ACCOMPLIS

Kacee Kotsano

Note:

“Always remember it is the past that makes us,
The future, which will break us,
And the present time which will determine us.
However, as one door swings open, another shall shut,
Closing behind of what was left to come undone,
Revealing after all that he truly was,
Only the accomplis. Not apart of that man,
But by any other name he‘d still Never be accepted,
Only judged by what was in front,
Not what was truly divine?”

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What is in a name? That which we call a rose .
By any other name would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,…’

Quote Juliet- Romeo and Juliet: William Shakespeare

Prologue

He sat there by the fogged up window sitting on the old box seat, he was staring out at the rain that was falling on the ground, the rain had been pouring down ever since dawn that morning and to be honest it was annoying the shit out of him. It beat down at the ground so hard that all the roses in the front garden had, their leaves torn apart so now they looked like dark red smudges against the earthy ground that was beneath them.
Lee the young man sitting by the window was talking on the phone he sat their with a beer in his hand and the football glaring in the background, he was talking to Sienna they had been getting closer over the past few months, they hadn’t told anyone yet and nor did they plan to. They wanted to keep it a secret from the others… everyone would make a big deal out of it because ever since they were little everybody had been going on about how they should be together. As odd as it seems these two where not the type of couple that you would imagine together they where so different yet so alike.
They had been seeing each other for the past couple of months and you could tell that their was a little romance starting to happen which was very unusual because Lee’s idea of romance was sitting on the couch with a stubby in his hand watching the footy in his underwear while his girlfriend made his dinner.
Lee was the typical Aussie bloke and no matter what he did you still loved him, you even got use to his annoying and pitiful jokes that seemed to repeat themselves over and over.
But this was what made you love him so much, and it probably did help that he was gorgeous.
Sienna, she was absolutely gorgeous she had shoulder length curly brown hair and had a very urban style to her; she was a rock punk chic but had excellent taste in fashion.
Sienna was very clumsy and was hardly ever serious she was the type of girl who would laugh at a funeral remembering the funniest thing her and that person ever did to one another, she liked to think of the best of things, which sometimes was not the most appropriate thing…
Sienna was the type of girl who instead of drinking a glass of chardonnay with some friends in a fancy restaurant would rather drink a beer with the boys at the local pub. Sienna was a bloke’s girl, really all the guys saw her as a bloke just with boobs and a great sense in style, and she was like their mum. Sienna had very few female friends, but the girls that she was friends with she was really close to. Everybody loved Sienna, she was what some people would say was the perfect girl, that is from a blokes perspective.
Sienna tended to receive a lot of attention from the opposite sex, one time she was sitting out side the local pub at one of the tables and a bloke walking past was starring at her cleavage walked straight into a pole. So Sienna went a brought him a beer feeling sorry for him the boys had cracked themselves laughing at this after all Sienna was just Sienna to them. I mean sure they thought she had a great rack and was a good kisser but it would be too weird to think that someone saw her a girl and not as a bloke. To put this in English; Sienna wasn’t a girl to the guys she was just another average Joe.

But not to Lee, he felt very strongly towards her ever since he was younger and they had hooked up a couple of times. Sienna fell hard for him then Lee had only thought she was alright at the time, she was too young for his, how do you say needs well he was a eighteen year old man what guy didn’t need “ special treatment” at that age. Sienna was only fifteen as much as Lee wanted it he knew Jake; Sienna’s brother would kill him if he ever found out. God he still doesn’t know about what Sienna and Lee got up to as teenagers.
But all that was in the past now Sienna was twenty and Lee was twenty-three, they where old enough to do what they wanted, when they wanted; which they did and no one knew a thing.

Chapter One

Flashback

Monday 16th June 2005 6:00pm

Bang…! “Jake, mate is that you, get us a beer why your down their the footy’s on.” Lee laughed thinking that this was just Jake playing another one of his practical jokes.
CLANG. SMASH.BANG “heee haahehhhehhahhhha hehhhe hahh ehhhh ahhhehhhhhha, cackled a tall dark figure standing at the door. Just then, a sharp metal object fell on the floor and Lee turned too see a dark figure in the hallway.
“Jake you’re a funny one, now get me a flaming beer and park your arse down on the couch.” blurted Lee who really just wanted to sit back and relax.
Lee saw the figure again, it didn’t look like Jake… for one thing he was taller and had broader shoulders and was probably more attractive.
“Jashi, mate stop fuck arsin around, Lee laughed finally finding the channel switcher and turning on the Box (which is what Lee called the T.V and the remote) to the right channel I really wanna watch this game.” Lee said as he got up to see that no one was their.
“ Alright mate you keep doin’ what your doin’ and ill sit here and watch the footy-ball, but keep ya trap shut and don’t get your head in the way of the box, Woo Lee blurted excitedly as “The Pies” scored a goal, On ya Buckley im tellin’ ya now Scottie that bloke is a bloody good footballer.” The strange man watched Lee watching the Box, every now and then jumping up to his feet screaming at the top of his lungs, “Good on Collingwood forever, they know how to play the game.”
The strange man came up behind Lee smashing a beer over his head, “What the fuck is wrong with you mate.” Lee said turning around to see that the person standing behind him was not Jake at all.

Monday 16th June 10.00pm

From about two meters away, you could hear something being dragged across the rubble ground leading towards an old abandoned warehouse in down town suburbia. The consistent sound of something clumping on the ground echoed in the wind and there was a small trickle of blood trailing behind the body of a young man by the name of Lee.
Dragging the body was a well built, rather good-looking man with strong broad shoulders and long shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes and olive skin. Across his face from his left eye down across his cheek to the bottom of his chin was a deep scar that brought a thousand questions to mind just by the sight of it.

“Screw you, you little shit, get out of my sight you maggot.”
“Daddy please! Don’t hurt mummy it was my fault, I swear I, I was…”
“You were what, what WHAT you little selfish maggot, of a child”.
Owen felt a sharp blow to the side of his face as his drunken fathers hand hit him across the cheek.
“You, you this is your fault you cow. Look at you pathetic excuse of a child, you’re a whore and a tart, Devils throat was right.’
Owens father mumbled while splashing beer over his beautiful wife, who was sitting in the bathtub whilst her husband was verbally abusing her.
Owen got up and jumped on his fathers back, “Right that’s it, maggot you’re going to pay.” barked Owens dad. As he got up, he smashed his beer bottle and cut Owens face from his eye to his mouth.
Owen stood there with blood dripping down his face.

10.05pm

Owen gulped for a breath of air, and with his hand on his face; he could almost taste the blood. It sent shivers down his back [remembering the last image of his mother alive]. He felt his eyes watering as he picked up bags of ice and dropped them against the ground one by one, in the process breaking the ice into little pieces. Owen slowly walked over to the other end of the warehouse and picked up the naked and bruised body of Lee Wightman, Seeing an image of a man at the doorway quickly disappear into the darkness of the night, he knew he was being watched he had no choice now. He could not waste anymore time, he had done all he could, but that wasn’t enough.
Lee was scarcely alive; he could barely lift his head up to see what was happening as Owen placed him into the bath, Lee saw it; the most vibrant blue-piercing eyes he had ever seen nor would never forget even as he took his last few breathes of life.
Owen bent down and picked up the bags pouring the ice over the top of the young man lying almost dead in an old wrought- iron bathtub, still to meet his fate.

12.00 pm

ARGHHHHHHHHH. He lies there saturated from head to toe, as he wakes up from the nightmares that bring the past to life over and over again, he finally wakes into reality; when he realises the tricks the mind can play to make a dream so real. So real that the last image you have; being saturated by water you realise has become a reality for the past fifteen years since the incident happened. Quickly he places his hand on his scar as he feels a sharp distress of pain, as if the wound had just been slit open again.

“That’ll tech you to mess with me boy”
“Please, he’s just a little boy” the words slowly uttered by his mother.
“You what does this have anything to do with YOU?”
Owen saw his father clenching the smashed beer bottle in his hand, before he even knew what he was doing he was in front of his father, it was like a contest of dominance between an estranged father and son Owen was dominating his father. For the first time in his life, he was standing up to the man that made his life hell.
“What do you think that you’re doing, maggot, his father laughed
“What does it look like?”
His father pushed him out of the way, Owen fell to the ground and hit his head but before he even had a moment to think, his father grabbed the beer bottle and shoved it to his mothers throat.
“Now this is how a real man handles himself, maggot” his father cackled
Owen watched his father slit his mother’s throat. She looked at him with such remorse in her vibrant yet piercing blue eyes. Water, Water and blood over-flowed from the bath down to where he was lying.

Every night, he dreamt of trying to save his mother, and every night he failed. He awoke every night to be saturated in sweat to a point that his mattress that had stains and springs hanging out everywhere was soaked inside an out.

Chapter two

Rendezvous at midnight

Tuesday 17th June 12.00pm

“Hey Si, have you seen Lee lately? Questioned Jake sarcastically
“Does it look I care, if I go a day without seeing that tight- arse. “Laughed Si but secretly missing him, knowing that he was meant to come and see her last night after going out with Jake
“Nah, seriously Si, he was meant to meet me last night at 10; but he didn’t, I even tried calling him. But he didn’t answer his phone, Jake replied.
“So, that doesn’t mean anything, maybe he’s avoiding you? Chuckled Si trying to hide the fact that she too was worried that he had not come, Lee knew he was in for a treat last night and to have missed it… Something must be wrong, terribly wrong.

Thursday 19th June 12.00am

“Hey babe” blurted Jake talking to Nessa on his mobile.
“Hey how are ya, I’ve missed ya heaps” Nessa replied whilst driving in the rain on her way to see Jake.
“Look babe I have to go, I can barely see where I’m going and the phones breaking up, I’ll see you in a second”. Nessa looked to the side of the road and saw a man in a dark coat, holding his thumb out so she pulled over to the side of the road and asked where he was heading to… The stranger that was standing at the side of the road was tall, he was very well built and had olive skin, and his eyes were so piercing they where a vibrant blue, that you could not imagine they where beautiful and yet their was something so notorious about them. He went by the name of Owen Aldridge.
“Do you wanna lift? im heading down town, if ya’ goin’ that way I can give you a lift.” questioned Nessa.
“Yeah, id be heading that way ma’am,” grunted Owen
He stood there in the rain, he never once looked at her until he got in the car, and looked Nessa straight in the eye and said; “Thanks ma’am, “if it be no trouble to you?” Owen grunted softly clenching a hammer in his left hand. He had the most beautiful eyes Nessa had ever seen; they were so piercing and yet looked deceivingly beautiful. They were like the kiss of Death, so beautiful you would never think it could kill you, let alone deceive you. They were like looking into a sunset on the ocean but if you looked closely, they felt cold and you felt like your soul was being sucked out of you.

“So are ya from around these parts?” blurted Nessa hastily
“No, I be coming down ‘ere from a little country town called Rosétin it’s down south of the border, “It be a beautiful pace… But not all is as what it seems their, its looks be misleading to all.”
Nessa could tell from his beautiful accent that he was a country boy, although she could not tell what nationality he was, his appearance deceived his unique accent.
Nessa looked at him questioning the last bit of his sentence “Not is all is as what it seems their.”
However, their was no reply. So Nessa continued driving, asking no more questions; bar one- “So where is it that ya headin’ to?”
Owen looked up into the victims eyes and slowly lifted his hand, he was sweating profusely. All of a sudden his heart felt as if it was beating a hundred miles an hour as he felt a flashback happening:

“MAGGOT, get your arse here now!” Owens father boomed whilst taking a piss by the car.
Owen hated this time of the day, it was always the same time 6:00pm in the evening Owens father would play a game with him; hitchhiking the hitchhikers would always be his fathers alcoholic, abusive, Paedophiliac “So- called friends.”
The game was that Owen’s father would drive about a metre up the street, at each point his father would pick up another friend who would then rape Owen while his own sick father watched.
After the game was finished, his father would say -
“Come ‘ere maggot, now you don’t be going and saying’ anything to your mother”.
He would then look at Owen with a big grin on his face and lift his hand above his shoulder and hit Owen across the head with a hammer. Hoping that by doing this Owen would not remember a thing.

Owen clenched the hammer even more tightly, remembering what his father did him. And without another thought , he hit the woman over the head. Knocking her un-conscious. He sat their for half an hour looking at her, his body felt numb and he felt sick in his stomach, “ I’m just like my father.” he spat disgusted at himself.

