Mafia Hunters

The Past of Jane

the past Jane

Like I planned to go to a hospital for hypnotic therapy. I want to see exactly what happened that night.

Honestly, I didn't have time to dig it up, or I never felt like the memory I had might have been cut off.

My eyes closed, my brain still thinking about things.

"You can think of what makes you happy!"

I heard and did as my psychiatrist told me.

"Think you're 14 years old!"

It was a bit heavy, but I thought about it again.

"What made you happy then?"

I thought for a moment, imagining what I liked the most.

"I love the piano!" I said. "I like someone too!" my continue.

I still remember that day was the Tuesday of September 16, 2007 when I came home from school I found my house still empty as usual.

I immediately entered my room and changed my uniform with house clothes, I continued eating at the dining table.

At that time, I was only living with my two half-sisters. Sis Morgan and Kian, they've been to college and always come home late at night.

***

5 Years before the incident, my mother married a man with two sons. My stepfather's two sons loved me so much. I have always been overwhelmed by the affection of both my half-brothers and my parents.

***

Three months before the incident, my mother and stepfather came to America to start a business there. Because the situation in America there has not been completely stable for a while the three of us must be left in Indonesia.

Since then, my two brothers have been coming home late and not paying attention to me. We have a maid to clean the house that comes in the morning and comes home in the afternoon.

I became lonely and often looked out the window in my room to see people passing by in front of my house during the day, and saw stars at night. To me they are like the same thing, which is to decorate my lonely days together.

After returning home from school I would usually have lunch at home and would sleep until three in the afternoon and prepare for piano lessons, near the house just two aisles away from my house at that time.

That's how I spent my day, until one sunny day a man came to me when I came back from piano lessons.

Her...

Her face...

Why is it so hard to remember?!

But I must remember the face of that man.

I feel like that guy had something to do with the guy who attacked me 14 years ago.

He came every day when I finished piano lessons, he drove me to my front door. We chatted a lot of things, he likes vanilla ice cream, he likes black, he likes to smile at me. And his name

"What's your name?" asked the man when we met for the first time, he was probably the same age as my brother Kian who had just entered university and he was deliberately waiting for me there.

"Jane!" Answer nervously.

"You're two blocks from here, right?!I'm three blocks from here, let's always go home together!" said.

"Are you also tutoring around here?" my many.

"No, I'm not tutoring here!" replied the man very gently. "That!" he pointed at a luxurious mansion with a beautiful golden-colored iron fence that was striking.

"That's my grandfather's house!" continued.

"I go to college in the evening and I'll be in the house until the afternoon!" said.

"Oohhhh, yeah! Then what's your name?"

"My name is Brian Devano!" she said with a sweet smile.

I opened my eyes because my first session was over.

***

"Why can I forget that?" ask the Doctor.

"When you're attacked, you get a pretty hard blow to the skull behind the bottom of your head. Maybe you're having a temporary memory impairment, or a memory wipe because you're in shock. Your body could have erased a memory if you were in shock!" obviously Doctor.

Why has Brian approached me since I was a teenager?

Does he really like me?

Then why did he pretend not to know me all this time?

If he did approach me when I was 14, shouldn't he remember even though I've changed a lot in appearance.

There were many questions and conjectures because of my old memories that came up.

Suddenly my head hurt and I sat in the waiting chair in the corridor of the patient's room which was very quiet at the time.

I sat for quite a while because the memories of Brother Brian entered my brain in succession until I fainted there.

***

14 Years ago

"Hay Jane, are you home?" brian asked behind the phone, I was at home alone because my two brothers hadn't come home in the morning.

"What's wrong, brother?" my many.

"Can I come in?" tanyakanya. "I'm in front of your house !" said Brother Brian.

I opened the curtain in front of me a little, the location of my home phone table at that time near the living room window. So I could immediately see Brother Brian calling me on a phone standing outside the fence with a black umbrella in his hand.

"There's no one in my house, my mother said I can't bring anyone in if there's no brother !" I said plain.

"Well, tomorrow don't forget piano lessons!" said.

I didn't teach piano that day because I fell asleep and woke up at four in the afternoon.

It rained from seven o'clock until dawn.

I slept in my room, I don't know what happened I heard my door knock on someone.

I thought it was Brother Leo who used to wake me up for buying food for me when he came home from college.

I went straight to the kitchen but there was no one, and I felt the wind rushing through the curtains of the front room.

Without fear I walked into the front room and the glass of my house broke.

My head was hit by someone from behind with the thunder of lightning striking.

The splash of water on my face woke me up.

"Sister Brian!" gumamku.

I was sleeping under a big window in my room, my legs and hands tied.

I could faintly see Brother Brian sitting in my study chair. I also felt pain in my head, as well as in my wrists and feet. The coldness of my bedroom floor pierced through my vulnerable teenage skin.

"So help me!" whinek.

Brother Brian squatted down in front of my face and hit me in the head with nothing. The pain in my head hasn't gone away, he kicked me in the stomach a few times.

I couldn't scream because the pain was running through my body, my throat was stuck.

She stroked my messy hair and kissed my forehead gently. Brother Brian whispered something to me but I couldn't hear it.

"Please don't kill me!" my whining was soft, my chest tight and it felt like my ears only heard a loud buzzing.

But instead of him stopping, he instead added his strength to beat my body which only weighed 36 kg at that time.

After I was helpless, Brother Brian took off the rope he tied to my feet and hands. He took the scissors on my desk and edited my whole shirt until I was naked.

I could see with tears in my eyes, the man enjoying my condition with a beautiful but sadistic smile. I could also feel Brother Brian still making sure I was breathing and reacting to what he was doing to my body.

"Don't kill me!" i said lirih.

"Please don't kill me!" door continues.

He took off his pants and I could feel my whole body ache with the movements he made on my lower body. But every joint of mine was limp even though I was trying to move.

I don't know how many minutes he fucked me in my bloodstained state and helpless. A smile of satisfaction and ******* his lustful peaks ringing in my brain.

She didn't close my eyes, but my instincts shut my memory so I could survive.

I could see him coming out of my room, I thought he was going to leave me, but he came again with a knife that I knew very well.

"Please don't kill me!" I said stammered as I tried to hold back my cries and shove my head.

Rrrrrrrrrrr

The glass in my room broke after she stuck a knife in my stomach. Brian ran away probably because my brother came.

I still remember it in my eyes, because the glass shards hit my body too. Someone took a cell phone in his pocket and called the police. And I lost my consciousness completely.

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