Firstly I fear I must apologise to my readers whom I have neglected, my
computer became infected with a very horrible virus and it took me very
nearly beating the computer to bits to get rid of it. But fear not, I will
be on the writing scene quite a bit now as I had a car accident last week
and have time off work. Sorry again guys and thank you for all the
wonderful reviews. On we go.
Rain splashed hard against the window panes of the darkened room, the curtains despite their weight flapped around like crows wings in the wind picking up a discarded shirt and throwing it around the room like a restless spirit. The wind was still warm and the rain gave no relief to the parched land, the sky was covered in low, dark and thick cloud that stretched as far as the eye could see and it looked like it had no intention of giving up it's remorseless rage.
A flash of white lightening lit up the room as Lara exited it. The rain pounded against the stained glass windows that ran down the side of the halls each drop creating a rhythm that ran down Lara's spine to the very depths of her soul. At the top of the stairs she stood, still as a marble statue not knowing what to do next. A harsh rumble of thunder made her jump and a flash of lightening came from the windows on the kitchen side of the house where she heard a pan clatter to the ground. Her heart began to beat faster and her breathing became shallow and quickened. Fear was taking her over.
Taking strong and meaningful steps down the staircase she knew she had to find out what had made the noise. At the bottom she reached out and took hold of one of the ornate candle sticks that sat on the small table next to the huge grandfather clock, her heartbeat matching the ticking of the clock as if to disguise how loud it was beating. What if it was him? What if he had come back?
Moving with her back to the wall and her grip iron tight on the candle stick she edged closer to the kitchen, her curiosity and fear taking over all rational thought.
A curse word floated from the kitchen through the hall where she stood, it wasn't loud but loud enough to hear. Did she even recognise the voice? A piece of the candle stick was cutting into her hand drawing blood yet she didn't notice.
Another flash of lightening caused her to run into the kitchen and face whoever was there.
The candle stick dropped and two screams were heard.
Hillary stood and looked over at where a scared to death Lara was standing. Her long brown hair hung limp around her pale face, her arms covered in cuts and bruises showed off by her sleeveless top, her shoulders slumped as though her body could no longer support the weight of her secret. The most disturbing was her eyes, not her normal sparkling hazel colour surrounded by thick black lashes finished with a splash of colour from the eye shadows she wore. Her eyes looked like those of a woman possessed, dark and sunken in from the swelling and bruising. She looked like death and seeing her like this had scared Hillary down to his very soul because for once he realised that this girl in front of him had a problem he couldn't fix. And this problem was obviously very serious.
Rain splashed hard against the window panes of the darkened room, the curtains despite their weight flapped around like crows wings in the wind picking up a discarded shirt and throwing it around the room like a restless spirit. The wind was still warm and the rain gave no relief to the parched land, the sky was covered in low, dark and thick cloud that stretched as far as the eye could see and it looked like it had no intention of giving up it's remorseless rage.
A flash of white lightening lit up the room as Lara exited it. The rain pounded against the stained glass windows that ran down the side of the halls each drop creating a rhythm that ran down Lara's spine to the very depths of her soul. At the top of the stairs she stood, still as a marble statue not knowing what to do next. A harsh rumble of thunder made her jump and a flash of lightening came from the windows on the kitchen side of the house where she heard a pan clatter to the ground. Her heart began to beat faster and her breathing became shallow and quickened. Fear was taking her over.
Taking strong and meaningful steps down the staircase she knew she had to find out what had made the noise. At the bottom she reached out and took hold of one of the ornate candle sticks that sat on the small table next to the huge grandfather clock, her heartbeat matching the ticking of the clock as if to disguise how loud it was beating. What if it was him? What if he had come back?
Moving with her back to the wall and her grip iron tight on the candle stick she edged closer to the kitchen, her curiosity and fear taking over all rational thought.
A curse word floated from the kitchen through the hall where she stood, it wasn't loud but loud enough to hear. Did she even recognise the voice? A piece of the candle stick was cutting into her hand drawing blood yet she didn't notice.
Another flash of lightening caused her to run into the kitchen and face whoever was there.
The candle stick dropped and two screams were heard.
Hillary stood and looked over at where a scared to death Lara was standing. Her long brown hair hung limp around her pale face, her arms covered in cuts and bruises showed off by her sleeveless top, her shoulders slumped as though her body could no longer support the weight of her secret. The most disturbing was her eyes, not her normal sparkling hazel colour surrounded by thick black lashes finished with a splash of colour from the eye shadows she wore. Her eyes looked like those of a woman possessed, dark and sunken in from the swelling and bruising. She looked like death and seeing her like this had scared Hillary down to his very soul because for once he realised that this girl in front of him had a problem he couldn't fix. And this problem was obviously very serious.