The Billionaire Detective

My name is Jenna Mars. I'm 9 years old. My mother died while giving birth to me and my dad never forgave me. For as long as I can remember he would use me as a punching bag, whenever he came home drunk and that was nearly every night. I don't go to school, I just stay in my room . All I have in there is  a mattress and a cupboard some pencils and papers and a few bits and pieces. My cupboard is my hiding place when my father comes home with a companion I hide in there and close the door of the cup to not here there noises. On the 20th of May my life changed for ever. My father came home drunk at 11pm he had lost his job. I heard him but I covered my head with the blanket pretending to be asleep when all of a sudden the lights came on and my hair was pulled he was hitting and kicking me he took off his belt and started to whip me with the buckle. I screamed and cried but he kept belting me beating me with an inch of my life. My head was bleeding I felt there my cheek dying w

Today as I put on the last touches to my face I walked out of my apartment and went to check if everything was running smoothly. Checking the booking book I noticed we had a reservation for forty people all from the police force. I closed my eyes and thought back to ten years ago when the blue eyed police officer saved me and changed my life forever. The phone ringing woke her up from my daydream, she huffed lightly and closed the book and continued on with her management choirs. At 6 pm the dinners of forty started to arrive directing them to their tables and handing them the menus she started to explain the meal of the day before leaving them to decide. Ten minutes later she sent a waitress to take there orders. Going about her routine she heard that soft voice that she couldn't forget from ten years ago. She turned around and her eyes locked with his, it was him Max the rookie police officer that saved her his deep blue eyes stared into hers for what seem like ages. She was wonde

Yes  your totally right,  I felt that when you walked into the restaurant  as well "I said to him "my name is Jenna you save my life 10 years ago" His eyes widened as he stared at me. Shocked was evident on his face. But he was quiet for some time. Time stood still as we both looked at one another , not know what to say to each other. I broke the silence first telling him that " I never got the chance to Thankyou, you saved my life , you rescued me from my father's beatings. When I woke up in hospital I asked for you but they said I wasn't allowed any visitors until I was out of the ICU and when I got better and transferred to a room , after two days they sent me to the orphanage and that was it. The nuns raised me taught me to read and right and got me this job.". He was watching me. Watching my every movement. He doesn't know me but he does. His presence makes me feel safe. After spending tens years in the orphanage which was my home, where I felt safe and now I

After closing the restaurant and letting my self into my apartment. I couldn't help not think about the detective. Sitting in the bathroom and removing my makeup, I stare at me self in the mirror. The scar is so visible and so horrible it's just a daily reminder of my life. Removing my clothes and hoping into the shower looking at my self in the mirror and seeing my darkened bruises and scars on my body.                                                                              I just wish I can erase those nine years of my childhood from my mind. But if I do I would never of met my saviour. Max.  Getting into bed I drift off to sleep thinking about him and  our meeting tomorrow. I would have to get into work earlier to prepare my makeup routine and find something suitable to wea

Then when he touched my hands and then my chin then kissed me I felt a sensation that I couldn't explain. After he left I sat there for what  felt like ages.  It took a table booking to get me off my concentration of Max. Sunday came around so quickly.  Waking up and showering I sat I front of my cupboard deciding what to wear. It's thirty five degrees today going to be so hot. I hate going out on hot days,  I hate showing off my arms and legs. I have nothing to wear. The faded  bruises and scars are so visible to the eye I hate people feeling sorry for me.  I decided to wear my black denim jeans, white skivvy to cover the scar underneath my chin, red vest and sneakers. I straightened my hair then applied my make up. I have  never applied makeup on before in the heat, hopefully it will stay on all day.  As soon as the bell rang I took my bag and went downstairs. When I opened the door he greeted me with a smile and stunned