Jane's Innocence

Adams

Jane's POV

After arriving at the police station stuck in that dreary room my mind kept racing. I kept replaying the events that had led up to this point. I also wondered if the man with different colored eyes was close. Since I had left that night the only way I have felt safe is when I was with Wesley. He let me come out of my shell on my own and showed me that I was safe. Finally, an officer came into the room with a recorder and a notepad. He introduced himself as Detective Finn. He asked me to recount the events that led up to her being in this room. As I again retold the events as I had remembered them I started sobbing uncontrollably. Once I had finished telling him, I asked if I could see Wesley? The detective told me, "at this time you can not." I curled up in the chair, rocking back and forth trying to find some sort of comfort. The detective asked me, "How do you know this Wesley?" I told him, "He saved my life! He found me out in the freezing weather, in just my nightgown, and he took me to his home, so that I could warm up. He wanted to help me sir."

I wondered why he was asking me these types of questions. Wesley has never hurt me and has shown me nothing but kindness. After the detective finished asking all of his questions he reached over to the table and turned the recorder off. He sat there for what felt like forever before he finally spoke, "Jane dear I need to talk to you about something very important okay?" I looked up into his eyes and saw nothing but pain in them. I slowly nodded my head then placed my head on my knees. Whatever he was going to tell me was something bad.

The detective scooted his chair closer to where I was sitting. He looked at me in the eyes and said, "Jane I am so very sorry, but we found three bodies in the rubble. We are not one hundred percent sure but we do know that there were two adults and one child. We feel like this could be your family, but won't know for sure until the DNA results come back."

Two adults and one child! Could this be my family he is talking about? I started to cry uncontrollably again. I clutched onto the clothes I was wearing and rocked back and forth. The detective sat there in silence, not knowing what to say or do for me. Why? Why me? Once there weren't any tears left to be shed. I looked up at the detective and asked, "where am I to go?"

He asked me, "If I had any other family he could get in contact with?" I shook my head "no". He patted my leg and told me that he would be back. After a while I am not sure how long because there was not a clock in this room, he returned. I looked up at him and waited for him to speak. He said, "I am sorry to say but the only placement that we could find you is at the town's orphanage."

"But, but what about Wesley sir?" Jane mumbled.

He answered that question too. He said, "due to the fact that you just met him and have absolutely no relation to him. We have discussed it with Child Protective Services and there is just no way that you can leave with him. We also do not know if he is involved at all."

I did ask one question though, "May I see him before I leave?" He shook his head yes and said for me to stay here. I did as I was told and waited my patience running thin with the events that have happened. Finally the door opened and it was Wesley. He squatted down to my level and opened his arms. I ran right into them hugging him as tight as I could. After staying like that for a while I heard someone clear their throat behind us. We released our hug and there stood a lady in a long blue skirt. This lady was nowhere as warm and welcoming as Wesley was. I moved closer to him looking at her from head to toe. She introduced herself as Miss Adams. Yeah, she kind of reminded me of someone from the Addams family. Her hair was a mix of dark brown and gray. She had eyes that looked stressed and unwelcoming. Her nose was like a witch, long and pointy. Her face itself made her look really old. There were so many wrinkles. She had on a high collared shirt that was a light gray. She wore a blue blazer that matches her long skirt. Her hands were short and stubby with wrinkles. Her shoes were black with a small heel. There was a strap across the front of her shoe.

She stuck out her hand meaning for me to grab it. I was reluctant though because I just didn't like her. Wesley whispered in my ear, "Jane honey you have to go with her. I am sorry that you could not stay with me, but this is for the best."

Gathering as much courage as I could I stuck my hand out to grab hers. Once we started walking down the hallway towards the front door I looked back at Wesley with tears in my eyes. There was just something about her that I just didn't trust. We walked out the front door and into the cool windy evening. She held my hand tightly as we headed across the parking lot to her vehicle. We got to a vehicle that looked rusted and like it wouldn't make it out of the parking lot let alone wherever we were headed.