I own nothing except Kara, Eric, Rick and others whom we'll see later on.
She sat in her plain little blue room, gripping the phone to her pale ear as she cried silently. His father was drunk again, she could hear his slurred words dripping the vile drink as he shouted in between slaps. That was how she knew it was Friday.
Every Friday Eric's father would come home from work, drunk far past the blood alcohol level. Eric's mother had died long ago, rest her broken soul, Kara thought sadly, from one too many hits from her husband's beer bottle. Kara and Eric had been going steady for a few months before her tragic death and the only reason CPS left him there was because he had told them he couldn't leave Kara.
That was almost three years ago.
Suddenly the screaming stopped and the silence held reign over the air as she held her breath, counting slowly in her head. This was the routine, if he didn't make it back to the phone by sixty she called the paramedics.
30...29...28...
She held her breath as her hand reached up to grip the red heart necklace he had bought for her. She didn't call the memory to surface as she counted. She couldn't afford to miscount.
20...19...18...
Please God let him be ok. Please God let him be ok, she whispered over and over in her mind as she counted down the last numbers.
5...4...3...
Please God, please.
2...1...
She hung up the phone and called the paramedics.
The long black dress Kara wore was one of Eric's favorite on her. Her petite figure and soft curves made the dress elegant on her. Her creamy complexion and curly black hair would have made her look an angel if not for the sorrow written across her soft features and etched deep into her tranquil blue eyes. She wore no veil or hat to hide her tears as they dripped from her eyes and onto the ground where she stood just a few inches from the open grave where his body lay. A closed casket service, the worst because the people know he was mutilated beyond any reconstruction.
Her voice was soft as she held up one single red rose intertwined with one white rose, a symbol of blood and a symbol of love. "I will have his blood shed for what he has done to you. Mark my words Eric, he will pay." She softly set the roses down onto the casket, well as soft as she could.
She stood tall as she walked away from the gravesite, the sorrow gone from her eyes replaced by revenge. They may have had Rick thrown in jail for another murder but she was going to get to him. She already knew how she would get him. The town was, after all, haunted by his memory and he had missed his chance to kill Rick, one of the few that gotten away by leaving town.
I know its rushed a little but it'll change trust me. Reviews?
She sat in her plain little blue room, gripping the phone to her pale ear as she cried silently. His father was drunk again, she could hear his slurred words dripping the vile drink as he shouted in between slaps. That was how she knew it was Friday.
Every Friday Eric's father would come home from work, drunk far past the blood alcohol level. Eric's mother had died long ago, rest her broken soul, Kara thought sadly, from one too many hits from her husband's beer bottle. Kara and Eric had been going steady for a few months before her tragic death and the only reason CPS left him there was because he had told them he couldn't leave Kara.
That was almost three years ago.
Suddenly the screaming stopped and the silence held reign over the air as she held her breath, counting slowly in her head. This was the routine, if he didn't make it back to the phone by sixty she called the paramedics.
30...29...28...
She held her breath as her hand reached up to grip the red heart necklace he had bought for her. She didn't call the memory to surface as she counted. She couldn't afford to miscount.
20...19...18...
Please God let him be ok. Please God let him be ok, she whispered over and over in her mind as she counted down the last numbers.
5...4...3...
Please God, please.
2...1...
She hung up the phone and called the paramedics.
The long black dress Kara wore was one of Eric's favorite on her. Her petite figure and soft curves made the dress elegant on her. Her creamy complexion and curly black hair would have made her look an angel if not for the sorrow written across her soft features and etched deep into her tranquil blue eyes. She wore no veil or hat to hide her tears as they dripped from her eyes and onto the ground where she stood just a few inches from the open grave where his body lay. A closed casket service, the worst because the people know he was mutilated beyond any reconstruction.
Her voice was soft as she held up one single red rose intertwined with one white rose, a symbol of blood and a symbol of love. "I will have his blood shed for what he has done to you. Mark my words Eric, he will pay." She softly set the roses down onto the casket, well as soft as she could.
She stood tall as she walked away from the gravesite, the sorrow gone from her eyes replaced by revenge. They may have had Rick thrown in jail for another murder but she was going to get to him. She already knew how she would get him. The town was, after all, haunted by his memory and he had missed his chance to kill Rick, one of the few that gotten away by leaving town.
I know its rushed a little but it'll change trust me. Reviews?