Friday 20th June 2:00am

BRING. BRING. BRING. BRING. The phone went as Jake waited patiently for his girlfriend to answer her phone for the tenth time in about five minutes.
“Sienna, look I’m sorry (Jake said as he walked into the lounge room where Si was sitting), but something is wrong here… first Lee now Nessa, it’s a bit suss don’t you think?”
“Ok, ok I will agree with you ‘ere Jashi, but did you ever think that maybe… their having an affair?’ Sienna added idiotically to Jake, wondering the same thing to herself.
“Si that’s not fumy and you know it.”
“Ok. Ok I am sorry…for telling the truth, “Sienna giggled to her self, but secretly hoping Lee would walk in through the door and sweep her off her feet.
Jake then had, had enough and walked out of the room into the kitchen where he sat down at the table and said to himself,” Something is not right here!.”

3:00am

About fifteen meters from the car was an old steamboat wheel. Owen picked up the body of a beautiful Latino woman she had black hair with green eyes, with very dark olive skin; she was beautiful he thought to himself as he carried her unconscious body. She looked almost identical to his mother, except for the fact she was much, much younger and had a certain beauty to her that was over-powering, to mankind.
He could not help but feel, as if he had known this woman his whole life. Tonight he had been told to kill her, but instead he would keep her alive and with any luck, she could learn to love him, just as his mother did.
He carefully tied her to the wheel with rope. He was being ever so careful not to hurt her. She was wearing a white knee-length dress. The dress had gone see through from the water below her. Owen kept her head just above the water so she could still breathe.

4:00am

Nessa woke up to find herself in freezing- cold water her body was blue, her dress had gone see- through and the only thing that she could see was these vibrant blue eyes starring at her from a back doorway of what seemed to be a warehouse.
“Who… who are you, please don’t hurt me.” Nessa pleaded as she saw a man appear from the dark. It was the man she had picked up, on the way too see Jake. Owen could see that she was shaking. Her beautiful big lips had turned blue Owen felt his eyes watering; looking at her it reminded him of his mother. Owen quickly turned and walked away, not being able to bear the sight of her in pain, and then reminding himself that this woman was not his mother and he shouldn’t waste his time pretending she is, when all’s that will bring is trouble which is not what he needs at this particular point in time.
“Wait, Wait where are you going? You can’t just leave me here. Please come back,” Nessa pleaded with this strange man, that she knew nothing about; but something inside of her was telling her he can save you, she didn’t know why and it did sound crazy, but her dignity and pride had been stripped from her Faith was all that had remained.

4:15am

Jake drove down the street, taking notice of everything around him from the stars above to the road ahead, every little detail of the night he drew in his mind until he saw something that interrupted his intimate thoughts he saw a man, a man in a dark long trench coat. Jake slowed the car down to get a better look at the man their was something about this guy that looked just out of place, it wasn’t right. The man was walking across the road Jake noticed that the man had blood on his hands and decided to follow him. As Jake sped up the man looked over at him and smiled whilst holding a necklace that looked identical to the one he had given Nessa.
Jake followed him down to an Old abandoned warehouse. He noticed a car it was a Daewoo, Lanos. That was Nessa’s car. Their was no doubt about it.
“I knew it, I knew it,” Jake hissed hitting the dashboard with his hand. Jake ran his hand through his long brown hair. He felt tears in his eyes. Jake picked up his phone and messaged Sienna to tell her where he was.

4:20am

CRUNCH. Owen turned around. He saw nothing. So, he turned back around and continued to walk to where Nessa was tied up at the back of the warehouse.
“Damn it” Jake whispered to himself.
“Help, please is anyone their? Please someone… anyone help me.”
Nessa was getting weak now. Jake watched the strange man go up to her and step into the water towards where she was tied up., Owen gently untied the ropes around her arms.
“Oh thankyou, thankyou.” Nessa whispers in his Owen’s ear hoping he would let her go.
Owen looked at her and gently kissed her on the lips. Jake watched in rage.
Owen went to take her inside, when Jake emerged from the bushes.
“You, what the hell do you think you are doing?” Jake barked at the man holding his girlfriend. The man put Nessa on the ground and grabbed a knife from the table near him. “Look you can fight me and die, or you can help me it’s your choice,” the stranger scoffed at Jake seeing a shadow watching from a couple of meters away.
“You, you really think that I’m that gullible?” laughed Jake even though this was not the time to be laughing.
“Well the way that I see it is that you have two choices, you can help me or she dies”.
“So what’s it going to be?” grunted Owen
Jake looked at Nessa, and thought to himself maybe I can trick this asshole that I am on his side and then save Nessa.
“Ok I’ll help you, what is it that you want me to do?’
“I want you to help me dispose of a body.”
A body Jake thought to himself, gee this guy is nuts, I hope Si got that message or I’m screwed Jake thought to himself.
“Hurry up” grunted Owen.
As he walked into the warehouse and over to the bathtub in the middle of the room, he Carried Nessa over his shoulder until he reached the bathtub he placed her down on the ground where he took off his coat and placed it on her. Jake walked over towards the bathtub. He saw the body. Scott turned around to face Owen.
“You… You killed Lee.” “It was you.” gasped Jake
“Yes, yes it was.” Owen remarked.

4:50 am

BEEP. BEEP .BEEP. Si heard he phone go off, so she walked over to her bedroom and read the message:

Sienna, im at the old warehouse on
Franklin st.
I think I found Nessa & Lee.
I saw this creepy guy who had Blood all ova him so I followed
Him Then I found Nessa’s car and Saw him holdin her Necklace. Im ok I will see you soon. Love Jashi

“ Oh my God” Si screamed , This must be the psycho that they were talking about on TV… oh shit oh shit oh shit” Si mumbles trying to find her car keys
“ That boy is nuts, absolutely nuts, I can’t believe im related to him.” Si said to herself whilst trying to find her keys. “CRAP” Si complained as she tripped over the footstool.
“Where the hell are they?”, Why, does this always happen to me… Whenever I need to find something quickly, I can’t,. Their they are” she mumbled to herself in a hurry, whilst proceeding to grab her keys and remembering about her phone at the last minute , she ran outside to her car.
“Franklin Street, where the hell is Franklin Street, I seriously think this brother of mine really does think I’m Albert Einstein sometimes.” (God I couldn’t even find my keys as if I am going to be able to find a street that I have no idea where it is.)

Chapter Three

Accomplis

5:20am

“So I take it that you want me to, get rid of Lee’s body then?” added Jake in a dominating voice
“No, not at all I want you to help me get rid of some other body’s that are in the lake you saw outside.,” added Owen.
“ You, don’t touch that body, don’t move it in any way or even think of trying to dispose of it, and no better yet don’t even go near it: Or there’ll be consequences to pay.” Explained Owen to Jake hoping that he would listen to him, knowing that if he didn’t his father would deal with both himself and Jake.
Owen looked over at the bathtub and their was Nessa standing over Lee’s body crying, Nessa looked over at Owen with such abhorrence in her eyes.
“You, cold hearted animal, how could you do this to an innocent human being… you, you need help.” Nessa screamed at him.
“ Me an animal, you obviously have not lived a life even close to the pain and suffering that I have had to put up with, the abuse and the Sick torture I have been through all my life. For crying out loud look at you, not one mark of imperfection on your perfect body, you have lived a perfect life compared to Me.,” lectured Owen. “Then why are you doing this to others.” Nessa questioned thinking to herself accomplis; she had no idea why that word had popped into her thoughts until she thought she saw something walk past the front entrance of the warehouse. It was at that moment then she realised that maybe, just maybe this was not the guy behind all of this, he was an accomplis wether or not he was a willing one or not was another question that would soon be answered.
“Because it was what I learnt was right, when my father killed my mother in front of me, no one could save me then.” choked Owen
“Ok, ok I think we’ve heard enough” Jake interrupts Nessa and Owen abruptly
“Enough, you haven’t even to of began to hear what I’ve been through, the fate that youse are still to pay.” Screeches Owen
Jake walks up to Nessa and covers her mouth with his hand, “Where do you want me to put her?”
Owen looked at Jake, sensing that he was up to something and decided to play along with it. “Never you mind about that …. There are more important things on my mind at the moment!” concluded Owen, remembering that someone could be watching his every move so he had to be careful.
And so without another word, Owen grabbed Nessa, and put her in a room towards the back of the warehouse and locked the door behind him.
“You, you come with me.” Challenged Owen to Jake daring him to follow, but secretly hoping he would not. Knowing his fate would be death, in the end.

5:40am
“Franklin Street, excuse me mate; do ya happen to know where the old abandoned warehouse is on Franklin street?” Si yelled out to an old man across the street.
“Now, why would a pretty ‘lil thing like you be wantin’ to find an old ‘ere abandoned warehouse.”
“No, reason; I just need to know where it is I ‘av to pick up my brother from their.” disclosed SI in the meantime thinking to herself how creepy this old man is while the old man babbled on to himself.
“Yes, the one on Franklin street, yes I’se be knowin’ where that is ma’am: would ye like me to show you the way?”
“Ah, no thanks; just the directions will be fine.” Si broke in from the old man babbling
“ Now let me see, is it a right turn up on main or a left turn… no, no it’s defiantly a right then you go straight up on to Wight Boulevard and turn left on to ’ er Oakbank, no, no ,no that’s not right , not right at all.”
After about five minutes Si had lost track of what the old man had been saying and went off into a little world of her own, thinking about what could be happening .She soon lost track of time, when she turned to see if the old man was their; he was gone, out of sight.
Oh, well Si thought to herself, I should be able to find it, so she started driving again remembering something about Wight Boulevard and Oakbank as she went on to find Franklin Street. Si was looking into the rear screen mirror and thought she saw something in the back of her car: However, their was noting, in eyes sight.

6:00am

Jake picked up the bodies one by one; all of them were girls not one was a man. Each one was more beautiful then the next even though their bodies had been decapitating from being in water for so long.
All of the them had dark hair and dark skin; they looked so peaceful Jake thought to himself even though they would not have had a peaceful death. Jake noticed that their was not one hand mark or bruise on their body just a rather large cut on their neck, it was a perfect straight line right in the middle of the throat.
Owen realised the look of concentration on Jake’s face as he stared at each mark, he even ran his hand across the scares on their necks.
“Why is every single one of these bodies a woman, each one more beautiful then the next? WHY?” asked Jake to the stranger across from him.
“Because my mother was even more beautiful then all of these girls, all of them except for one.” Owen pointed out to Jake
“Nessa.” Retorted Jake
“Yes, she is even more beautiful then my mother, my mother had a beauty about her that was so strong. It was over-powering any man would go weak at knees from just the sight of her… every man except my father.

“Look at her, she sure is ugly, don’t you think maggot, she be a real fine piece of work…. A daddy’s little whore, sorry, SORRY I mean girl,” bellowed Owens father.
As Owen walked into the candle lit room; their was his father sitting in the middle of a circle of the ground. Along beside him where two photo frames one of him and another of his mother. His father picked up two knives and placed each one in the middle of the pictures. Owens father looked at him you have her eyes those goddamn eyes it’s as if you are looking into god’s eyes himself you evil corrupt boy. Owen knew that his father was not talking about his mother’s eyes but his grandmothers.
“Maggot come here.” grinned Owens father
Owen walked over towards the middle of the room, Owen saw his father grab a knife, and cut his hand, with the blood on the knife he placed it through his mothers photo and chanted the words:
“Devils Throat, Devils Throat… DEVILS Throat.” Radix malorem es koopitis
(The root of all-evil)
“For give me father, and save my soul from Heaven let it descends into hell to fulfil your duties and be your faithful servant for all eternity”.
“Forgive my sins of marrying a creation of God, save me from being seduced by her: I know I strayed from you once… Never again my master never again, that whore will not persuade me to the dark side.”

“Never gain, he said never again; so he killed her.” Owen whispered cautiously knowing that their could be prying eyes and ears listening and watching.

6:40am“Help, Jake what are you doing? Jake put me down.”
Nessa was screaming as Jake carried her over his shoulder down along a track that led towards a graveyard where a strange man that they both had not seen before, was digging a hole in the ground. He was singing a tune under his breath “Good old Collingwood forever, they now how to play a game.”

