds the gun over his head. He snaps the little gun as though it were a toy gun. I had bought this gun for Clayton for his last Christmas! It cost me a pretty penny!  Tarzan throws the broken gun down to the floor.

"Tarzan that belonged to my friend" I moan. Clayton had to be pissed off that he stole Clayton's gun. I was sure of it. Tarzan hoots louder as he leaps over by the wall, then hangs upside down off the celling.

He looks over at me.

"Now I had a very lovely visit with you Tarzan. But my home is not here. My home is out there. Well not really out there. I am visiting here. My home is over in England. Where my father and I am from. You need to meet my father you would love him....I mean he would love you. Listen, can you take me home. Tarzan? Please. My home. Not your home. I am so thankful you saved me back there. Jane needs to go home" I ramble on knowing full well he could not understand a word I was saying. I look over at the wall to see a little sign that read "Home Sweet Home" that someone had left behind. Maybe he knew what it meant. I was desperate here.

I walk over I grab the sign off the wall. I look down at it. Tarzan makes his way over to my side. He looks over my shoulder at the sign. I point down to it.

"Lovely sign Tarzan. This means home. See the words...home?" I coach him. He studies it then looks at me quizzically. Like he was trying his best to understand me.

"Home" I tell him as I point to the word. Then I point to the little home on the sign. "Home"

I taught kids art but never reading lessons. How hard could be to teach an ape man to read?

"Home?" he repeats my words. I nod.

"YES! YES! Home! Take me home!" I beg of him with excitement that he understood a word I taught him. Perhaps when I got Tarzan back to camp father could help him. We could take poor Tarzan back to our world where he belonged.

"Home? Home?" he repeats like a happy child. A light of joy shines in his beautiful blue green eyes my way.

"Home. Take Jane home" I beg as I point to me than the sign.

"Where you got this gun? This was Clayton's gun. Clayton? Did you meet him?" I ask Tarzan slowly. I point to the broken gun. He picks up the gun getting upset once more.

"Clayton?" he calls the gun.

"No, that is a gun. Not Clayton. But Clayton is a man like you. He owned it" I try to tell him.

"Clayton?" he questions as he studies the gun.

"No, that is a gun" I tell him. "Gun"

"Clayton?" he frowns. He tosses the broken gun out the window.

I was getting nowhere fast here. I groan.

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My poor tummy growls letting me know it was well past my time to eat dinner. I was starving. But I was worried about my father worrying about me. Clayton was sure to have told him what happened to me by now. My father did not need the added stress. My tummy growls at me. Tarzan looks alarmed by the sound as he looks over at me.

"Sorry, dinner time" I giggle.

Suddenly he wanders right next to me. Our eyes lock together. I wondered what was going on in that mind of his. That poor confused mind of his? He picks me up all of a sudden. Pulls me over his shoulders. I was not sure what he planned on doing with me. Was he going to help me go home? Take me to Clayton? I could only hope!

"Home? Tarzan?" I speak up hoping for an answer from the man.

Nothing. No reply back.

He leaps up startling me. He takes us to the window.

"Oh no! Tarzan no no no..."I whimper a plea knowing his next move.

He leaps to the tree. Grabbing a branch. He leaps to the next one as he holds onto my legs with his other free hand. I yell. My veins plump up from being held upside down.

My hair falls in my face. I could hardly see a thing. But what I could see was I was so very high up. Very very high! I yelp in terror hoping Clayton might happen to hear my cries out here. And come rescue me if he did.

I grasp at Tarzan's broad back muscles. Clinging to him for dear life. I feel tears come to my eyes. I gasp in between screaming. Soon he stops. We are so high up in the trees. I would fall to my death if I was not careful. I pull my long hair out of my face as I sit on a branch. I notice he had taken me to a fruit tree. He leaps up capturing a few banas and mangos. He hands them to me.

"Home?" he questions.

He points to my belly. I laugh. He knew I was hungry. He did not know the proper words. He assumed I was telling him I was hungry and wanted to eat. That was kind of him to do. I shake my head.

"Hungry. This means hungry" I tell him as I place his hand on my belly just as it complains once more. He nods.

"Home?" he asks. I giggle. He was so innocent. So pure.

"Hungry" I correct him.

"Hungry" I tell him once more.

"Hungry?" he asks. I nod.

"Yes, Jane eat? Want to eat to?" I ask as I hand him a fruit he had bestowed on me. He sits next to me. I peel a bana. "Eat. Hungry" I repeat before I take a bite.

"Eat?" he asks as he bites into a mango. He was very smart. He could be taught. It was not to late for him.

"Eat" I agree.

I soon chow down on a mango. Now how to explain where home was? That was going to be a challenge for me. Maybe not. Maybe Clayton would find us. Then I could help poor Tarzan here. He needed a home. And a family from the looks of things. It was such a pretty view where he had taken us to eat a meal.

"Beautiful" I mutter as I gaze out in the open. "Beautiful" I tell him again so he caught on to words and what they meant.

"Beautiful?" he questions as he locks onto my gaze. I feel myself blush. He brushes my hair out of my eyes. He was kind. Not a savage beast.

"I am not beautiful. But thank you" I giggle knowing he did not understand what I was saying.

"Beautiful" he mutters once more as he stares at me making me feel butterflies scatter and take flight inside of me.

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