A/N: thanks to all you reviewers you guys all rule ** group hug ** keep
reviewing and I'll keep typing. By the way, D. Torres wrote the message on
the wall, and I have permission to use it! ^-^
~Meep
The party rushed into the next room and Cider hopped along after them, wondering what was going on. Her small whimpers were drowned out by the gasps that escaped the guests. Gordo pushed his way to the front of the crowd, muttering 'sorries' and 'excuse me's' for stepped on toes, and almost fell over in shock. Horror thundered down upon him like a ton of bricks dropped from a ten-story building and evidently everyone else felt the same way.
Lizzie lay on the floor, out cold and Miranda stood beside her staring at the far wall. The McGuire's kitchen was decorated with blue and white. The small curtains on the west side windows had blue borders over white cotton. The stools that were set around the normally neat table were white with blue tops that were always highly polished. A can of paint stood open on the table and red dripped down the sides onto the tablecloth like blood from an open wound.
Gordo collapsed next to Lizzie and gently lifted her into his arms. Her pulse raced at the speed of light and Gordo felt tears of anger rising behind his eyes. His perfect Lizzie had been scared out of her wits. The McGuire's tile floor was cold against his bear legs and air running over the pool water dripping from his legs, made him shiver slightly. Water dripped from Gordo's hair and onto Lizzie's face making her flinch while still knocked out.
Above Gordo, standing just inside the swinging oak doors stood the guests, still soaking wet and looking nervous. A few boys muttered to each other and pointed, again at the far wall. Gordo turned his head; unsure about weather he wanted to see what was there. His eyes hit the wall and he sucked in his breath.
Words, about 3' high, had been painted on the white. Red paint dripped down the wall and glistened in the light, giving off the aura of menace. 'Like blood'! Gordo thought and winced. The same paint from that container, Gordo thought looking at the table a few feet above him. It still dripped onto the table but this time a cap had been placed on it by a bystander. Miranda's hand was clenched into a fist.
"Your brother was a fighter, unfortunately for him not a good enough one. Play my way and don't end up like him!"
The blots contorted into lines, spelling a vicious message on the wall that had all the guests staring. Gordo stared from the wall to Lizzie then back to the wall again. Whoever wrote that was the murderer and wanted to hurt Lizzie.
She stirred and let out a small groan. Gordo's eyes widened and he leaned back. He had been huddled over the girl, not wanting anyone to touch her. Lizzie's eyes flicked open and she stared up at the boy. She suddenly realized how cold the floor was and sat up with Gordo's help. The red paint still dripped down the wall and Lizzie turned away.
Cider slid forward and placed her paws in the girl's lap. The small retriever pup cocked her head to one side and let out a small whimper. Lizzie reached a shaky hand forward and scratched the puppy behind the ears. Cider's tail flopped back and forth in a lame attempt at a wag. The girl looked around and noticed all the people standing by the oak door still.
A blush crept forward and tinged her cheeks with pink, and Kate gave her a smile. The blond, cheerleader knelt down and stared at Lizzie.
"Are you okay?" she said, in a soft voice.
Lizzie nodded and took the hand Ethan held out to her. She stood, shakily and took a tentative step towards Miranda who was now standing near the wall. She slipped in a puddle of water that Gordo's hair had dripped and caught the ledge of the table to break her fall. Miranda turned and helped a shaking Lizzie walk the last few steps towards the wall.
Lizzie reached out her right hand and placed it, palm flat, against the red paint. Tears tore at her eyes and she let them fall. Her head pounded and she slid down the wall and sat in a heap on the floor, rocking back and forth and staring at her hand. Every one rushed forwards and knelt near Lizzie. Ethan and Gary ran off the find bleach, old towels and buckets of soap and water. Lizzie just rocked, sobbing. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned to see Miranda. She had tears forming behind her eyes as well and was afraid to let them fall.
Ethan and Gary lugged in the water and towels and set to work washing away the paint and bleaching what was already dry. The two worked in silence, throwing glances at Lizzie every now and then. Gordo leaned down by the girl and lifted her into his arms. The guests slowly parted and he carried Lizzie out of the kitchen and back to the poolroom. He set her on her own feet next to a blue deck chair and she buried her face in his chest sobbing. Gordo lifted a hand and gently stroked her hair, trying to calm her down. With each cry, Gordo felt his heart break into a million pieces. His Lizzie was having her heart torn in two.
Parker sidled back into the poolroom. She looked at Lizzie with great disdain and tossed her chestnut hair over her shoulder. She wore a white bikini and her hands were clenched into fists. She took a few purposeful steps towards the couple and sneered.