Chapter four

Tricks of the Heart

5:50am

“How could this happen to me? I’ve made my mistakes, I’ve paid back my dues, I just wanna scream… How could this happen to me.”
Si listened to the words of the song and agreed with them, whilst thinking to herself, what if I don’t make it in time?
“Their it is, Wight Boulevard.” Si said determined to find Franklin Street.
Si felt something rise up behind her, but before she could do anything about it, there was a soaked cloth of chloroform over her mouth.
“Now listen carefully, girly…” was all that Si heard before she blacked out.
The man that had been giving Jen directions was now in the back seat of her car. He took hold of the steering wheel and slowly turned the car into the tree coming up towards them.
Their was not much impact because Sienna’s foot had come of the accelerator: so the car was only doing about 15km by the time the old man had climbed in the front seat and started to break slowly the speed dropped to 10km when it hit the tree.
The old man climbed out of the car and put the young girl over his shoulder. Not feeling one bit of guilt or regret and he placed the girl in the back seat of the car and undid her button on her pants slowly taking them off her. He looked at her slim and beautiful body as he entered inside her he took off her top and looked at her young supple breast he licked them sliding his lounge up to her young innocent face. (He kissed her face and her neck gently whilst thrusting himself hardly inside of her and he reached his climax he squeezed onto her thigh and spat on her.) He then continued to have sex with her as if he had no emotion over what he was doing. He did not care that he was rapping her or that he was taking advantage of her, he was a dirty old filthy man with no emotion or heart he was a pig and a disgrace to humankind. When he had finished taking advantage of her, he pulled up his pants and placed the naked body over his shoulder he picked up her clothes and continued to walk as if he had not just committed a Mortal sin. But rather had done her a favour.

6:20am
The old man walked in to a large old abandoned warehouse using the front entrance. Towards the back of the room was an office. The man caring Sienna over his shoulder went over to the door and opened it.
“You, what are you doing here, it can’t be; you your dead.” he lamented in disbelief
The old man looked at Nessa who could barely raise her head, to see who was there. It was like going back in time. To a very bad time. A tragic day. The day he killed Bella Mia Rosétin. His wife. The only woman he loved, but was not allowed to love or even show that he loved her in anyway as it was apart of his religion. He was corrupted. He still was.
A dark force not known to exist to humankind had taken him over. Darkness only read about. Better yet only dreamt about in fear.
“It can’t be.” he uttered in disbelief he looked at Nessa up and down in pure amazement of the resemblance this woman showed to his wife. Which he assumed at the time that this woman was his dead wife Bella.
“Bella, Perfervour. Lord could it be Bella?” The old man muttered at the young girl sitting in front of him. Nessa struggled to look at him all she could see was his torso and a hard long bulge stick out from his trousers.
“Please, please help me… Let me go.” Nessa begged
“Bella, your eyes their different colour.” The old man confronted Nessa with his curiosity. You see although he did kill his wife Bella, he realised not long after how much he loved her. He was a very corrupt man; his notorious ways led him to the murder of his wife. Although he still commits these crimes, he is not as violent as he used to be. The old man with time grew to be graceful with his words but not with his actions.
The old man walked up to Nessa and slapped her across the face. “WHORE.”
He spat on her and looked once more into the eyes of what he thought would be the last time into the eyes of his wife, until he noticed something else.
“You’re not my Bella.” he said as he placed Si on the ground, chucked her clothes at her and walked out the door, locking it behind him.
“Sien, Sienna are you ok.” cried Nessa looking at Sienna who was naked and seeing a handprint on Si’s breast she realised what had happened.
“Oh, God please help us.”
Nessa thought her prayers had been answered, as Jake walked in through the door, he looked at his sister and felt a tear in his eye as he saw her unconscious on the ground naked, she had marks on her. His heart broke into knowing now their was no way out.

6:41 am

“Just put her down there.” the stranger grunted. As Jake placed Nessa on the ground, she shot him a very dangerous look.
“What are we doing with her?” Jake asked what looked like an old man.
“Were burying her alive in a coffin.” Announced the old man
“Come on Owen.” coaxed the old man to his son
Owen stepped out from the bushes and walked over towards Nessa. Owen picked her up and carried her towards the coffin his father had made, and placed her in it, “Im, so sorry, it wasn’t meant to be like this… I was going to help you.” Owen whispered in Nessa’s ear.
Nessa looked up at him, knowing that he may still be able to save her now that her boyfriend had betrayed her. Nessa looked up at the old man, realizing instantly that he was behind this all… Owen was just a puppet. “Mother Fucker.” she challenged the old man.
‘It’s ok Owen I know you tried.” she whispered to him as he place her into the coffin. As he went to place the lid on top, he heard her say… “It’s not to late Owen, nor is it ya fault.” Nessa foretold.
The old man grabbed a hammer and nailed down the sides of the coffin, Nessa took her last breathe of fresh air.
Nessa could hear the piles of dirt that was piling on top of the coffin on top of her. She shut her eyes and saw an image of Jake in her mind. Tears fell down her face like water coming down over a cliff.
“Jake she whispered, you’re breaking my heart.” Nessa spoke to herself as she remembered the first time they met each other, she and Sienna were best friends and Jake was Si’s older Brother. He was such a shit then but he grew up and they fell in love “JAKE.” she screamed.

Jake looked down at the coffin, as Jake watched the old man shovelling dirt on top of the coffin, Jake could have sworn he heard his name.
He ignored it and continued shovelling dirt.

Chapter Five

Numbness of the mind and sorrow of the heart

7:00 am

Sienna looked up everything was hazy. She felt very cold all of a sudden as she looked down seeing that she was naked, she placed her hand on her breast seeing that their was a hand print, she looked down further to her thighs to see red marks, suddenly Sienna felt all alone; her heart was numb and the pain in her head wouldn’t stop. She had never felt so cold inside she looked to the ground as if seeing her heart splattered all over the floor and she felt as if someone had just stepped on it and not given a shit, she cried, she sat their her body was blue and she had Goosebumps on her skin. Tears fell freely from her face down onto the cold hard ground. Her heart and soul where scattered all over the floor, she touched her face and ran her fingers across her lips she hands trembled as her fingers wandered from her lips down to the locket around her neck where a picture of her and Lee was. She looked down to the ground as if every thing she believed in or stood for, had just been stripped from her and she could not have done one thing about it. Now reality had kicked in, her body had just been used like a vending machine, her heart was broken and her soul had no faith that she could go on, she was torn into pieces and the one person who could love her and make things seem better she didn’t even know if he was alive.
She looked up and saw her clothes she grabbed them and slowly dressed herself, she looked over towards the back of the room seeing a window their was a slight light appearing as the sun had obviously risen. She saw a rose bush from out side the window, all the roses where dead besides on little rose that hadn’t bloomed yet, it was so beautiful it was a the colour of midnight red, with deep green stem Sienna watched as a gush of wind and rain made the rose fall to the ground. It was then Sienna realised that nothing in this world stays beautiful forever, the world had corrupted all beauty and soon it will all die.
CLINK. Sienna saw the handle of the door drop down as the door slowly creaked open there stood what seemed to be a familiar figure.

7:10

Nessa, slowly running out of air started banging on the ceiling of the wooden coffin.
Hoping that with some attempt that she would crack the top of the wooden coffin. So far, she was having no luck. No luck at all the only progress that she was making on anything was the fact her knuckles were starting to bleed.

7:05

“Come on, we have more jobs to do demanded the old man. Owen go to the warehouse and check on the girl… bring her to the boy he’ll know what to do, I have some private business to attend to.” confirmed the old man
“What do you mean I’ll know what to do?’ asked Jake as Owen walked away. Scott looked at the old man without one word Jake knew as soon as the old man passed him a knife.

7:15am

“ Please, please help me.” Sienna whispered to the figure in front of her she was sitting in the corner of the room trembling you could see that she was frightened and looked disturbed. Owen looked at her closely and could see the marks on her, “ He, he touched you didn’t he?” Owen questioned the girl sitting in the corner with her head between her legs she looked up at him not knowing wether or not to trust him, he could be lying she thought to her self, but she wanted to get out of here she saw him coming towards her , she didn’t know what to do.

7:20am

“Ouch, your hurting me said Sienna to Jake, what are you doing?”
Jake turned and saw a figure of the old man in the bushes watching his every move his every breathe.
“Jake how could you do this to me?” Sienna asked abruptly using all the strength in her voice as she could she had all reason to considering her brother was holding a knife to her throat.
“Where’s Nessa Jake, I wont tell anyone you told me I promise Jake just let me go and find Nessa?” Sienna asked weakly. (Jake knew that his sister was in trouble someone had touched her, it broke his heart to have to be doing this, he just wanted to put his arms around her and tell her that everything is ok, he wanted to take everything back, I should of killed that asshole when I had the chance. Jake thought to himself.) “Nessa would be dead by now.” replied Jake with sadness in his voice but he had to convince her that he had turned over to their side to save her. It was the only way.
Sienna felt the coldness of the knife against her neck, she knew that something was not quite right here, this was not her brother how could he be doing this to her?
Owen stood there remembering a familiar experience between his father and mother. I cannot let this happen again Owen thought to himself and rushed to push Jake out of the way. That is when a body dropped to the ground. Owen bent down to feel the pulse. The body was lifeless. He looked up. He saw a dark figure kneeling on the ground holding the knife. “It was an accident.” the figure in the darkness spoke.”

7:40

Nessa took small sharp breathes. She had to breath is as little air as possible. Oxygen, she was running out of the one thing that could keep her alive, until Owen came back.

“Im, sorry it wasn’t meant to be like this, I was going to save you” Nessa remembered Owen’s words.

But, what if he doesn’t come Nessa thought to herself, no guarantee that he would even make it back alive.

Tears streamed down Nessa’s face, as she found she could hardly breathe. “I don’t wanna die, lord.”
Nessa’s hands had gone numb from trying to crack the wood.
“Jake I love you.” Nessa whispered as she took what seemed like her last breath and passed out.

7:35

Owen looked at the dead figure on the ground and the other figure kneeling on the ground crying on the damp, soggy floor. Both looked dead one to the world and the other literally.
CRUNCH. Owen looked up and saw a figure in the bushes. His father that explains it all Owen thought to himself, Jake wanted to save her; he never wanted to hurt her. Owen thought looking at Jake and then glancing towards Sienna.
“He wanted to save her.” Owen screamed. The figure kneeling on the ground looked up wondering how he knew this. But aside from that thought they found comfort looking into his eyes, they used to look so cold but now had certain warmth to them. Warmth that brought sorrow to your heart, so that you felt like your heart was breaking into tiny diminutive pieces that would scatter all over the floor and not be put back together again.
As you stare into his eyes, you want to know more. What he went through…Why he couldn’t save his mother, you felt sorry for him and wanted to save no better yet you were going to save him.
“You mother fucker, you knew you knew that he would pretend to be on your side so that he could try to save his sister and the love of his life.” Owen screamed to the figure emerging fro the bushes.
“Maggot, you stupid, stupid boy.” retorted his father
“You, you will pay, I hope that you rot in heaven, I hope god forgives you and you have to change. Screamed Owen
“Maggot, your naiveness clouds your thoughts, theirs no chance in hell heaven will get my soul.” “No, father your arrogance, clouds your judgment you have failed on so many occasions. You betrayed your religion, you fell in love, you killed the only love of your life, but your biggest mistake was not killing me when you had the chance.”
“Killing you when I had the chance, you have no idea do you boy.” his father laughed
“ No dad I do. You f**ked up your life. Firstly, you killed the only thing that you had ever loved all for some stupid religious leader, who knew that only she could save you. That when she died... hell would get your soul. You poor bastard how does it finally feel to know that your master “ Devils throat.” betrayed you, you meant NOTHING to him, you were a pawn in a simple game of chess, you lost everything and you know what the Funniest thing is that, you listened to him. You choose your F**kin Devil worshiping religion, Over the only thing that you ever loved and had loved you in return. You dumb ass, you sit their and call me naïve all you want… at least im not stupid enough to make the mistakes that you have made. Im going to make something of my life, and you’re not going to be around to see it. You want to know why? Because I do not give a shit anymore, go kill the whole friggin world. It will never change what you did to Bella it will never redeem you. It will only corrupt what is left of you. ”
“Secondly, I’m not stupid I hear you cry every night, face it old man… You miss her like crazy, and it’s your fault she’s gone, and you can’t blame else but your self
It’s not even Devil Throats fault, you slit her throat no one forced you. Owen screamed whilst spitting on his fathers face.
‘” You poor insolent maggot, how can you guarantee I wont be around to watch you make an idiot of yourself?” questioned Owen’s father
Owen laughed, “Because old man, I’m going to watch you die a slow and painful death, you’re going to bleed to death and not be able to see a thing that’s happening you evil son of a bitch.”
Owen watched his father laugh as he lifted his knife and stabbed his father in the eye and pulled the knife back out. Watching his father fall to his knees on the ground he laughed.
“Who’s the maggot now?” Owen watched spit fly up and hit him in the face.
Owen laughed, “Your not a man, your just a little boy in a man’s body, I pity you.”
Owen cried lifting the knife slamming it into his fathers other eye.
“F**k you maggot, you’ll pay” his fathers words echoed in his head as Owen watched him fall to the floor once more. Owen grabbed the knife and placed it in this father’s back.
He turned to the dark figure that was dead to the world, holding her bother in her arms

Chapter Six

Living half alive and half dead

She sat their tears running down her face, if she had broken her brother’s heart she had most defiantly broken her own a million times more. So much pain inside was not good for one person to carry alone, so much pain that you could feel your heart had stopped and no emotion was possible your body was numb and the only person that could make you feel whole again was laying dead in your arms; stone cold dead and it was all your fault.
Feelings you can’t hide, tend to betray you to the point that you do not trust yourself expressing them, emotions phew what was the good of them? All they do is betray you and hurt those around you, her emotions betrayed her thoughts she knew Jake would never do this to her, never. Behind every action, there is good reason, behind every thought, there is betrayal, behind every action and thought is heartbreak.

