Guardian

She wakes up several hours later; the sun is high in the sky. Throwing a pair of sweats and a shirt she goes to her computer. Turning it on, she sifts through her notes for her next book, funny she thinks for as horrible her life was, she made her money writing romance novels. Talk about ironic, the one thing she has never had in her life she writes about. Checking her cell again, there is another message, her editor. Approving her latest manuscript which meant she had some time off before starting her next.
Kenna logs into her computer, a few passwords later she enters a chat room. Her eyes move furiously over the pages, absorbing the subtle conversations between these men that she hunts. Working further she gets the name of the place for a meeting next week, a little cafe not far from here. The monsters keep to the worse parts of town; nobody pays attention to them when they have surviving on their mind. There will be time to heal, fuck her head and her side hurt with every breath she took, she was going to be housebound for a few days. Being stationary for too long meant that her past could catch up with her either in real life or memory. Only Alex knows her real first name, while she was in the hospital she was Jane Doe, to her editor she is Julianna Wright, and to the world she is nobody. Maybe, someday she might just find out her true last name the one she was born with that is always her biggest mystery.
Sold at the age of four to a very wealthy man she has no memory of her life before him. He wanted to raise and train the perfect kept woman, so she travelled the world with him, she had tutors, and she learned how to do everything that a girl of wealth and breeding should know. The price was her innocence, this generous benefactor kept her alone and isolated. Her tutors were there to teach not befriend, he was her only friend and made sure she knew it. At the age of eleven her world became a nightmare, constant touching and demands on her poor little body. The price for resistance beatings that left her back scarred, when the beatings no longer worked this pervert began to brand her back with his initials. LMJ- she still doesn't know what they mean she only called him "Dad". The word was like acid on her tongue.
At eighteen, broken and beaten he dumped her at a street corner and drove away. She was too old for him and he had found a replacement for her. She was free but she didn't know how to live, no clue, no concept. No family, no home. Survive is what she did, using that education that he so wanted her to have. She lived on the street for years, a nameless homeless woman going from place to place living outside of society because she didn't know the rules she only knew pain. One cold winter day she wandered in to the library to keep warm, and she found books ....all of them. She began to read everything she could find, and she stumbled on the romance section. The sex in the scenes she read involved pleasure and joy, not pain and punishment. Using the library's computers she began to write and found it came easy to her, so from open to close she wrote for months on end. The librarians took in this shell of a woman, brought her clothes and made sure she had a computer to work on, they didn't know her name but the emptiness in her eyes spoke to them when Kenna would not. She finally finished at the beginning of the summer of her 25th year, she didn't know her birthday she just knew the years. She researched how to get published, and took her book around, she sold it and got a contract. She only agreed if she would work with a female editor, giving her false name she got money and a different life. Kenna was just successful enough, her books sold and she was able to live by writing one a year.
She learned to fight and defend herself on the street, she should feel safe in her apartment, but she didn't she found that when you don't have to worry about living and just making it one more day the mind will wander. Hers took her to the past, the images flooded her, the pain and realization of what was done to her and how wrong it was hit her square in the chest. At 29, she couldn't deal with it anymore, taking anything and everything she could find she washed it down with vodka. Take the pain away, it had to stop, the images, voices and body memories but did she want to die? Staggering in to the ER, she knew she had made a choice that night she wanted to live. That is when Alex entered her life, the only person that she has ever trusted, only because she knew his demons. He talked to her during her coma, she heard everything, his idealism when he joined the army, the destruction of his core when he lost so many, the blood that still haunts his dreams and the screams of the women and children he tried so hard to save and how going to medical school becoming a doctor and finding once again that he could make a difference. Kenna saw him as the eternal optimist, maybe which is why she turned to him and his clinic one night and how he became the keeper of her name.