Gordo sat in wonder. He had a choice. Through all this he had a choice. He looked at his mother and slowly said, "I plead guilty."
His mother nodded her head and then a voice said, "Please. Don't."
Gordo lift his head to see Ms. McGuire in the door way looking as if it were her who was ran over. "Gordo, I know it's not your fault and you should not plead guilty. I am not charging you-Sam isn't either, it's the D.A. If you want, at your hearing, I will testify." She said. Gordo looked at his mother who released a little anxiety in her face. Gordo thought it was pitiful for mother.
" Ms. McGuire, can we talk ...privately?" He glared at his mother.
His mother left the room while he and McGuire were alone.
"Ms. McGuire, I loved your daughter. Like a sister and more. After the accident I was holding Miranda, we shared a kiss but when I passed out in the ambulance...I saw Lizzie. She said it'd all be ok. That when I saw you to ask you for her journal. She said for us to not worry. She said her journal is under the second to the top floor board. The key is in her photo album behind her family portrait." Gordo told Ms. McGuire to go look for it.
"Gordo, I know this sounds...strange but will you speak? At Lizzie's funeral?" She asked before going out the door.
"I don't know...I'll try." He said before bowing his head.
Ms. McGuire talked with Gordo's mother while he sat in the bed thinking of what he needed to do.
He slowly nodded into a light sleep when he heard some one bust into the room. It was Miranda's dad.
"You killed her," He ran to Gordo and put his hands around Gordo's neck to choke him.
Gordo gasped for life and air but found none. A familiar blackness came to his side as he spiraled on the line of life and death. A face came to him; it was Miranda this time.
"Be strong Gordo. You have to kick at the darkness til it bleeds day light." She whispered ever so softly.
Then he knew. He was saved only for Lizzie. He was saved only for Miranda. He had to keep moving, make something of himself and wait for his time.
Gordo found himself awake having CPR done by a heavy middle age male nurse. He reached out for air and moved around.
"We thought we lost you." His mother cried and hugged him.
"Mom...I'm sorry..." He cried out.
"It's ok...sleep now..." She rubbed his head and rocked him to sleep like he was a child.
His mother nodded her head and then a voice said, "Please. Don't."
Gordo lift his head to see Ms. McGuire in the door way looking as if it were her who was ran over. "Gordo, I know it's not your fault and you should not plead guilty. I am not charging you-Sam isn't either, it's the D.A. If you want, at your hearing, I will testify." She said. Gordo looked at his mother who released a little anxiety in her face. Gordo thought it was pitiful for mother.
" Ms. McGuire, can we talk ...privately?" He glared at his mother.
His mother left the room while he and McGuire were alone.
"Ms. McGuire, I loved your daughter. Like a sister and more. After the accident I was holding Miranda, we shared a kiss but when I passed out in the ambulance...I saw Lizzie. She said it'd all be ok. That when I saw you to ask you for her journal. She said for us to not worry. She said her journal is under the second to the top floor board. The key is in her photo album behind her family portrait." Gordo told Ms. McGuire to go look for it.
"Gordo, I know this sounds...strange but will you speak? At Lizzie's funeral?" She asked before going out the door.
"I don't know...I'll try." He said before bowing his head.
Ms. McGuire talked with Gordo's mother while he sat in the bed thinking of what he needed to do.
He slowly nodded into a light sleep when he heard some one bust into the room. It was Miranda's dad.
"You killed her," He ran to Gordo and put his hands around Gordo's neck to choke him.
Gordo gasped for life and air but found none. A familiar blackness came to his side as he spiraled on the line of life and death. A face came to him; it was Miranda this time.
"Be strong Gordo. You have to kick at the darkness til it bleeds day light." She whispered ever so softly.
Then he knew. He was saved only for Lizzie. He was saved only for Miranda. He had to keep moving, make something of himself and wait for his time.
Gordo found himself awake having CPR done by a heavy middle age male nurse. He reached out for air and moved around.
"We thought we lost you." His mother cried and hugged him.
"Mom...I'm sorry..." He cried out.
"It's ok...sleep now..." She rubbed his head and rocked him to sleep like he was a child.