7:30 am

Sienna looked down at the body of her lifeless brother lying on the damp and soggy floor. She saw the knife in her hand and fell to the floor she then looked between the body and the knife continuously as if trying to recall what had happened. Trying to remember how the knife in her hand went into her brother, and why he was laying on the floor dead.
She heard someone talking to her but she could not understand a word that they where saying, she was muttering the same thing over and over “ It was an accident it wasn’t my fault.” Why is this happening Sienna thought to herself as she looked up into the strange mans eyes seeing warmth that she had never seen before. Warmth that made her sad, sad to see someone whose eyes gave you such happiness in your heart but at the same time gave you a great sorrow you could not explain. A sorrow you cold not understand nor would you ever the harder that you tried the more complicated your thoughts became. It was said that the eyes are a doorway to your soul, that by looking into someone’s eyes you can see their past their present and their future, you can see everything that the heart wishes to be, your deepest darkest thoughts that you crave each night before you shut your eyes and fall asleep. It is at this time that we human beings reveal our most seductive and passionate secret thoughts, secrets that we ourselves do not want to admit and if given the choice we never would, but the mind is a powerful thing. It is more powerful then any of us could have imagined, or will ever fully understand how much power it contains. His eyes where an untold story that where waiting to tell everybody the truth, the truth that everyone pondered about so carelessly each night as they contemplate there most darkest inner thoughts. The kind of truth that was only dreamt about. A truth so dark and seductive that it was thought to of never existed but only by looking into his eyes you started to understand what it meant to be alive, what it meant to be grateful that you are even here. To be able to live through each day convincing yourself that life has a greater purpose, then could ever be imagined. That every word and every action you made meant something, that every mistake you made was for a reason, knowing that every heart you broke would mend over time. Lastly, you knew that every wrong thing that you had done was forgiven, because it was at that moment that you knew every soul, every living thing on this planet had a meaning. It did not matter what they did or who they where that every breath they took every move they made, changed someone’s life. If they shut a door a new one opened and if they made a wrong they made it right .Its then once you know what it truly means to be alive that you know the meaning of life is far greater then any words imagined.
Just by looking into someone’s eyes you can find all the answers to life, it was then Sienna realised that even though a door had been shut for her another door had just opened for someone who more then deserved it.
“He wanted to save her.” Sienna watched Owen scream at something, which seemed to emerge from the bushes. Sienna sat there, watching the strange man go off at what seemed to be his father. She watched with great curiosity taking in each word that they spat at each other, each breath they took, each move they made seeing behind each violent word and action love and regret of the past. The past is a heinous thing that can destroy you or make you, it depends on the path you choose to make after the situation that has occurred; obviously the strange mans father had done something, something that had destroyed both their lives. Sienna waited patiently watching trying to find out what exactly had happened that could have been so bad, that it destroyed a bond that should have been so strong; a bond between a father and son this is a bond that should never be broken. No matter how bad things get a bond between a parent and child should never be destroyed or abused it is a sacred relationship and for it to come to what was happening that was just like a knife in the back. Sienna had watched her life fall apart in these last couple of hours and it broke her heart to see what was happening.

Sienna could see that the strange man had cared for his father even through all that his father had done to him, he cared about him. Though he would never admit it, he loved his father very dearly but this was the last straw, he could take no more of his fathers lying, killing, and backstabbing. Nor could he handle the fact that he could not turn back time and stop his father from devils throat and stop him from killing his mother. Sienna was right Owen did love his father, but just because he loved him did not mean he had to like him. Owen didn’t like his father, Owen’s father ever since turning to his devil worshipping was not Owens type of person. Before everything had happened Owen’s father was a sweet and loving man who was seduced to the dark side by a man named Seth or more commonly known as Devils throat he was a dark and powerful man who corrupted many good men. You see as much as Owen would like to blame Devils throat for all that had happened he couldn’t his father had made the choice, Seth knew Bella was the only thing in his way of getting Dominic to the Dark side.
She was the only thing that Dominic loved more then anything in this world; she was his angel the person that he would give his life for, she made him feel like he could accomplish anything she gave him the strength to carry on in life even after all he’d been through, all his mother had done to him. He hated women, his mother had tortured him one of the daily things she would do was grab a knife and carve things on his back like:

YOU SELFISH PIG. I HATE YOU. I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL ASSHOLE. YOU ARE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER YOU ARE A WOOS AND A COWARD. YOU ARE A FUCKING PUSSY. BE A MAN FOR ONCE IN IN YOUR LIFE. ROT IN HELL.ROT IN HELL. MAGGOT.

Bella was Dominic’s only chance of ever loving something, and he did with all his heart he loved her, but he hated women all because of what his mother had done to him, and Seth used this to his advantage and it worked. Dominic made the biggest mistake of his life when he killed Bella, he lost his soul and his heart broke and til this day, no one or no thing can make him feel the way Bella did. So he took it out on everyone around him like Owen this was the reason he hated Owen so much it was because of his eyes, Owen had his grandmothers eyes those God dam fucking blue eyes.
Dominic could not control himself when he saw them he thought of his mother and all the shit she did to him and his Papa. His Papa loved his mother so much he would have done anything for her just as Dominic would have done anything for Bella but there was one difference Bella loved Dominic just as much as he loved her you could say even more. She still loved him just as much even when he took that bottle and held it to her throat, she looked into his eyes and thought of the first time they met, and the first time they kissed even the first time they made love. She loved him with all her heart, she would never stop… she never did stop. He broke her heart, the day he betrayed her but she couldn’t stay mad at him she loved him to much and didn’t want to loose him, she knew deep down that he was a kind man it was Seth.
As he held the bottle against her throat; she saw her son her kind, sweet, loving son come up and try to stop Dominic she knew then that this was her time, if he didn’t kill her now she would soon have no reason to live she would die of a broken heart. Dominic was her reason for living and he was not the man he used to be, he was different he did not love her as much as he used to. She had failed, Seth had won and now she was to pay the price, she could of tried harder but her heart clouded her mind, she thought life would be to cruel without him beside her. Bella would rather die then have to live without him. And she did the last words she whispered to her love was “If I have broken your heart because I failed, I have broken my own a million times more and the pain will never stop hurting inside me even when im dead, because I love you and I know you love me.”
Those words Dominic never forgot, those words each day kill him slowly, he lives each day knowing he will pay for all his sins, each day a piece of what is left of his cold heart falls to the ground and it’s as if someone comes up and steps on it, slowly and painfully they squash his heart. Mocking him, he feels as if they’ve taken his whole heart and ripped it out, and then cut it into little pieces that will never be put back together again.

Chapter Seven

Time

7:50

Sienna watched as she held Jake in her arms she loved her brother dearly and would do anything to turn back time, and even though she had lost her brother she knew that he died a hero, no one would ever forget that nor resent that.
She watched as the strange man turned his father on his belly and shoved the knife in his back. Sienna felt a shiver down her back as if someone had just walked through her, and as she felt this she felt a slight smile on her face realising that this was all almost over, she looked up into the sky and saw one single beautiful tiny star, “ Starlight, star bright. First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might. Have this wish I wish tonight , I hope that no matter where Jake is he’s happy and knows that we’ll always love him no matter what happens.”
Sienna sat their sort of feeling stupid even though this was neither the place nor the time to feel stupid she did and it was something she could not help. She felt stupid that she never made an effort to save her brother she felt as if she had done nothing which was not true she had done all that she could it may not have seemed like it but what she had done was all that she could of done in the state of mind that she was in. She had been through so much and life would never be the same. Sienna watched as Owen turned to face her; tears where streaming down his face and he looked as pale as a ghost, he was shaking and had Goosebumps and as she starred at him, she realised that now he was free, there was no one or no thing holding him back from living his life…. Sienna saw the sadness in his eyes the pain and the suffering was all over finally, there was no pain his body looked numb and blue. It is amazing what kind of release you have when you finally let all the anger out you feel so liberated, it is like all the power in the world couldn’t stop you now… nothing was in your way besides one thing, one very special girl; who had made you feel as if for just one second that you were something. That everything that you had done wrong was ok that she still accepted you just like anybody else. It had been a long time since Owen had felt this way, a long time indeed no one in his life had ever made him feel this loved in such a short period of time, no one except his mother.

7:55am

Nessa looked up weakly, and tried to lift her hand to bang against the top of the lid. She was pale and her lips where dry and cracked her voice was almost gone you could just hear it. “Help, please.” Nessa tried to scream as she heard loud noises coming from above
Thankyou god, oh thankyou, he has come back for me. I knew he would Nessa thought to herself when she saw the lid of the coffin slightly move.
Daylight swept in all around her, the harsh daylight burnt her eyes it was as if she had never seen daylight before. Nessa had to squint to be able to see anything all she could see was the outline of two people. One very familiar to the eye the other was not. Why are their only two people? Nessa thought to herself, when she saw Sienna and Owen the first thoughts that came running through her mind were where’s Scott, these where the last thoughts Nessa remembered before blacking out. 7:45am

Sienna and Owen ran over to where Nessa was buried, Sienna quickly fell to her knees and started to dig the dirt out of the ground with her hands, shovelling the dirt next to her whilst Owen went to find a shovel or something that would get the job done faster.
Sienna and Owen looked down at the young girl who now seemed so far away from reality that Sienna felt as if she didn’t know her anymore, (Sienna didn’t even know herself anymore.)
Nessa looked up at the two figures above her she smiled gently and went to say something but blacked out before the words came out.
Sienna and Owen looked at one another, “What are we going to do?” Sienna asked whilst looking at this strange man, who had saved her life and Nessa’s.
“Firstly, call me Owen; secondly we need to get her out of here and to a hospital.” Owen said to =Sienna kindly.
For the first time Sienna looked at Owen knowing who he was, she felt as if now understood him and knew him, he was no longer a stranger, no longer a no-body but rather somebody who had just been mixed up with the wrong sort of people. Sienna looked at him up and down she knew that he had never intended to hurt them, but rather he had tried to save them, he was a kind man with a big heart. It was time he knew that the past was not his fault. That their are so many things that we ourselves wish we could take back or change from the past but the past is what makes us who we are. That sometimes we do make the wrong choices and sometimes things happen for a reason that can never be explained, and this a good thing it makes us think; what is it that I could of done differently, what if I did this or what if I did that. We will never know what would have happened we make the choices we make for a reason that many of us will never quite understand this. Or the fact as to why we cannot change time, you see time is a curse too many people some abuse it, some pretend theirs no such thing but time is what gives us the power to fully understand what it is we are searching for. The simplest things people take for granted.
Like Owen’s father Dominic, never realised how much he loved his wife until she was gone; not all the time in the world could mend his broken heart nor could any person or thing it was time that eventually destroyed him, it tortured him and tormented with his heart and mind. With Owen, time made his mind stronger but it cursed his heart you see time was the one thing that Owen wished he could change. He wished he could go back in time but that is never a possibility Owen’s mother died for a reason and although one door had shut a new one had opened and so many wonderful thing are yet to be seen in the future, just give it time.

Chapter eight.
As one door shuts, a new one opens.

