Hey! Where are all my normal reviewers?? Thanks to those hwo did review! Much appreciated! Thanks especially to iluvgordo2much who helped me decide which way this story should go! Well enjoy, keep R&Ring! Sorry this chapter is another conversation but more storyline stuf''l come in the next chapter! Thanx

Bekks xxx

Miranda and Gordo walked back to his house hand in hand. Everything looked different to him, before where areas looked dark and gloomy; they were now covered with a bright winter glow. Christmas was approaching and the neighbour's lawns were covered with tacky decorations.

"Okay, which are the most disgusting decorations?" Gordo laughed. Miranda paused to look around and then pointed towards a particularly bright house.

"That one!" she said. "Look at it, I mean those lights clash so bad with the giant Christmas tree and don't get me started on the tree!" Gordo turned to look at the house and stopped dead in his tracks as he realised whose house it was. His face turned bright red and he was sure if any snow was there it would have melted by now. He span away from his own coloured flashing house and looked at Miranda who was holding herself from falling over with laughter. Gordo stopped confused, "I know it's your house. It was a joke!" she gasped for breath. Eventually finding the funny side, Gordo hit Miranda playfully and hurried her inside, away from the cold still unable to stop laughing.

"Hey Gordo, how did it go with Miranda?" called Lizzie from the front room. Gordo placed a finger of Miranda's lips to silence her; he smiled then yelled back dully,

"Oh it was okay, could have been worse." Miranda stifled a giggle and her eyes streamed.

"Ah well you don't need her you've got me! I always said she was a selfish –"

"Hey!" Miranda's laughter disappeared and she stormed into the room. Lizzie was lying across the sofa, surrounded by chocolates and flowers. Her mouth formed an o as Miranda walked up to her. Miranda looked fit to burst but she bottled it up and put on a forced smile. "Hey Lizzie, how are you?" Slightly puzzled Lizzie smiled back.

"I've been better." An uneasy silence filled the air, not broken until Gordo clapped his hands together.

"So does anyone want anything?" Miranda and Lizzie ordered drinks and he rushed off to the kitchen to make them. Miranda sat down on the sofa next to Lizzie who moved her legs out of the way.

"Seriously Lizzie how are you? It must be terrible for you! Have you reported Larry?" Lizzie frowned, Miranda obviously wasn't meant to know that much, "I'm sorry Gordo told me, but we are the three amigos we're meant to tell each other everything and be there no-matter-what-happens." She quoted Gordo. Lizzie sighed,

"I know Miranda. I just didn't want to tell anyone, because you know saying that would mean that I'd have to face the fact that it was really happening and I really was you know… That's the same with reporting Larry," she shuddered violently as she said his name, "If I admit that it was him and tell someone, I'll have to relive the whole thing all over again. I do that every night in my dreams as it is, I don't want to during the day as well. The only people I felt comfortable talking to were you and Gordo, I know we've always dreamt of being popular with loads of friends but the truth is when you're at the top of the food chain, no ones there to have your back, it's all fake, if you make one mistake that's it, you're out and the next person's in. But I thought that there was no way you would ever speak to me so I turned to Gordo, who's been wonderful to me. He took me in and made me feel better, but every time I wake up there's still this ugly feeling inside me, one which I will not be able to get rid of for seven months, and even then it will hang over me for the rest of my life."

Miranda squeezed Lizzie's hand in comfort and suddenly felt like they were still best friends and had never split up. "Lizzie I can't begin to think what you're going through but just stop to think a minute about what you're doing letting Larry get away with it. You're lucky you haven't caught anything, but that still doesn't give anyone a reason to celebrate. You're going to have a baby Lizzie, an unwanted baby how can you let the person who did this to you roam the streets ready for his next '7 minutes in heaven'? Someone has to be told."

"I can't.  It's all been so surreal, it's like I'm not me, I'm not in my own body, I'm just watching someone else suffer my pain and anxiety to get out, away from it all, leave it all behind, you know, get rid of it."

It took Miranda a while before she understood what Lizzie meant. The sudden gasp she let out made Lizzie jump. "You mean you want an abortion?"

Slowly Lizzie nodded and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

There you are another chapter hope you like R&R thanx

Bekks xxx