A/N: I had inspiration enough to write chapter two. Enjoy!
"Hello?" Gordo answered the phone. Miranda's worried voice replied rapidly, "Have you heard from Lizzie?" Gordo shook his head and said, "No.why?" "I haven't either, and I'm worried," came Miranda's voice. The rationalizing Gordo spoke, "she was probably just tired, and went straight to bed." "On a Friday night?! After being with us? Who are you kidding?" Now Gordo was starting to get worried, Miranda had a point. After a few moments of thick, worried silence, Miranda spoke suddenly, "Someone's on the other line.hold up." Gordo nodded and silently thought, 'Please Lizzie.let it be you. . .' In a matter of seconds, Miranda was back on the line, and said, nearly shrieking with fear, "That was her mom! She hasn't been home!"
Gordo's eyes grew wide with fear. Miranda waited for him to say something so when he didn't she volunteered."So let's go find her! Meet me at the crossroads!" Miranda hung up, and Gordo rushed out the door. "Please Lizzie.be okay," he said aloud, ignoring his parents questions. He had to find Lizzie. Before he knew it, he was running towards the crossroads.
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At this point, Lizzie was still whimpering, she had no will to move. But what if the man in black returned? That scared Lizzie, but still, she had been rendered immobile. There was a slight breeze moving through the bushes now, and it moved across her body, which was bare in places where her clothes had been ripped. Moaning, she curled herself up into the fetal position slowly, trying to protect herself from the cold wind. She held onto her knees and rocked herself on the ground, whimpering through it all, closing her eyes, trying to forget. Oh how she wished she could just forget. Would anyone save her?
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Miranda and Gordo arrived at the crossroads at about the same time, and proceeded to run together in the direction of the park. Miranda took off to the right and Gordo to the left. Miranda was panicking, so Gordo had told her which direction to go look, taking for himself the direction she would most likely be in. After all, if something bad had happened to Lizzie, then Miranda would certainly not be good company for her and would only make the situation worse.
The sky was now dark, thick clouds covering the stars and the moon, smothering whatever light they possessed. Gordo walked down the familiar trail that he knew Lizzie always took. He walked quickly; though he was listening and looking all around him, trying his best to find her. He stopped near a bench when he thought he heard something. . . whimpering. Gordo froze, suddenly scared. What if that was Lizzie and something bad had happened to her? Could he stand to see her like that? Could he help her?
Slowly, he crept towards the side of the path where the whimpering was coming from, uncertain of what he was about to see.
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Miranda wasn't finding anything, and she was getting even more worried and even more frantic by the second. Was Gordo finding anything? Miranda wrung her hands as she stood, debating what to do. She wouldn't be down this way; this was the opposite direction of her house. But what if she had been dragged off and beaten by some mobster? Then she'd be over here, too afraid to move. Miranda began to search with renewed vigor.
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Lizzie's eyes shot open and her whimpering ceased as she heard footsteps coming towards her. 'He's back. . .' she thought. And she couldn't do anything about it. She didn't have the guts to stand up to any rapist. . .she hadn't the first time. Besides, if she did, she'd be killed. As the footsteps grew nearer and a silhouette began to creep over her, Lizzie clenched her eyes shut, her whimpering becoming louder.
A hand reached down towards her arm, and a voice spoke softly. . ."Lizzie? What happened?"
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Gordo looked on his friend with utter shock. Her clothes were torn and ripped and she was lying there in the fetal position, whimpering, with her eyes shut tightly. She was shaking violently as well. Gordo knelt beside her and spoke, "Liz, it's me. . .Gordo. . .everything's fine; everything's going to be okay." Gordo's heart ached as he looked down on her. What was he supposed to do?
She continued to lay there, rocking back and forth. He could tell she was scared. "Save me. . .save me," she whispered in an almost inaudible voice. Gordo nodded and lifted her slowly so that she was leaning into his chest. He enfolded her in his arms, laying his head on top of hers as he began to rock her back and forth. Gordo became frightened as she began to sob uncontrollably, but he still continued to rock her back and forth. He wouldn't leave her now. He just hoped that Miranda would find them soon. . .or her parents, they had to be looking for her by now.
A/N: Will Miranda come looking for them? Or will she be stuck looking on the other side of the park? Will her parents find her? Or will Gordo take full responsibility of getting her home?