Nessa looked up at Owen, “You did it, you did it Owen you came back for me…. You changed what you could have become, you listened to your heart and everything worked out fine, Goodbye Owen I’ll never forget you.”
She smiled as she held a little girl in her arms. Tears streamed down her face as she looked into her little girls eyes, “ She had her fathers eyes, make sure they take good care of her Owen, make sure she knows that me and Jake loved her don’t ever let her forget that, you hear me Owen, don’t ever let her forget.” Nessa pleaded with Owen as she shut her eyes and took her last breath. Nessa had been pregnant with Jake’s baby, she had been one month along when he died. Owen picked up the beautiful baby girl, Bella was her name Bella Rose Aldridge.
Two years later

Thursday 20th march 2007

Owen stood their watching from afar, it was raining that little girl was starring out the window at the rosebushes, (Bella lived with her Untie Sienna, in an old cottage) he felt tears emerging from his eyes; he didn’t know just quite why but he loved this child with all his heart, even though he had only known Nessa for a year before she died, she was one of the only people who believed that he could make things right.

He hadn’t seen Bella since she was born and she looked so much like her mother, Nessa was right Bella did have Jakes eyes they where beautiful. Owen wanted to see her he wanted to keep his promise to Nessa, he knew Sienna would take good care of Bella she loved her very much. But Sienna had changed ever since she found out that Lee was murdered she lived a life that was half alive and half dead after all her brother and he best friend and her lover had died she was all alone the one thing she had left was Bella. She was a beautiful little girl so graceful and loving she brought a smile to you face as soon as she entered the room.
The little girl starring out the window noticed a strange man starring at her from outside the window, “Si , theirs a strange man outside.” Bella yelled out to her untie who was laying on the couch, Sienna got up and looked out the window as soon as she realised who it was, a smile came upon her face, she had not seen this stranger in quite sometime and it made her so happy to see him. She looked down to Bella and said that’s no stranger that man saved mine and your mummies life, you were named after his mother who he loved very dearly and im sur that he loves you very much, he cared for your mother so much that he risked everything to save her, and although she didn’t love him the way he did her, he was the only person after you father died that made her smile, even close to what your daddy did. Bella looked up at her untie confused, as Sienna walked up to the table and pulled one single red rose from a vase placed in the middle of the table and handed it to her niece, Sienna looked out the window to see that the man was starting to walk away.
Bella looked outside the window and ran to the door she ran outside to where the relentless rain was beating at the ground her little feet carrying her as far as they could Si watched at the door, “Mr, Mr wait.” the little girl yelled out to the man. He turned around to see the little girl tugging at his coat, “This is for you.” Bella told the strange man as she handed the single red rose to him, he looked at her and broke down in tears.
“Mr, please don’t be sad.” She said to him and gave him a hug as he knelt on the ground he picked her up and started to walk to where Sienna was standing at the door she waved tears steamed down her face as she saw him smiling, she had never seen him smile like this before. It had seemed as if a little girl with a single rose had just repaired the hole in his heart that was said to of never been able to be fixed.
He stood their in the rain he was drenched, he looked gorgeous his long blonde curly hair was dripping wet and his eyes stood out more then ever today, Sienna looked at him and smiled “ Its been to long.” She whispered in his ear, he looked back at her agreeing with her. Owen placed Bella on the ground as he turned to walk away Sienna grabbed his arm and said, “At the very least I owe you a place to stay.” he turned back and looked to her as if to say it is me that owes you.
“Please, Owen” This was the first time he had ever heard her say his name, so it was he would stay. And just by looking into his eyes Sienna knew that he was going to stay, he deserved all the happiness in the world and she could see that this little girl brought him that, he had saved her and now it was her turn to repay him the favour he once did for her.
They all sat their starring out the window at the rain, a familiar setting but nevertheless a meaningful one. It had been time that once broke Owen and now it was time that had made him as he sat their he felt Sienna’s hand upon his and as if for just one second he felt as if his mother, father and Nessa where watching over him from above.
And it was then he knew that although many doors in his life had shut a new one had just opened.

Part Two

FRATE TRAIN

Prologue

The car was going 120khs it was getting faster and faster reaching uncontrollable heights of Velocity. Their adrenaline was climbing reaching to the climax that their mind was loosing control of; slowly the blood pumping around their body seemed to freeze. Shocked and stunned their pupils dilated as all their nerves in their body woke from being frozen.
The car to the side a Morris 1100 with an 8-cylinder Chevy motor glided on the rubble road as if on ice, the racing stripes of green and white flickered in their eyes.
The car to the side came to a halt, the stripes on the car looked as if they has just flown off, ahead a red light so bright blinding by just the sight his nerves froze up he could not move.
Blinded by the sight of the light so bright he froze completely and utterly, soon he would come back to life; to realise this world this simple life is not at all what it seems.

A frate train.

Chapter nine

Stranger of my heart

The water was running, a combination of blood and water ran down the drain without a purpose it was just a waste. really.
She stood there naked water flowing over her, each little bead of water washing away a tiny piece of a memory.
He walks in and looks at her, he runs his hands over her body, feeling every inch of her. She looks at him and pulls away.
It was her way of knowing if he really cared, don’t ask why but she knew if he came back, he truly wanted her.
Heath the man standing next to the shower looked at her taken aback, she looks at him showing herself what he did.
It wasn’t his fault, he froze how was he meant to know a frate train was going to come? He thought to himself looking remorseful.
Bella stood there looking at him, his dimples imprinted into his face on one side she hated them so much.
She watched as he pulled out a smoke from his pocket, lighting it taking a puff with eloquence, “what a fag.” Bella thought to herself.
Heath watched her as he passed her the smoke; she looked at him for one meaningless pathetic second and took a drag.
Bella stood and thought as she felt the smoke sliding down her throat giving her a pleasurable sensation.
She thought about it for a second and then blew the smoke in his face whilst grabbing his hand; then slapping him across the face.
He looked at her disgusted and amused, but he knew he deserved it, he felt her bare skin and his hand slid across her body.
Heath took off his top carefully; he felt her hand slowly caressing his bare skin .
They both looked at each other, slightly engrossed with each other’s sick love infatuation: “Sucker love, this was not heaven sent.”

Bella laid there, a million thoughts running through her mind constantly, overloading her minds constant contemplation with interruptions of a stupid infatuation.
What the fuck is wrong with me she screamed to herself silently so that not even a mouse could hear her pulsating urge to run up to the next person that comes in her face and yell it at them, yell everything, everything that she had ever wanted to say but was unable to.
She hated everyone and everything they did and didn’t do, she hated the fact that everyone that she had ever loved had left her or hurt her or just didn’t give a shit, but hey who does. She hated god most of all for everything that he didn’t do to her for never answering her prayers for depriving her. She hated this feeling HE gave her, this incurable disease it made her sick to the stomach, no matter how hard she tried his image was always in her mind from the first time she saw him. Nothing could take him away from her. He, he was like a rose so many different bits and pieces of him all beautiful and each one unique, each piece hand made by destiny, he was everything to her the one person that she contemplated over, she wanted to scream at him Over and over and over and over until this urge this feeling this insecurity was gone.
But it was like a virus spreading over her whole body so quickly that she didn’t even have time to stop and catch her breath (before it hit her right in the face, and just like any other human you hit them they bleed… and sure enough that’s what happened.)
Black water flowing down her face, sure enough her mascara had mixed in with her tears. Stupid fucking little droplets of water that showed so much of how she felt, the problem was that no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t hold them back.
They flew freely like waterfalls flowing footsteps falling without control plummeting to the hard rocky and rebellious rapids recklessly and carelessly destroying anyone who entered without another thought.
She looked up seeing a bright light coming towards her as she felt a vibrating sensation in her hand as the train lines started rattling. She looked frozen remembering a sight that she had seen not so long ago but no matter how many ways she thought to herself she could not think of how this odd, dingy, unfathomable; piece of junk seemed familiar. .. Flashbacks occurring in her mind, teased and taunted her constantly reminding her how many ways she was in love with this dark stranger of the past. Who disturbed her thought, her dreams, her work and her life she couldn’t remember him clearly; his image had faded in her mind but he was calling to her, she knew he was close she could feel it in her heart it beat so fast for him feeling like it was going to explode at any point.
He was the star in sky directing her where to go, her light when she was lost, she had not seen him in ten years and his place in her heart was being taken over.

Starring at the great ceiling above her, covered with little shinning white specks, she diverted her eyes to the man outside the window. Bella held onto his eye contact for as long as she could, she starred as this familiar stranger seeing eyes that pierced her heart with a thousand daggers. He ran along the side of the train for as far as the rails would let him, he turned around and taking a few steps until returning to his original position, he ran and jumped.
The stranger got up and dusted himself off so carelessly, Bella had not yet seen the strangers face but only his eyes; he was broad and looked somehow young but she was guessing that was not quite true. The stranger walked up to her, smiling he looked at her she knew instantly this was the missing piece to her heart, he was the missing link.
He looked and looked searching for something different but she was the same… identical, not one flaw or imperfection different.
The once little girl that he remembered was no longer that little girl, but almost a woman, whose beauty made him impulsively weak.
She had held onto his hand as he gripped onto hers tightly he could see that she was going through emotion, seeing him. The stranger put his hand on her face; Bella looked down to the floor feeling stupid she didn’t even know him, she hadn’t seen him in years and he was so much older then her, but she felt something incredible for him these words ran through her mind she felt so incredibly stupid like she was ten again.
“You left me, lonely and cold with no one. You packed your bags and without a word you were gone” Bella whispered, the stranger looked with curiosity searching for the right words to say, but none came to him he could not express his anguish. None she would understand .
The stranger looked up taking a deep breath, his eyes converted back to there original position,
Bella looked at him she placed a hand on his face, she looked at him with all the sadness in the world in her eyes she expressed something unnatural, unhealthy, unreal, unimaginable something no words ever written could elucidate.
She leant in so that her lips touched his just barely and whispered,’ you loved her didn’t you.’ He touched her lips gently with his , giving her barely a kiss, barely a touch but just enough to make her whole body tingle with sensation .Bella looked at him the words stumbled out her mouth. “I am ready for love . I’ve always been told watch what you ask for Cause you might receive. But if you ask me tomorrow, I will say the same thing. I am ready for love.”

“Bella, Bella. Miss Aldridge wake up! This instance, Bella’s English teacher yelled at her its time to present your Oral.” Bella looked up half-asleep, realising she had been dreaming she wiped the drool from the side of her mouth and flipped through her English book searching for the right page. All in the midst loosing her train of thought.

Ugh, hum Bella cleared her throat.

A young man
“I once knew a young man,
You could not say I liked him,
I was not his biggest fan,
Everything about him annoys me,
From the way he talks, to his smile,
Evan the way he walks.
No, I could not stand this young man.
Every time im near him, death seems like heaven.
I hate it when he stares,
I hate it when he is right,
I hate his long blonde shaggy hair,
Please god just for a night,
Get him off my mind,
Just for a day outta my sight,
Every me,
Would hate you,
Every, I would love you,
I hate the fact I have to break it down,
And tell ya how I feel,
But it just been,
So Godamn real,
I hate the fact your on my mind,
And the fact you did not show,
I hate the fact that in all the things to come,
Our love did not even come undone,
Because it had never begun.
I hate the long sleepless nights,
Seeing you in my mind,
Im sick of the fights,
I hate you
I hate you.
I hate that I fell so hard,
I hate that each time I try to give you up,
I just break down and cry
A never ending Pain in my head.
I hate that like a fool,
I have been blind,
U know that im selfish,
I hate that you are unkind,
I hate you so much,
That im lost for words to today,
And that’s saying something that,
Im lost for words to say,
Of all the ways,
I guess I do not hate you,
Not even a little, not really a bit, not in anyway,
Never in all my days.

Chapter ten
Severed soul

(In a relationship there is always one person who loves more they are vulnerable and weak they always almost get hurt. They simply just love to much, is their such a thing. When you love someone, you love him or her fully, completely, wholly right? Wrong.)

There was a knock at the door, Bella ran to answer but when she got there no one was to be seen; she looked to the floor and saw a rose an old rose it was dead it had been preserved - dried all its youth had slipped away leaving its dead beauty behind. There on-top sat a note;

What is in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet. So
If I Romeo would, was I not called Romeo?
Retain that dear perfection which I owe.

