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story, and my own fictional characters.
THANX 2: All who reviewed, it really does help!
CHAPTER 3 OF CRUSHED BY LOVE: Promises don't ever stay promises for long
*Clock is ticking*
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Miranda threw the clock at the floor. She'd had enough, her husband was a thug, and all she or anyone else could do is just sit tight.
Sit Tight? If only she could fight back.
Miranda walked into the back room. She sobbed while she caressed the bead work on her wedding dress. Beautiful silver bead work. She wanted to be taken back. Taken back to another place, another time.
Flashback
"When I attach this bead, you Miranda Isabelle Sanchez will have the most stunning dress that John Ramiro has ever seen!"
"Oh my god. Oh my God! Look at me Lizzie! Look at me!"
Lizzie sped into the room
"Miranda! Oh my, you look gorgeous! If only I was in you shoes right now!"
Miranda reached down and caressed the beads. She was the happiest women alive.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
If only happiness lasted forever.
Matt sped down Main road like there was no tomorrow. He had to keep Lizzie under control and save Miranda. But, Matt like practically most people was no hero. He familiarized Lizzie's house, and sped into the driveway. Lizzie was already there with her coat.
"Jump in sister!"
"Matt, we can't just go bursting in there!"
"Never know until you try!"
"Matt she's not five years old. She's a grown 30 year old woman getting abused!"
They pulled into the street, but parked a few houses down. They had a chance to save, 1 chance, was this chance going to be worth while? They walked up the beautiful garden path. Miranda had the most beautiful house. Lizzie owned a small terrace, and Matt, well Matt lived in a share house.
Lizzie crept round the back while Matt stayed at the front. They could both sense faint screams.
INSIDE THE HOUSE
Miranda was limp, lying on the couch bloodstained; holding her now red wedding dress close to her. He pulled her up, and cut her skin again. He'd then finally cut TRAITOR in Spanish across her chest. Miranda screamed & Screamed, but he cut some of her hair off to shut her up.
Miranda whimpered, cried & shook. But no-one was there. Only John and he was probably going to kill her now. John was angry. Very angry. He went to the mantle piece and smashed everything on it to the ground.
Matt & Lizzie were still outside. They could hear the screams, but there was no way in. The house was like fort Knox. There were bars on all the windows, and the locks were definitely Burglar proof. They were also Matt & Lizzie proof.
Then Matt, found a creative diversion to get in. The back window was open. There he saw an abused Miranda on the couch. Was she dead? He sped around to Lizzie and asked her to throw a brick through the window.
"Matt! How is that going to work?"
"Well, you throw the brick through the window, I get through the back window, I save Miranda, and you call the police."
"Well, ok. But we don't have much time. That man is such a thug!"
Matt emerged with a brick.
"Matt where did you get that?"
"I have my connections!"
"Shut up! Let's get going!"
Lizzie crept up to the front window. This was it. Now or Never. Miranda's life practically depended on this brick. Lizzie swung back her arm, she poised & threw. However, a large shard of glass got her in the forehead, and she was bleeding quite heavily.
John ran outside. Lizzie was whimpering in the bushes. She was in pain. But she carefully & silently watched John creep around the garden, it was quite dark, but the porch lights made the outline of everything visible.
INSIDE THE HOUSE
Matt squeezed through the window. There he saw a beautiful figure in pain. She needed help and he was here.
"Miranda!" he gently whispered
The figure turned her head.
"Oh my god Miranda! What has he done to you?"
Matt ran over to Miranda and gently picked her up. He was here now to save Miranda. Matt the hero. He was acknowledging the status when something drew him back. A voice.
"The wedding dress." Miranda wanted Matt to go back for it. He did, and as he was practically out of the window, Miranda ran, but Matt was staring down a gun barrel.
Sorry to leave it there, but you've always go to have a cliffhanger. Please R&R, and I will try get the next chapter up very soon!
THANX 2: All who reviewed, it really does help!
CHAPTER 3 OF CRUSHED BY LOVE: Promises don't ever stay promises for long
*Clock is ticking*
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Miranda threw the clock at the floor. She'd had enough, her husband was a thug, and all she or anyone else could do is just sit tight.
Sit Tight? If only she could fight back.
Miranda walked into the back room. She sobbed while she caressed the bead work on her wedding dress. Beautiful silver bead work. She wanted to be taken back. Taken back to another place, another time.
Flashback
"When I attach this bead, you Miranda Isabelle Sanchez will have the most stunning dress that John Ramiro has ever seen!"
"Oh my god. Oh my God! Look at me Lizzie! Look at me!"
Lizzie sped into the room
"Miranda! Oh my, you look gorgeous! If only I was in you shoes right now!"
Miranda reached down and caressed the beads. She was the happiest women alive.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
If only happiness lasted forever.
Matt sped down Main road like there was no tomorrow. He had to keep Lizzie under control and save Miranda. But, Matt like practically most people was no hero. He familiarized Lizzie's house, and sped into the driveway. Lizzie was already there with her coat.
"Jump in sister!"
"Matt, we can't just go bursting in there!"
"Never know until you try!"
"Matt she's not five years old. She's a grown 30 year old woman getting abused!"
They pulled into the street, but parked a few houses down. They had a chance to save, 1 chance, was this chance going to be worth while? They walked up the beautiful garden path. Miranda had the most beautiful house. Lizzie owned a small terrace, and Matt, well Matt lived in a share house.
Lizzie crept round the back while Matt stayed at the front. They could both sense faint screams.
INSIDE THE HOUSE
Miranda was limp, lying on the couch bloodstained; holding her now red wedding dress close to her. He pulled her up, and cut her skin again. He'd then finally cut TRAITOR in Spanish across her chest. Miranda screamed & Screamed, but he cut some of her hair off to shut her up.
Miranda whimpered, cried & shook. But no-one was there. Only John and he was probably going to kill her now. John was angry. Very angry. He went to the mantle piece and smashed everything on it to the ground.
Matt & Lizzie were still outside. They could hear the screams, but there was no way in. The house was like fort Knox. There were bars on all the windows, and the locks were definitely Burglar proof. They were also Matt & Lizzie proof.
Then Matt, found a creative diversion to get in. The back window was open. There he saw an abused Miranda on the couch. Was she dead? He sped around to Lizzie and asked her to throw a brick through the window.
"Matt! How is that going to work?"
"Well, you throw the brick through the window, I get through the back window, I save Miranda, and you call the police."
"Well, ok. But we don't have much time. That man is such a thug!"
Matt emerged with a brick.
"Matt where did you get that?"
"I have my connections!"
"Shut up! Let's get going!"
Lizzie crept up to the front window. This was it. Now or Never. Miranda's life practically depended on this brick. Lizzie swung back her arm, she poised & threw. However, a large shard of glass got her in the forehead, and she was bleeding quite heavily.
John ran outside. Lizzie was whimpering in the bushes. She was in pain. But she carefully & silently watched John creep around the garden, it was quite dark, but the porch lights made the outline of everything visible.
INSIDE THE HOUSE
Matt squeezed through the window. There he saw a beautiful figure in pain. She needed help and he was here.
"Miranda!" he gently whispered
The figure turned her head.
"Oh my god Miranda! What has he done to you?"
Matt ran over to Miranda and gently picked her up. He was here now to save Miranda. Matt the hero. He was acknowledging the status when something drew him back. A voice.
"The wedding dress." Miranda wanted Matt to go back for it. He did, and as he was practically out of the window, Miranda ran, but Matt was staring down a gun barrel.
Sorry to leave it there, but you've always go to have a cliffhanger. Please R&R, and I will try get the next chapter up very soon!