"Hello?" Gordo answered the phone. Miranda's worried voice replied rapidly, "Have you heard from Lizzie?" Gordo shook his head and said, "No.why?" "I haven't either, and I'm worried," came Miranda's voice. The rationalizing Gordo spoke, "she was probably just tired, and went straight to bed." "On a Friday night?! After being with us? Who are you kidding?" Now Gordo was starting to get worried, Miranda had a point. After a few moments of thick, worried silence, Miranda spoke suddenly, "Someone's on the other line.hold up." Gordo nodded and silently thought, 'Please Lizzie.let it be you. . .' In a matter of seconds, Miranda was back on the line, and said, nearly shrieking with fear, "That was her mom! She hasn't been home!"
Gordo's eyes grew wide with fear. Miranda waited for him to say something so when he didn't she volunteered."So let's go find her! Meet me at the crossroads!" Miranda hung up, and Gordo rushed out the door. "Please Lizzie.be okay," he said aloud, ignoring his parents questions. He had to find Lizzie. Before he knew it, he was running towards the crossroads.
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At this point, Lizzie was still whimpering, she had no will to move. But what if the man in black returned? That scared Lizzie, but still, she had been rendered immobile. There was a slight breeze moving through the bushes now, and it moved across her body, which was bare in places where her clothes had been ripped. Moaning, she curled herself up into the fetal position slowly, trying to protect herself from the cold wind. She held onto her knees and rocked herself on the ground, whimpering through it all, closing her eyes, trying to forget. Oh how she wished she could just forget. Would anyone save her?
---
Miranda and Gordo arrived at the crossroads at about the same time, and proceeded to run together in the direction of the park. Miranda took off to the right and Gordo to the left. Miranda was panicking, so Gordo had told her which direction to go look, taking for himself the direction she would most likely be in. After all, if something bad had happened to Lizzie, then Miranda would certainly not be good company for her and would only make the situation worse.
The sky was now dark, thick clouds covering the stars and the moon, smothering whatever light they possessed. Gordo walked down the familiar trail that he knew Lizzie always took. He walked quickly; though he was listening and looking all around him, trying his best to find her. He stopped near a bench when he thought he heard something. . . whimpering. Gordo froze, suddenly scared. What if that was Lizzie and something bad had happened to her? Could he stand to see her like that? Could he help her?
Slowly, he crept towards the side of the path where the whimpering was coming from, uncertain of what he was about to see.
---
Miranda wasn't finding anything, and she was getting even more worried and even more frantic by the second. Was Gordo finding anything? Miranda wrung her hands as she stood, debating what to do. She wouldn't be down this way; this was the opposite direction of her house. But what if she had been dragged off and beaten by some mobster? Then she'd be over here, too afraid to move. Miranda began to search with renewed vigor.
---
Lizzie's eyes shot open and her whimpering ceased as she heard footsteps coming towards her. 'He's back. . .' she thought. And she couldn't do anything about it. She didn't have the guts to stand up to any rapist. . .she hadn't the first time. Besides, if she did, she'd be killed. As the footsteps grew nearer and a silhouette began to creep over her, Lizzie clenched her eyes shut, her whimpering becoming louder.
A hand reached down towards her arm, and a voice spoke softly. . ."Lizzie? What happened?"
---
Gordo looked on his friend with utter shock. Her clothes were torn and ripped and she was lying there in the fetal position, whimpering, with her eyes shut tightly. She was shaking violently as well. Gordo knelt beside her and spoke, "Liz, it's me. . .Gordo. . .everything's fine; everything's going to be okay." Gordo's heart ached as he looked down on her. What was he supposed to do?
She continued to lay there, rocking back and forth. He could tell she was scared. "Save me. . .save me," she whispered in an almost inaudible voice. Gordo nodded and lifted her slowly so that she was leaning into his chest. He enfolded her in his arms, laying his head on top of hers as he began to rock her back and forth. Gordo became frightened as she began to sob uncontrollably, but he still continued to rock her back and forth. He wouldn't leave her now. He just hoped that Miranda would find them soon. . .or her parents, they had to be looking for her by now.
A/N: Will Miranda come looking for them? Or will she be stuck looking on the other side of the park? Will her parents find her? Or will Gordo take full responsibility of getting her home?