He walked casually down the street he was wearing a long jacket, jeans and a jumper he ran his hands over his almost smooth head, his hair shaved it felt so different compared to his long curls, his looks still remained in fact with time he was even more attractive. His hands wandered up to his collar as he tried to sink down into his jacket to hide his face. He could not let her see him, this was the only way he was only here on business: in the past three months 15 people had gone missing all linked all the ages between 17-25 all couples, all lost somehow with a story to tell. Ever since that night 17 years ago, he promised that no matter what it took he would stop al that he been done to him from others. History would not repeat itself, and that he had made sure of that, now was his time, he had to know who was behind this. The man was very clever with his work only one body had been found so far, she had cigarette burns imprinted all over her body, he had received three pictures of dead body’s the other three were all marked differently, each dying of a different un-natural cause.
1. Bridget Adams, age 19 cause of death organs replaced with ice-cubes, she froze to death first; and then the sick bastard cut her open.
2. Taj “TJ” O’Connor, age 24 cause of death hooks placed all through his body in place of: arms, legs, nose, ears, eyes, rectum and tongue
3. Jai Smith, age 20 cause of death body cut up and put back together in wrong order: legs for arms, arms for legs.

He couldn’t bear to get her involved, she had already lost almost all of her family, and he hadn’t been there for her in the past seven-ten years, he had not been apart of her life; he had hoped she would forget, forget all about him, But his memory stayed strong in her mind. Constant to the day she had tried to replace the thought of him with other men anything to escape for a while, a minute, a second to steal her away from her own thoughts, her covetousness. He had been hurting for so many years, he closed his eyes and imagined his arms around her now, he wanted to whisper through the air “I’m thinking of you, I never stopped not once, Bella all that I have done I have done it for you, if I have once ever broken your heart I have broken my own a million times worse. I have felt a pain that you will never know, no man no thing could ever break a heart like yours.”
He couldn’t imagine her being more beautiful then she was now, she’ll get over it she will, someday someone, someone will love her just as he loves her and then he the stranger in her heart will be nothing soon but a distant and hollow memory; which faded in the dark. Finally the light will turn off and she will break his heart just as he has broken hers, all of nights he went away.

Bella ran to the window searching out to the world below, through the mysterious faces of the people below, looking for the stranger. She failed she could not see him, this dark mysterious stranger of her past and present dreams, he came to her every night, he soothed her severed soul. She used to wish that he would tell her this is it, this was what he wanted that she was what he wanted. She had learnt along time ago that that would never happen. Bella felt her eyes close, she felt a warm softness on her skin, she blurted his name turning around and reaching into thin air. Finally she opened her eyes to find she was reaching into the nothingness that appeared in front of her.

Bella drove as far as she could, she had to get away… Far away
She drove up the drive way, she got out the car to see a stranger sitting on the swing facing the opposite direction, She walked up to him slowly, the stranger turned around and starred, the rose in his hand fell to the floor.
Bella froze completely, utterly it was him and this time she wasn’t dreaming it was for real. She was in an imaginary world, all she ever thought about was love it infatuated her,( love she thought love what is it? In Fact There are three stages; The “Lust” stage, which is driven by sex hormones testosterone and oestrogen, it gives people the urge and confidence to throw themselves into a physical relationship, then during the “attraction” stage, we become almost obsessive-compulsive, were love struck we cant think of anything else. Finally the “attachment” stage during which two hormones are released into the body - oxytocin and vasopressin. It’s this jump from attraction to attachment that makes the difference in just sensual feelings and true romance,) Quoted anthropologist Helen fisher Bella’s favourite author , these words was what Bella believed love to be, she had been told that “ Escorts and Hookers have the only honest relationship with a male.” she had been told this on numerous occasions by Seth, you see she did not understand that their was not a connection between fantasy and reality. But this, this was real more real than any sensational feeling that you could imagine. This was love, this was how it was meant to be, this was what she wanted so much, a million hearts would be hurting, because they loved her, but just like him, he the stranger who seemed not to exist finally stood there real, real as the day and as the moon that shines to bring us light.

For a while she had thought that he was a contemplation of her mind, something made up. He who had not existed in her mind but only in her heart was he real, in her mind and heart? She was going to get through this she wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t sure how but she would , he was their now. For a while she stood, not moving but still as the night; she starred into his eyes for what seemed forever not showing an emotion or a care, not even a glimpse of a reflection.
Just a thought “that for tonite, one night her body her soul was his.” the words played over in her mind, she couldn’t get the words out of her head they played over a millions times until finally, without a thought she did ; she lifted up his shirt to reveal scars all over his back and one on his chest. There was two options this could be goodbye or just the beginning.
It was so hard for him to just say sorry. She had been through so much even after all this time he still haunted her mind, the best thing was to just not get involved again, he was always in trouble, he brought so much trouble with him what happened next he didn’t want to know, the police were still searching for him; he was a wanted man for murders he did not commit

After all he was only the ACCOMPLIS.

chapter eleven

Riddles Of The Mind

Inferno
When the rejection inside is tempted to talk.
When the time comes around, to blurt it all out,
To make a promise which leaves you lonely either way,
You know your screwed.
That its time to pay,
You stand your ground,
You don’t know really want to know the truth ,
But that’s what will make your day.
For better or worse, you’ll never hear the truth I claim.
Never understand the time, is to become the pain.
When your all alone, your heart shattered in two.
You realise your lost and you cant find your way,
And it was the rejection calling your name,
Not the trees, all screaming in pain.
When the truth is near, but ya time is up.
When the rejection inside is tempted to talk,
When your mouth wont open,
And your all outta rage,
You remember that you left it to her.
All alone and deceived, she sat in the ground,
You tried to help, but she just wouldn’t turn round.
So you ran around and around,
To find there was nothing. Not even a soul.
No reflection recorded.
You heard the clock tick,
You knew it was time,
When even the clock retorted. To what was left behind
When the rejection says its time to talk,
But ya so overwhelmed
Your up to your knees.
Deception and passion took what was left,
Took you right over,
That you were blind to what was theft.
You feel your heart pumping,
How can that be,
When there’s nothing inside,
No time to reflect, not even a breath.
Everybody’s moving, nobody’s choosing,
Starring at the ceiling,
Its time to let go,
Scream it all out, but the gates wont open,
To get to where you need to go.
You say goodnight, when the point is right
In front of you .
It has been forever, but the rejection is blind.
The lights are on but nobody’s home,
Your breathing,
But only because you have to.
You think you found the cure,
To the innocence you left,
That once was pure,
So you left the rejection, All alone and neglected
Now its tears will cause an inferno.

The light turned red, Owen slowly put his foot on the brake; when the music cut out the lights are on but nobody’s driving, when you disappear in the blink of an eye. Not even a refection recorded, your shadow is lost, left behind. In what’s left of time to come, all your thought become numb; the difference between what’s real and what’s not is last to come undone. In what seems to be a fantasy you find is really reality and what was reality was just a fantasy. So when you became a desperado not deserving to be outlawed. You find that your passion is just the lust that you feel enough to share with just one other, and that your lust is just a form of a lover that comes out in that other, you realise that your love is a dead end to what once was passion which has turned into deception that leads you to never wanting to be with another. Another is just a blanket of lust, passion, deception and lover you hate so much that you want to cover . Bound by lust and deceived by love, this is a lovers tale, his shadow disappeared into the depth of the night without a trace with out a note played he was gone, tranquillity was lost and haste was found, to be found would be against everything their forbidden love had stood for, the world would never understand, so he couldn’t let them see.

Owen woke up freezing and cold soaked to the bone, not a ounce of dryness surrounded his body, his eyes opened slowly so that the images in the room came to life in his mind. He was in a place he did not know; the room had a coldness about it so much that it was not even interesting but quite dull. The room was painted in what seemed to be a dull baby blue or maybe it was just the reflection of the darkened shadows against his eyes, there was a drip in his arm and through his nostrils ran a clear cord down through his throat. Owen looked down to what seemed to be a polka dot blue and white almost flannelette night gown that did up at the back where his bare bottom was exposed for the whole world to see, if he weren’t laying down. He saw a figure in a long white gown like jacket with thick rimmed black glasses and next to him stood a woman in a similarly formed creation of the jacket the man was wearing she had her hair slicked back so tight that you almost couldn’t notice how many wrinkles she’d have if she let her hair down. Owen’s eyes widened to take in all that was in the room, it was odd and looked out of place dingy and unfathomable. Something was not quite right about it, but maybe it was the drugs going to his head; well at least that was what he thought: he felt weak like he couldn’t control his own body.
“ Aghh good morning Mr Aldridge, the man in the lab coat said to Owen blankly with a wrinkled smile on his face that looked forced and fake, but somewhat sincere. Owen looked around once more, but this time even more confused how did they know his name but before his thoughts could be prolonged any further he was interrupted.

Bella watched, as the prostitute caressed Heath’s skin. Heath looked at the prostitute touching her skin revealing her voluminous curves. His hands forcefully thrusted her against him as he looked at her his mouth caressing her. Her hands were fondling with his body, his muscles. She slammed him against the bathroom wall. Hinting what it was they were both their for.
The water of the shower was running. Drop by drop the passion intensified, Heaths hair covered his face, as he wiped it away. He had still not noticed that Bella was standing a couple of metres away from the door way. The prostitute lifted up Heaths shirt, as she turned and stood ever so ironically wet from the water smothering her skin. The water flew freely down their bodies intoxicating Bella‘s mind as the water ran , into the drain below. Their bodies hot and smouldering from the intensifying heat. Heath stood for a couple of moments, he watched as the prostitute touched herself, daring him to come over. He took off his clothes and walked up to her kissing her skin, his hair clung to his face as her’s intertwined with his their hands slid down one another’s body’s in an attempt to create a feeling that was not there, An attempt to forget an old memory. Bella watched as they had sex. The prostitute moaning like their was no tomorrow, Heath turned and saw Bella watching he stopped and froze as if every nerve and muscle in his body had frozen completely, he watched as she slowly turned around and walked out the door, without a care. The only sound remaining was the slamming of the door.

Bella ran, ran as fast as she could and as far away as she could. She didn’t know what to do, or even how to do anything, she didn’t even know her she was controlling her own legs; her mind wasn’t even thinking about it. She felt like even if she said stop they would ignore her and just keep going. Faster and faster she ran until her body was so exhausted that it ached all over. She had tears in her eyes, anyone would mistake it for exhaustion and sweat, but it was only her who knew deep down they were tears of pain. Her heart it pumped faster and faster it beat so hard that it felt that it was going to explode and burst out of her chest, suddenly it felt as if everything was disappearing into thin air slowly one by one until everything around her was what you could almost say was morbid. It was like she was blind but she could still hear, she could hear voices all over they were getting louder and strong so much that it pierced her ears giving her shivers down her back, until she saw something… a memory maybe, but it was not of her own

There was a boy, a young boy maybe 19-20 he was very attractive he was walking away in the rain and a little girl, she was running outside after him where the relentless rain was beating at the ground Bella could see the little girls feet carrying her as far and as fast as they could, the little girl said something, but Bella didn’t quite catch it . As he walked his throat was all tied up and it hurt like hell, Bella watched as he turned around to see the little girl tugging at his coat, again Bella watched the little girls lips move but no sound or face, whatever it was that the little girl told the strange man it got to him. The little girl handed a single red rose to him, he looked at her and broke down in tears.
Words from the mouth, but no sound Bella could not figure it out she watched as the little girl gave him a hug as he knelt on the ground he picked her up and started to walk to where a lady was standing at the door she waved tears steamed down her face as she saw him smiling.

She saw something that was not of her own, that was not her right to look at, but somehow that memory seemed somewhat familiar as if she herself had been their, but it was from another perspective. She didn’t know how but she could relate to the young man, although she couldn’t see any of their faces clearly they were blurred; maybe it was that she had to figure something out before the faces were revealed to her. Before she could hear the voices of truth. Suddenly everything was coming back into light, she could see again, but she was alone in a place surrounded by trees, she felt lost and deserted until she heard something, screaming in pain, “ Bella” she thought she heard it say, she ran towards the noise, forgetting every thought in her mind, loosing all control of her body until she saw it, not what was calling her name or…the trees all screaming in pain, that’s when she realised it was her screaming aloud, to what she would soon see.

