The Start of Something Great.

Part 9.

End of a Life.

(Flash back)

Author: sara-4-cath

Paring: Catherine and Sara.

Rating: 2 gold stars out of the color purple.

Disclaimer: don't have 'em but would gladly take 'em.

This is for my baby girl Amilea, the truth be told!

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Sara's POV

: June 23rd 1984:

Never in my have I been happier than I am right now. Icey and I ran up the stairs to her room, Her sister was coming down.

"Hey Sara."

"Hi. How are you?"

"I'm good, your self?" Icey pulled my arm.

"Come on" Icey pulled me into her room.

"I'm good." I managed to say before the door was slammed shut and I was pinned up against it.

My arms were pinned above my head, Icey kissed my neck, I closed my eyes.

Icey let go of my hands and I moved them down, wrapping them around her.

Icey pulled me off the wall and walked me over to her bed.

She laid me down her sweet touch left me weak, she slowly kissed my neck and then down along my collarbone,

Her hands slid down my body, I could feel my heart beat get faster.

Her warm hands on my skin, the smell of her hair, strawberries, filled the air.

:4:00PM:

Icey walked over to her stereo and put our song on, 'girls just wanna have fun' by Cindy lauper; she walked up behind me and placed her hands on my hips.

We danced to the music.

"Can you believe that we have been going out for six months?"

"I know and this is just the beginning of many more to come." I said as Icey wrapped her arms around me.

The six months was just the official number, in fact we had been together for two and a bit years, and I have never been happier.

:5:00PM:

Icey and I were standing on her balcony; she turned around and kissed me.

I put my hands on her hips, and pulled her closer to me, we were in our own little world, but that was taken away from as her father stormed into her room.

He screamed.

He shouted.

He went psycho.

He told me I was I was a little slut.

He yelled for me to get out of his house.

I run down the stairs.

I run fast.

I looked up and saw her.

I said that I loved her

She said that she will always love me.

She said that she would be fine.

She turned around.

I opened the door and heard them yelling I closed my eyes, I turned around and when I open my eyes I saw her falling, her screams sent a shiver up my spine.

There was nothing I could do, I had I watch as her lifeless body lay on the ground crimson blood pool around her, as her father stood at the top, glaring at me.

"You killed her, you killed my daughter." He screamed to me.

I looked up at him, and ran out.

I didn't know where to go, or whom to tell, my mom didn't even know about her nor did my friends,

I just had to live with the fact that my girlfriend was killed by her own fucking father.

I went home and did the one thing that Icey told me not to do, cut at my wrists.

I cut so deep that the blood was gushing out, the pain hurt so bad but it was worth it,

I had lost my best friend the only one in the world that I trusted the only one that I loved now that was taken from me in a matter of seconds.

I had to go to school the next day as if nothing had happen, I just wanted to cry, I wanted to go and get revenge but my friends had no idea I was even Bisexual, no idea about my secret life.

:Present:

To this day I have never loved anyone as much as I loved Icey and I guess I never will, I keep thinking what if…

What if I didn't run away, that I stayed to help her?

What if we were still together?

What if I had got my wish for true love?

I guess she would still be alive,

I guess I wouldn't have Catherine and Lindsey,

And I guess I would be happy, or maybe I am happy with Catherine.

Catherine keeps saying that she has never love anyone as much as me, and I just wish that I could say the same back to her, but I can't maybe one day I will say it but for now Icey is still the closest one to my heart.

To this day only a few people know what really happened, and that's the way I'd like to keep it, although Icey would've wanted me to speak up I just can't do it, I just say it, because then every one would know my secret, my secret that I kept for all these years.