"What's wrong with her?" she asked Gordo.
The boy turned around, and momentarily let go of Lizzie. Her tears had stopped and she was breathing heavily, her eyes were red and puffy and tearstains ran down her cheeks. Parker glowered at the girl who had had her face buried in Gordo's chest.
"There is nothing wrong with Lizzie!" Gordo retorted feeling anger blaze up inside of him like a torrent of fire. He wanted, no needed, to punch something. Did Parker have no feelings? Lizzie stared at Parker and her eyes turned cold and menacing.
"Look Gordo, could I talk to Lizzie?" Parker simpered, flipping her hair around and batting her dark eyelashes over brown eyes.
"Sure! I'll leave you two alone!" He said and glanced at Lizzie. She had slung a large towel over her shoulders and her hair was slowly drying into a curtain of gold. Lizzie stood with her hands on her hips glaring at Parker. She nodded at Gordo and he backed towards the kitchen door.
Parker paced around Lizzie in circles once the door closed behind Gordo. Her feet made wet sucking sounds as she walked around the glaring girl. Lizzie dropped the towel and cleared her throat.
"What do you want Parker?" she spat out icily, glaring at the tall brunette.
"That's MY boy that you're crying all over and you can't have him!" she whispered menacingly. Parker's fingers reached towards her hair, which she wrapped around her wrist. She let out a low chuckle. "Why do you look so scared?" Parker asked, her voice secretly mocking Lizzie.
"I'm not scared of you!" Lizzie said in a hushed voice. Parker raised an eyebrow,
"Oh really?" she mocked again making Lizzie stiffen in anger.
"Really, and Gordo is not your man, he's . . . ." Lizzie never got to finish her sentence; Parker's palm came up to meet her face with a resounding slap. Lizzie put a hand to her cheek as tears flooded her eyes. The white handprint stood out more than ever as the tender skin burned and turned red. Suddenly understanding dawned in her eyes.
"You, it's you! You killed him didn't you?" Lizzie whispered, amazed at her stupidity. She reached up her right hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Parker looked at the ground then straight into Lizzie's eyes.
"No I didn't but I know who did!" Parker grabbed Lizzie's left hand and pulled her close. "You and Gordo are in great danger!" Lizzie gasped.
Neither of them saw a tall, dark girl pull away from the door. Angry.
A/N: Not what you expected eh? Well keep a look out cause there will be more twists coming up! Now please review!!!!!!!!!
~Meep
The party rushed into the next room and Cider hopped along after them, wondering what was going on. Her small whimpers were drowned out by the gasps that escaped the guests. Gordo pushed his way to the front of the crowd, muttering 'sorries' and 'excuse me's' for stepped on toes, and almost fell over in shock. Horror thundered down upon him like a ton of bricks dropped from a ten-story building and evidently everyone else felt the same way.
Lizzie lay on the floor, out cold and Miranda stood beside her staring at the far wall. The McGuire's kitchen was decorated with blue and white. The small curtains on the west side windows had blue borders over white cotton. The stools that were set around the normally neat table were white with blue tops that were always highly polished. A can of paint stood open on the table and red dripped down the sides onto the tablecloth like blood from an open wound.
Gordo collapsed next to Lizzie and gently lifted her into his arms. Her pulse raced at the speed of light and Gordo felt tears of anger rising behind his eyes. His perfect Lizzie had been scared out of her wits. The McGuire's tile floor was cold against his bear legs and air running over the pool water dripping from his legs, made him shiver slightly. Water dripped from Gordo's hair and onto Lizzie's face making her flinch while still knocked out.
Above Gordo, standing just inside the swinging oak doors stood the guests, still soaking wet and looking nervous. A few boys muttered to each other and pointed, again at the far wall. Gordo turned his head; unsure about weather he wanted to see what was there. His eyes hit the wall and he sucked in his breath.
Words, about 3' high, had been painted on the white. Red paint dripped down the wall and glistened in the light, giving off the aura of menace. 'Like blood'! Gordo thought and winced. The same paint from that container, Gordo thought looking at the table a few feet above him. It still dripped onto the table but this time a cap had been placed on it by a bystander. Miranda's hand was clenched into a fist.
"Your brother was a fighter, unfortunately for him not a good enough one. Play my way and don't end up like him!"
The blots contorted into lines, spelling a vicious message on the wall that had all the guests staring. Gordo stared from the wall to Lizzie then back to the wall again. Whoever wrote that was the murderer and wanted to hurt Lizzie.