Owen felt a cold shiver all the way down his back, as dampness surrounded him. This was the second time that he had woken up feeling nauseous and confused he had, had another dream that had happened to him for as long as he could remember the day that his father took his mothers life. The shivers went through him like knives in the back it escalated through his whole body again and again until he couldn’t take it anymore so much that… his thoughts stoped everything was still in his mind yet there was a piercing noise coming from somewhere. He could hear them screaming as if all hope had been striped from them and all that remained was to scream it all out, Owen felt he could almost relate to whoever it was, it was as if they had nothing worth living for yet they were still breathing, only because they had too; it was like a numbness had taken over, like he connected and felt every ounce of pain they felt… then he realised that it was not someone else who had been screaming, but it was him. The noise echoed through his whole body, he couldn’t stop. His jaw clicked up and down as if he was screaming in agony, the excruciating pain swelled through out his body as he felt something wet slide down his face, he wondered if it was blood. He was wrong they were tears, of what he did not know there were so many things that they could of represented but it was too soon to tell.
He heard footsteps they were echoing throughout his whole head, he could still hear himself screaming in pain, everything around him started to go black everything in the room around him was disappearing, but still he could hear voices all around him there words echoed in his head. Until everything was black, that’s when Owen felt his jaw click shut

Owen found himself looking at a memory, something that was not of his own, there was a car it was travelling at unimaginable heights of speed it was getting faster and faster. Owen watched as the four people in the car froze loosing all life; as if all the blood pumping around their body suddenly froze. The two cars were edge on edge, when Owen turned his attention to the car on the left, there were two people inside a young man and a girl, Owen’s pupils dilated and his mouth opened once again, he was screaming, the young girls name who was in the front seat. He watched as the car to the right a Morris 1100 glided on the rubble road as if on ice, the racing stripes of green and white flickered in his eyes.
The car to the side came to a halt, the stripes on the car looked as if they had just flown off, it was only then that Owen turned his attention to a red light so bright blinding by just the sight, he was still screaming only this time he could make out the words “ Bella” she couldn’t hear him, he watched as the young man sitting in the front seat whose concentration had been on the other car and not the light starring at him so brightly from just above Owen watched as the young man slowly turned around, the girl was trying to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out, her lips where moving but no sound did they make, until the light that was deceiving caught the young mans eyes, he felt a sharp blow, like his heart had been torn out, when he realised his nerves froze up he and could not move.
Owen was screaming louder and louder, trying to reach into what was just thin air, until something restrained him. The young man was blinded by the sight of the light so bright he froze completely and utterly, it was almost to late when come back to life; His foot hit the brake hard, with force and with mite, the steering wheel jerked straight to the side. As there body’s flung forward straight to the sight of a Frate train, starring them right in the eye. The car came to halt, there bodies flung back, Bella looked up to see a sight of a man out his front window, starring with glee. Owen looked around as Bella passed out, this was not his vision to see, but a clue in disguise. He tried to reach in , he wanted to save her, when he realised this world this simple life is not at all what it seems, this was just fantasy not his reality to see. Bella realised that all she had seen was just a fantasy that seemed like reality up to this point in time, in front of her was a sight that she had only just remembered, as if she had subconsciously tried to forget the sight deliberately pushing the thoughts out of her mind.

In just an instance Owen realised that everything that surrounds you, everything you see can be torn away from you and altered to show you all you really want to see.

Chapter twelve

The minds Infatuation

Never say the things you do,
Never be who they think you are,
Only hide behind the mask,
That hides the unfathomable truth.
The never ending story,
That shows, no happy ending
But only to prevail,
Your minds constant thought.
Never see through your soul,
Never to be what you are,
Only judged by a word, The seemingly Truth.
Never to think a thought,
That no one has ever felt,
Never to say a word that ,
Has never been spoken.
Never to understand,
Your pain,
Will take their time.
Never to take a breath,
That has never been breathed before.
I am the stranger at the door.
Your lover in the night,
I am the one who will take everything, you fought.
I am the one,
The one you never saw,
I am the shadow in the night,
I am the light that holds you tight.
I could be anyone, anywhere anytime,
After all I’ve felt ,
Every emotion you’ve ever thought.
The difference is.
I am you and you are me,
You were the one who left me neglected, well apology not accepted,
Not until my heart is collected.
I am the tear drop on your face.
You ask who am I?
Think a thought,
And read my lips,
Don’t let the paper deceive,
Your minds precious thought.
Look into its soul, and you will see,
I am every you and every me.

Bella laid their on the bed, her eyes slowly coming back into the real focus of what was reality, lying blankly in front of her, had she dreamed everything that had happened was it only a figure of her imagination?
Did her mind only show her what she really wanted to see, did it not care how it made her feel. Did her mind only care about itself not how her heart felt, did it not care that her heart was slowly breaking. Finally when her eyes had come into focus she saw Heath standing by the end of the bed with a smoke in his hand, it filled the room with a musky essence.

Who was the man that she saw? did she dream it? Words slowly trembled out of her mouth without thought “hh..how “ …..“You fell” He looked at her slowly uttering the words while a silence filled the room.
She reached up into the nothingness that had always been in front of her; the nothingness that had always surrounded her, that had secluded her hearts unfathomable numbness to shatter into a shade of a million pieces, that would mockingly float up in the air into 48 shades of red. He stood and looked at her, glimpsing for ever just a moment into the silence that had slowly caressed the nights deceitful cry.

She watched as he watched her watch him, he slowly lifted his head up towards the ceiling above, his hands reached up and as he placed them behind his head, and started twiddling his thumbs together and he brought his hands down in front of his face. Bella slowly sat herself up, watching his every move his body was tightening, he was becoming nervous, he always did that when he pulled his sleeves over his hand.

Heath, was boyishly handsome, the complete opposite of Owen, he had long wavy brown hair that always swept over his face and covered his eyes , his eyes were not quite brown or hazel but a variation of both that blended together, he had a pale complexion and faded freckles across his cheeks that you could only notice when he titled his head on an angle. His body was slightly built in certain areas, his biceps were his main attraction, and his shoulders were broad, but overall he was just right not too lanky and not over done. He had these dimples that, seemed to only be imprinted on one side of his face, like creases in pants, they were engraved and refused to be straightened out.

His eyes looked at hers as he slowly wondered up towards her he was still twiddling his thumbs together as he played with a black wrist band that sat between his hands as he nervously looked up, this was the side of Heath that Bella hadn’t seen since she first met him, shy, sweet, innocent you know the type. It hardly ever came out anymore, but he was so sincere so genuine so un believably unimaginably gorgeous when he was like this.
He lent in and kissed her cheek.

Owen woke, again coming into reality this time he was in a different room, it was slightly more eloquent in colour and captured the attention of your eye, Owen lifted himself up gradually. He looked down and ripped out the tube tapped to his wrist and slowly paced himself over to the small dismal window that appeared to the side of the room.

Rain was sliding down the window, trickling down until it hit the ground disappearing into one of the many cracks, then seeping into the earth, to never be seen again. He placed his hand on the window, feeling the dampness caress his skin, his attention was alerted, behind him stood two doctors, the same as he had seen earlier that evening, Dr Shaun Michaels and Dr Lia Davies stood behind him, patiently waiting for him to realise he was not alone in the room.
After five minutes had passed Dr Michaels cleared his throat, “ ughh-hmm”
Owen turned around once again to find he was not alone.
“The rain, he started but trailed off as a picture hanging in the far corner of the room captured his attention, there was a young woman standing the deep blue sky in the background, her hair long and curly it was the colour of chocolate, her skin slightly bronzed, her eyes so full of life, she was smiling, for Owen that was the first time that he could ever really remember his mother smiling.

Bella reached her hand up to where Heath had kissed her, she had only just realised he was still looking at her through his hair being in his face, she hadn’t noticed. His hands slid up her leg.
He was touching her thigh and kissing her neck. Bella opened her eyes “ The last kiss may have taken my breath away, but it was the words that took my heart.” As flashbacks of Heath and the prostitute intoxicated the every image that dared to escape her mind. Heath looked up confused, “ The only honest relationship a man will have in his life is with a prostitute.”

He looked at her, now knowing that she had remembered what had happened earlier on that evening. “ It’s……” Heath tried to think of something to say but he couldn’t. “ its..it..its what Heath?” Heath looked up and with that stupid fucking boyish smile whispered gently in Bella’s ear “ If you make him your everything, when he leaves you, you are left with nothing.”

She sits their and laughs as he places salt into an old wound, he is only a baby a little boy, who’s ego had been damaged now as he realises he has stumbled over, he tries to pick himself up as if nothing had ever happened.

“ You know what Fuck you, it’s over, I’m not going to waste my fucking time with your stupid fucking little games. And you want you want to know something, Bella paused to enjoy her sheer satisfaction… You didn’t even make me come. “ She paused for a second after the words had tip toed out her mouth, realising what she had said, she felt a tingling sensation of regret, but then she thought to herself… If I didn’t mean it why did I say it. Why. What was the reason, why is it that whenever we consciously think about something, we over analyse it, and panic. What is panic, terror, fright, fear, loosing control or is it really that we are just scared, of what will happen the day when he wakes up and realises that he never loved you.

Chapter thirteen

The aftermath of the prostitute
What’ inside a meaning;
What is the reason, why can we never just be happy with what we have, instead of always and continuously wondering if the grass is greener on the other side. The truth is we will never really know, what we have until we lose it, even then we are naive to what was starring us right in the face. We become angry volatile, we hate them, yet if we truly hate them why are they constantly on our mind, why do we waste emotion on something that we claim to hate, or is it that this so called hate is really something else, I mean isn’t the antonym of hate love? Hate and love will always share a connection, so if we hate them does that mean that we really love them? I guess in Bella’ s mind her hate was love. Bella watched as she waited for a reaction, truly not knowing what had just happened, why she had opened her mouth, why she even bothered in the first place.

Heath looked away, his emotions were reaching to a climax. He felt like he was actually going to hurt her. “ Heath.. I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No, don’t worry about it, just leave it OK.” “ Heath, please I didn’t mean it to come out how it did.” Bella said as she went to grab Heath’s hand but he pulled away “Just leave it, its to late.” “ there will never be anything between us again“ The words tore through her like knives. “ Heath, please Bella said with tears running down her face, im sorry, im so, so sorry.” she whispered. “ Don’t be sorry, you never meant anything anyway, you were only ever a joke some fun. You never meant a thing.” Heath mumbled as he only looked away, he did not get up and leave the room, he did not move over he stayed. Motionless, to what it was that he really felt.

“Heath, I just thought that, with that girl… Bella trailed off realising that she didn’t really know what she meant, or let alone what she wanted, had she said what she said to hurt him or because that was how she truly felt, What was the point in being in a relationship that is not even a proper relationship, where you both have had feelings for other people, but you don’t want to be with that person. What is that feeling that connection that makes you stay with that one person who drives you physically and mentally insane, the person that brings all your self esteem right down and throws any self respect that you have left right In your face. What is the point, in trying to make them understand how you feel, when you are only just trying to convince your self of how you think you should feel about them. Do we ever really know how we feel and when we do is it to late? What was this feeling this state that he put her in, a feeling of uncontrollable emotion and passion.

She didn’t know, why she cared, why she had tears falling down her face, ten minutes ago he wasn’t even on her mind.. It was Owen. And now at the thought that she may have lost him, he’s there stuck, glued refusing to leave. She watched herself as words she didn’t even know she had felt for him, were coming out of her mouth. Why did she CARE? It was Owen that had been all that she had wanted, she had been with him, and he treated her like something unimaginable. So why was she sitting here, upset over a little boy who didn’t even know what he wanted to start with. That’s when it happened, the radio turned on “ Every time we lie awake. After every hit we take all the feelings that I get, but I haven’t missed you yet. Every roommate kept awake, by every sigh and scream we make, All the feelings that we get. But ,I still don’t miss you yet. Only when ,I stop and think about it, I Hate Everything About You. Why do ,I Love You??????”

Bella stopped and listened to the words, at last they made sense, she just wanted to let everything go and forget. But that was what dreams were made of, and this had been to good to be true right from the very beginning.
Did everything that used to matter to her, really matter at this point in time. What was it that truly mattered, Heath?
Could there be a chance, could there be a moment a possibility for her to just freeze for everything that mattered to just disappear, shatter and if it did would she be able to put the pieces back together again?
Heath was still sitting beside her oblivious to the thoughts running through her mind. Bella placed her arms around him, in an attempt well she didn’t really know. He let her stay, for just a while a moment, and then pulled away. What were his thoughts in that moment that he held onto her to. Where his actions meant to speak louder then his words or was this all a game? “ “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand Heath, why did you say all those things if you never meant them, if I was only ever a game? Come on Heath be a man Is there something that you want to tell Me?“ Bella screamed at him.

