Ya khochu tebya (I want you)

Meeting her.

                                                                                --EDNA POV--

"Edna, more wine," Mrs Birling said holding out her empty glass.

"Of course, ma'ma." A stiff hand connected with the back of my head as I poured the red wine. 

"Don't speak back to me, slave," Mrs Birling said sternly. I curled my lip but soon changed back to my emotionless face as I caught Gerald's sight. Mrs Birling waved me away and I walked back to the side of the dinning hall. It smelt like cigarette ash, which made me smirk. Birling always put his cigar out before eating with Gerald, wanting to make a better impression. He was so full of him self. I glanced over at Eric and let my lip curl further. His head was dropped low, like a obideint dog's. He let his mouth hang open and seeming unaware he was having dinner with his dinner. 

As I watched Eric, I didn't realise Gerald had risen from his seat and was walking to me. Knowing the Birlings couldn't see his face he smiled softly, making me blush slightly. "Come outside, please." His voice was stern but I knew there was kindness behind it. I followed him out of the large house to the Birlings' driveway. His car sat shinning in the faint light from the building. 

"I'm sorry about Mrs Birling," he said, eventually. His voice was now soft like his features.

"It's fine," I replied bluntly. I really didn't mind Mrs Birling. She was better than some of the people from my life.

I felt Gerald's gloved hand stroke the side of my face. "Why are you so polite to me, Edna?" Blushing, I turned my head away. I knew Gerald liked me and I wish I felt the same way. He had a handsome face and a strong body. He was smart and gently but still feared by all men. Women fell head over heals for him. I had to admit I admired him but that was as far as it went. My biggest secret was that I couldn't stand men. I never felt the same way as other women. I couldn't understand what it was that made men so appealing. The only thing I knew was that I felt that way about women. They were pretty and the way some of them acted was arrousing for me. Gerald knew this and still cared for me. I was grateful for everything he had done for me.

"It's because you saved me that snowy day, Gerald." 

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That snowy day. When I had first me Gerald. It had started like any other day. Gilbert had woken me early to go hunting. We'd taken the horses out and found plenty of game for the feast that night. When we got back to the village, there were planes flying around in the air. There was snow blanketing dead bodies. As we got off the horses, men in dark green uniforms ran towards us. Gilbert pushed me forward, out of their reach. 

"FATHER!!" I screamed as he was pierced by multipul bullets. My legs buckled and I fell to the floor. The snow was hot as I continued to settle around the village. It wasn't like Gilbert had described it. It burnt into my flesh instead of giving a refreshing cold. Tears rolled down to my hands, making a strange paste when mixed with the snow. I heard something thumb against the ground. Looking up, I saw two of the men fall to the ground with arrows in their chests. The final man held Gilbert's hunting knife and walked slowly towards me. He was saying something but I couldn't hear well. As he got closer, he repeated what he said, his voice thick with a German accent.

"It's fine, Katzchen. I won't hurt you." He was getting closer and closer. Why would he call me kitty? I thought as he got closer. My legs wouldn't move and I began to scream inside. GET UP!! I thought, repeating it in my head. 

"Nein!" said a high pitched voice as an arrow was pushed into the man's eye. He fell back screaming. A boy, that looked a few years older than me, walked in front of me and spat on the man's body. "I hope you rot in hell, you filthy bastard." He turned to look at me and I saw a kind face. He held out his hand, inviting me to take it. I batted it aside and forced myself to stand.