HEY!!!

I have not updated this thing for such a long time...

anyway, this is a story I have been writing, this is only the introduction... (if you can be bothered to read it, I would really appreciate it )

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Andrew Part 1 - The Letter...

Dear Andrew

I have started this letter so many times, but tore it to shreds. This letter you are reading now must be one of the few things that has escaped from my mind. I have found it so hard to do this, but I have finally won back my self esteem and now pen has been put to paper. I have searched so hard for a way to forgive you, for what you did, to me, to Billy, and that girl…

The guilt I have felt, for hiding your terrible atrocity, has ripped me to shreds, like the failed letters addressed to you. You killed her, sweet Miranda. I often imagined her and Billy, stood on a church alter on a sweet mid-summer’s day, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes. But, dead eyes cannot look into Billy’s.

I still remember the words you screamed as the carried you off in a waiting patrol car….

“I didn’t mean too, they told me to do it!…”
“Amanda, please forgive me!”
“…I Love You…”

“I Love You…” You love me?

How could you have loved me, monsters like you could never love. You deceived to me, this ring on my finger is a silver band of lies. Billy is in a comatose state, he broke into the bathroom cabinet, and swallowed every pill he could reach…

If he dies…I swear I will join him swiftly, you have tainted me…

Miss Amanda Turner…

The day I said ’I Do’ to you, was the knife in the back, waiting to be twisted by you.

Goodbye Andrew, I hope to God that we never see you again, in life…or death…

Amanda

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April 24th 2007...

The Gift

7.00 AM (The Day Of The Arrest)

Morning had dawned several hours before Andrew finally opened his eyes. He arose from his slumber, and fumbled his fingers on the floor in search for the clothes he had removed from his body the night before. His gaze moved to the other side of the bed, the place where Amanda normally slept, but it had already been neatly made.

The lime coloured kettle clicked and screamed as it reached boiling point. The scent of the fresh coffee filled his senses, and he felt himself awaken almost completely. Sitting down at the old oak table that his wife had bought five years ago, he grabbed for the newspaper. He opened the paper, chuckling at the headlines as he did. A small white piece of paper fell elegantly, like a feather in the breeze, to the wooden floor. Opening the note slowly (a romantic note from Amanda no doubt), he smiled in anticipation. His eyes scanned the four words that had been hurriedly scrawled across the page.

Come To The Lake…

His 4x4 crushed the soft gravel under it’s wheels as he drove on the narrow road to the lake. Moore-Cross Lake had been a special place for him and Amanda, ever since they were both in their sweet 16s. He parked the car, and walked past the towering tree next to the park entrance. His hand traced the carving in the tough bark… Andrew Loves Amanda, enclosed in a heart.

The gate slammed with a horrific screech, it made Andrew shiver as the cold air filled his lungs. He started to traverse the huge park, which was next to the great lake. Sitting on an old swing, which was being rocked so slowly that Andrew had thought it was being pushed by the wind, he saw Amanda.
“Hey Honey” Andrew said lovingly, as he joined her on the spare swing. His hand moved towards hers, but her hand snapped away as if it had been touched by a flame.
“What’s wrong Amanda?” Andrew enquired as she left the swing and headed towards the lake’s jetty.
He grabbed her am gently, and spun her around. He gazed into her eyes, and saw that her face was awash with tears.
“Oh my God Amanda, what is wrong with you?” Andrew gently whispered.
He pulled her forwards, into a tight, warm embrace. Her silent sobbing exploded into a fit of pain filled cries.
“I…can’t do this anymore… I can’t keep giving you the gift of this secret any longer.” she wept.
Andrew was hit with a bolt of fear, as the realization of the source of her tears hit home.

Andrew turned away, shocked and stunned, he was helpless. A large male approached him, the three large letters sewn into his jacket filled Andrew with fear. F.B.I, in golden yellow lettering. He tried to run, but the well built man grabbed him and pulled him away. Amanda had collapsed on the dew covered blades of grass, and howled as if they were cutting into her. The words he shouted to her seemed to echo for hundreds of miles, reaching everywhere but her ears…

“I didn’t mean too, they told me to do it!…”
“Amanda, please forgive me!”
“…I Love You…”

That is part two...

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April 24th 2007...

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Hey, thanks for reading

Part 3 is being written at the moment

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April 24th 2007...