She stirred and let out a small groan. Gordo's eyes widened and he leaned back. He had been huddled over the girl, not wanting anyone to touch her. Lizzie's eyes flicked open and she stared up at the boy. She suddenly realized how cold the floor was and sat up with Gordo's help. The red paint still dripped down the wall and Lizzie turned away.
Cider slid forward and placed her paws in the girl's lap. The small retriever pup cocked her head to one side and let out a small whimper. Lizzie reached a shaky hand forward and scratched the puppy behind the ears. Cider's tail flopped back and forth in a lame attempt at a wag. The girl looked around and noticed all the people standing by the oak door still.
A blush crept forward and tinged her cheeks with pink, and Kate gave her a smile. The blond, cheerleader knelt down and stared at Lizzie.
"Are you okay?" she said, in a soft voice.
Lizzie nodded and took the hand Ethan held out to her. She stood, shakily and took a tentative step towards Miranda who was now standing near the wall. She slipped in a puddle of water that Gordo's hair had dripped and caught the ledge of the table to break her fall. Miranda turned and helped a shaking Lizzie walk the last few steps towards the wall.
Lizzie reached out her right hand and placed it, palm flat, against the red paint. Tears tore at her eyes and she let them fall. Her head pounded and she slid down the wall and sat in a heap on the floor, rocking back and forth and staring at her hand. Every one rushed forwards and knelt near Lizzie. Ethan and Gary ran off the find bleach, old towels and buckets of soap and water. Lizzie just rocked, sobbing. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned to see Miranda. She had tears forming behind her eyes as well and was afraid to let them fall.
Ethan and Gary lugged in the water and towels and set to work washing away the paint and bleaching what was already dry. The two worked in silence, throwing glances at Lizzie every now and then. Gordo leaned down by the girl and lifted her into his arms. The guests slowly parted and he carried Lizzie out of the kitchen and back to the poolroom. He set her on her own feet next to a blue deck chair and she buried her face in his chest sobbing. Gordo lifted a hand and gently stroked her hair, trying to calm her down. With each cry, Gordo felt his heart break into a million pieces. His Lizzie was having her heart torn in two.
Parker sidled back into the poolroom. She looked at Lizzie with great disdain and tossed her chestnut hair over her shoulder. She wore a white bikini and her hands were clenched into fists. She took a few purposeful steps towards the couple and sneered.
"What's wrong with her?" she asked Gordo.
The boy turned around, and momentarily let go of Lizzie. Her tears had stopped and she was breathing heavily, her eyes were red and puffy and tearstains ran down her cheeks. Parker glowered at the girl who had had her face buried in Gordo's chest.
"There is nothing wrong with Lizzie!" Gordo retorted feeling anger blaze up inside of him like a torrent of fire. He wanted, no needed, to punch something. Did Parker have no feelings? Lizzie stared at Parker and her eyes turned cold and menacing.
"Look Gordo, could I talk to Lizzie?" Parker simpered, flipping her hair around and batting her dark eyelashes over brown eyes.
"Sure! I'll leave you two alone!" He said and glanced at Lizzie. She had slung a large towel over her shoulders and her hair was slowly drying into a curtain of gold. Lizzie stood with her hands on her hips glaring at Parker. She nodded at Gordo and he backed towards the kitchen door.
Parker paced around Lizzie in circles once the door closed behind Gordo. Her feet made wet sucking sounds as she walked around the glaring girl. Lizzie dropped the towel and cleared her throat.
"What do you want Parker?" she spat out icily, glaring at the tall brunette.
"That's MY boy that you're crying all over and you can't have him!" she whispered menacingly. Parker's fingers reached towards her hair, which she wrapped around her wrist. She let out a low chuckle. "Why do you look so scared?" Parker asked, her voice secretly mocking Lizzie.
"I'm not scared of you!" Lizzie said in a hushed voice. Parker raised an eyebrow,
"Oh really?" she mocked again making Lizzie stiffen in anger.
"Really, and Gordo is not your man, he's . . . ." Lizzie never got to finish her sentence; Parker's palm came up to meet her face with a resounding slap. Lizzie put a hand to her cheek as tears flooded her eyes. The white handprint stood out more than ever as the tender skin burned and turned red. Suddenly understanding dawned in her eyes.
"You, it's you! You killed him didn't you?" Lizzie whispered, amazed at her stupidity. She reached up her right hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Parker looked at the ground then straight into Lizzie's eyes.
"No I didn't but I know who did!" Parker grabbed Lizzie's left hand and pulled her close. "You and Gordo are in great danger!" Lizzie gasped.
Neither of them saw a tall, dark girl pull away from the door. Angry.
A/N: Not what you expected eh? Well keep a look out cause there will be more twists coming up! Now please review!!!!!!!!!