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Click hereSabrina stared down at her hands hidden in the fold of her dress and gripped them tightly. "I don't know if I can," she answered honestly.
Jonathan nodded. "I understand and I don't want to push." He indicated a stack of documents sitting on the edge of desk. "After you disappeared, your mother and I hired a bow street runner. For obvious reasons we didn't want to go to the authorities or make an official report." At Sabrina's nod he continued. "The runner spoke with our driver and even went back out to where the carriage was attacked. He was able to pick up your trail but eventually suggested we hire an experienced tracker. Unfortunately, it rained before the tracker was able to make a certain determination as to which way you were headed." Jonathan gave an apologetic shrug. "After that all we could do is wait."
If only to himself, Jonathan had to admit that he'd been frantic to find her, those few days of her absense pure hell. The ransom note they were waiting for never arrived and the runner warned that they might never see their daughter again. Never before had his name, money and power meant less.
He had just begun questioning the wisdom of not going to the authorities when shouts in the entryway had drawn him from his study. A young houseboy preparing to sweep the front steps had opened the door and found Sabrina, unconscious and wrapped in an expensive blanket. Jonathan's relief at finding Sabrina had been short lived. Quietly, her maid had informed him of the marks and there was no mistaking their meaning.
Addressing his daughter, he said, "I understand that you'd rather not talk about what happened." She had her face turned from him and he could see her swallow. "But if there is anything that you can tell me that might help us to figure out who is responsible..."
"You're still looking?" Sabrina asked in surprised.
"Of course!" Jonathan said. "You don't think I'd let whoever is responsible for hurting my child go unpunished?"
Sabrina picked at her dress. Ironically, she realized that she didn't want him found. She tried to tell herself that it was self preservation - surely, if he were found he would share everything that had happened in an attempt to save himself. And while that was partially true she had to admit that some small part of her wanted to protect him from her father's anger and the consequences that his position would allow. "Father, do you think that's wise?" For the first time in her life Sabrina actively used her position and knowledge of the ton to her advantage. "You and mother have done so much to protect me, to make sure that no one found out that I was missing. If you find this man it would mean an arrest and a public trial. Everything that has happened would be revealed and I would be ruined." Desperation and truth added weight to her words.
Jonathan considered his daughter. "You don't want the man that hurt you brought to justice?"
Sabrina shook her head but still couldn't meet her father's eyes. "I want my life back, what there is left of it."
Jonathan pulled on his right ear, a habit he had when thinking. "I can't just let the matter drop, you understand, but I promise to keep any future inquires discreet. If I find out who did this I promise to take care of the matter personally."
Sabrina realized that this was as good as she was going to get. She could only hope that he had taken care to cover his tracks and was never found. She didn't know what she would do if she ever came face to face with him.
- COMMENTS
Horseman68almost 8 years agoA great beginning to a well-written story that I hope is going where I think it is.
LuvTrackeralmost 9 years agoWhy did she not blame her father? Are you so insensitive as not to delve into that. She was fucking rape as a revenge to her father and she did not mention it to him? I find that hard to understand.
plan4itover 11 years agoI can actually understand her decision. She wants to erase the rape and take her possibly only opportunity to make love to someone. She knew that she was attracted to him and that it could be pleasurable. He was reluctant and awkward and tried to give her some pleasure to start with. She doesn't trust him exactly, but at the same time, if the rape is her only experience with intimacy, the longer she goes on, the harder it will be to have something positive later. Looking at her options, she may never have a man in her bed again. Her station is too high to be a courtesan and in any household she joins, the man of the house is unlikely to allow her a lover.
Anonymousover 12 years agoshe has been raped, why would she want her rapist to make love to her ?! It does not make sense. I just scrambled past that turn of events and pretended it never happened. For me, it just ruined the entire story.
Anonymousover 12 years agoHow is that he saw the intent in her eyes when it was all too dark for her to se him at all?
68dawgover 12 years agoOne obvious solution to Sabrina's problem would be emigration to one if the colonies, married off to a second (or third) son. Perhaps she does consider this in later chapters though that doesn't appear to fit your intent (else why the ballroom scene at the beginning?).
At little less modern language would be nice as well. "Okay"? "Sweetie"? The former certainly wasn't in common usage in England until the mid-20th century. The latter, besides being completely out of place in the context of the scene, doesn't seem consistent with the class your characters belong to.
Also, it's "cravat" if you mean his tie and "navel" if you're referring to her belly button and "breathe" as in "I can't breathe".