A silence filled the room, as they sat there uncouples to how they really felt.“ YOU, never MEANT anything.” he looked at the floor as he spoke the words to her. “ Just leave me, bell.” “ I’m not leaving you, im still your friend, and this isn’t you.” “ Yes it yes bell.” he looked at her and spoke the words without meaning. “ No, its not Heath, you don’t just tell someone that you want to be with them or that you love them and not mean it. Ha you can tell yourself it didn’t mean anything , but I know it did, and so do you“ He said nothing. “ So come on Heath, look at me . ‘ I tell every girl ,I love them it’s a game, I just cant help it it’s who I am’ again he didn’t look at her.

Look me in the eyes and say it never meant a thing. “ Heath looked up and mumbled “ It was nothing, you were just another girl, his voice soft his eyes never once looked at her until he had finished. “ “ See you cant even fucking look me in the eye.“” Bella, just leave it.” “ NO, Heath im not , just going to fucking leave it, if you want to leave it so fucking bad …Well get up, and leave then, go on Fuck off , get the fuck away from me!, Leave.” He sat there, his sleeves over his hands his hair in his face and his pride on the floor. “ Baby come here, im sorry.” he grabbed Bella by the hand as she went to get up and leave. “ I never meant any o f it, you just really hurt me with what you said.”

Bella looked back at him, his eyes seemed so genuine so loving so caring, she didn’t even think that this could be an act, the thought didn’t even enter her mind, and for once in her life she was going to wish that it had. “ Baby im sorry, I love you.” Heath whispered, as he gently kissed her neck. Grabbing her as she was pulling away unsure weather this was what she wanted, should she be a fool and continue to try to be with someone like him, someone so young, so unsure of how he felt but she knew if she didn’t shed be longing for this heart ache to stop and it would never been the same if he left now. “ I know, I just..” Heath looked back at her and took the words right out of her mouth “ you don’t believe me when I say ,I love you. And it really hurts me, it actually hurts me inside that you don’t believe me, I mean what’s the point in us if you don’t trust me. Bella placed her head on Heath’s chest, “ Bella, what’s wrong.” “ nothing” Bella replied unsure if she really was upset or if it was a figment of her imagination. For she knew that tonight would the last night he would love her, it would be tomorrow that he would wake up and realise never did.

Heath, looked over to Bella, she was asleep next to him, his arms were around her, his mind went blank for a while. He watched for a while, as she slept, not quite knowing exactly how it was that he really felt about her. He didn’t know how to show what it was that he felt, he hated her sometimes, she drove him completely insane, but then other times he loved her. He didn’t know what to think anymore, he didn’t want to be in a relationship with her anymore, but somehow it felt right when he was with her. He looked at her, he couldn’t take it he felt such immense guilt. He got up and walked away. He went to the shower, he ran the water, seeing images of him and Bella and the prostitute, Heath placed his hand under neath the water he let it flow against his hand for a while before, he splashed the water against his face, he shut his eyes, only this time seeing images of Bella. How can that be he was so sure that he wasn’t in love with her, but something kept drawing him back to her. “ I’m back were I stared gain’ Heath whispered to himself. He constantly thought of her, and yet he constantly criticised her, making fun of her, not even he knew why he did this. He wanted to be away from her, and yet he didn’t want her to leave. She had a hold on him. The water of the shower ran down his body, he placed his hand up against the wall, his mind for just one instance blank and him as lonely as a traffic light in the middle of the desert . His pride stood around his feet, his heart like the water, flowing down the drain.. We could have worked things out he said over and over in his heart, his mind saying only loneliness and emptiness is ahead. She made him feel, different then he had ever felt, in a way he loved to hate her, she drove him constantly insane, she was over bearing to a point that could live the rest of his life not ever needing to see her, but on the other hand she was everything he wanted, it felt right so right with her, she was the one, that was when he opened his eyes and realised that he had to stay and give their love another chance, just for one more day. Heath hadn’t realised how long he had been in the shower until he walked out to find, tiny diminutive pieces of shattered glass scattered across the floor, his heart sank into his chest, he realised that it was her who had woken up and realised She never in fact really loved him.

Finally when at last Bella was alone, her thoughts were her own, he was not their to interrupt or conclude anything that had been on her mind. “She sat their all alone and deceived.” Her heart hurting, un continuously again, it was something she was used to by now, the pain never did really seem to go away.
She was sick of always having to put on a happy face and having to pretend she was ok when really, she wasn’t. There was this pain this sudden feeling of distress, she was going crazy and she didn’t know why, I guess the pain from Owen had been brought up again through Heath. She needed to just get her every thought, every memory of him out and away from her. She had been a fool for far to long, and she wasn’t about to apologize to any one for it. She had finally realized that he was not who she thought he was, no one ever really turned out to be who she thought they were.

She was going crazy, sitting here waiting, wanting to know what was it that he was going to do next. Was it her that he had ever, really wanted? Was it her that made his heart beat? Did she give him that feeling where you feel your heart beating so fast it feels as if it will explode any second? Was it her that he thought of? Was she on his mind; did he often wonder if she was thinking of him the way he thought of her? Was she everything he had ever dreamed of? H ad he had enough time to think? Was it her that he was thinking of? He said that he loved her surely that had meant something right? Wrong!

Just because a guy says that he loves you, doesn’t mean that you are his true love, a guy will say anything to get what he wants. But then on the other hand how are you meant to know if they really mean it?? Theirs just not some hand guide that says 101 ways to know if your man really does love you. So when they do say it whether it be after a week , a month, a year or even an eternity, how do we know that they mean it, and what happens if they do mean it and we don’t believe it, wont that just fuck the relationship up. But then even worse when we do finally believe it, it’s so some sleazy asshole, who only wants a good time, you know the type, loving, caring, sweet, shy when you first meet them and then in a week their fucking assholes. What is the point of that word, how can something so small, so meaningless have a world of meaning. Why do we sit and constantly contemplate God when is it going to be my turn???? Wen, lord When, when it gon be my time??? And then when the lord gives us what we want we don’t believe it, or we fuck it up.

So I ask you, what is the point in having someone say “I love you” what does it do, what is so fucking special about it? any tom, dick and Harry can say I love You and we would believe it. But when that true love comes along, the kind that burns deep in your soul; leaving you wanting more and more it fills you up so much that it hurts, we don’t believe it we let it fade out as quickly as it came along. You know the type, like lightening in the sky it electrifies you, catching you off guard, burning a hole deep in your soul. Their image in your mind and it will last forever but just as quickly and as amazingly this lightening struck it can be gone in an instance. This is the love that we choose not to believe in, not to believe them say those three simple words that can tear your whole world apart. So why is it that Bella just couldn’t believe Heath when he said ,I love you. Did he mean it, she didn’t know, and she’ll never will.

The point was, if he didn’t mean it them why say it, why say something that you don’t mean, everything we do even things we regret we mean, after all if we didn’t, why would we do it. And isn’t the real reason that deep down their truly is some meaning to every stupid little thing we do. And even when we stuff and we hurt those around us, because of our own stupid selfish needs, it has meaning. So how can being in love and expressing the way you feel, change everyone’s entire perception of what meaning is???????????????????????? What is meaning, do we even know? How can we say something and not know the meaning or the reason behind it, we said it so surely somewhere deep down we know what the meaning was. We could have worked things out she thought, , loneliness was ahead and emptiness was behind, what was she to do, what was she to think, she didn’t even know who she was anymore. And sure enough she would be the poor bitch left to pick up the pieces once again but nevertheless should she give the love a chance for one more day. Isn’t love about taking time, was this love or lust , was she just talking from a broken heart, was her heart really broken or was it a figment of her imagination, how can our hearts even break? What is it that, made her heart hurt, how our bodies to that can, or was it all in her mind. She had to be with him, she wanted to be with him, she had to be back with him. How could she just let him fall straight through her hands, a love just doesn’t build itself over night, it doesn’t. It takes time. So why was she giving up on their love or lust whatever it was at the first sight of trouble. Or was it that they both only wanted the relationship because it was over?

Bella got up, she ran her hand through her hair, as images of Heath and the prostitute ran constantly through her mind. Tears stumbled clumsily down her face like polluted black water leaving streaks of black behind. Bella looked into the mirror, she couldn’t stand the sight of herself, she picked up the book beside her and threw it into the mirror. Glass shattered everywhere; insignificant pieces of glass flew across the room, shinning in the light like diamonds. She ran her hands through her hair once more and she fell to the floor, the glass cutting her feet. Her heart beat, she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t make a noise. She let her tears fall freely, they ran down her skin and onto the floor below. The floor it shimmered in the light, the glass almost made it look beautiful, it looked seductive and dangerous. Bella looked up, from having her head between her knee’s, their on the mantelpiece sat a picture of her and Heath. She got up without a thought, behind her closing the door to a memory she would hope to loose. As Bella walked in the luring and misleading presence of the night, she felt a drop of water hit her shoulder, the rain it started beating down relentlessly, for what seemed like an eternity ‘ Oh for fuck sake, she screamed until she froze looking up towards the sky, the rain flew down her body freely without a care, it was almost liberating.

It saturated her seeping into her skin, the rain ran over her as she out stretched her arms and span in the rain like she was a little girl catching the rain in her mouth. Bella closed her eyes, from the intoxicating lights of the night, her mind empty, she felt droplets of water hit her face only to roll down her entire body caressing every inch of her, slowly until she felt herself hit the ground, Bella opened her eyes to find a young man holding his hand out to her; the stranger below. Bella sat and studied him for a moment, he was wearing jeans a t-shirt and a formal jacket, his skin was dark, Bella mind was overloading with thoughts when she realized he was still standing with his hand outstretched.
Bella looked up at him, smiling only slightly realising that she was in her pajamas and they had gone see through. Bella out stretched her hand to his shaking it she said, ‘I’m Bella’ she with drew her hand and lifted her self up. For a moment or two they stood their both oblivious to one another’s worlds, it was like they were from two different planets. He reached out his hand once again and said ’ Im James’ after a few moments of what was complete silence.

‘May I ask, why you were um… spinning in the rain.’ he gestured to the rain as he spoke his words. Bella went slightly red from this, forgetting that he had seen this. ‘ I.. Um’ Bella started but could not finish ‘ it’s ok, im sorry that was rude of me to ask.’ he said and a few moment of unfathomable silence. ‘ ‘James‘, she whispered. As he went to turn and leave, she watched as he turned and looked while the rain floated down his body, the lights from the streets glistening around him, the wind stood still.
He watched as she stood still to the night, her hair clinging to her face, the rain beat down heavily at her feet, their was something beautifully seductive about the way she stood, the water flowing down her body, he turned back towards her and said ‘my friends call me JR.’ Bella reached out her hand, as she kneeled on the ground forcing him to copy her. They laid side by side on the ground, not needing to know more than a name; they found a comfort in one another.
As they laid side by side, two complete strangers who were only caught up in one another’s world. James looked to the side of him, he saw her this stranger, laying starring into the rain falling softly onto her skin. He did not know who she was or even where she came from, but he wanted to know everything about her, he watched on as she caught him looking at her, his eyes had studied her body 100 times over. Bella looked at this man, laying next to her, she smiled gently at him catching him looking at her, she laughed gently to herself.

He laid, contemplating what would happen next, his arms outstretched next to hers, her felt her hand gently brush against his, sending a bolt of electricity down his body- tingling with sensation his hand outstretched to hers he held onto her hand, without daring to even look at her he smiled as his heart beat un-controllably fast. Bella, looked at him but he was not looking at her, only holding her hand with his, she felt water flow down her face, her she was again, stuck into a situation she did not know how to handle, should she leave now, leave him contemplating over her, or did she stay and fulfill her own contemplation but would that leave her wanting him.
Bella shut her eyes, and saw Heath in her mind; she was back from where she started again. Back to the beginning of a complicated situation, that would just end I n tears.
Bella removed her hand from his, she got up kissed him gently on the cheek, smiled and started to walk away. She turned to see him, still laying. Not moving, the rain still falling freely, he smiled gently to himself as he too got up and walked away.

Forever, they would remember each other, and although they had not said goodbye or even hello, this was only the beginning, of whatever it was that their imagination could create, all they have to do is dream and they can see each other, this was the start of something new.

Bella walked in the rain, laughing silently to herself, the street lights above flickering ahead, her body caressed by darkness and light.

Should I stay and talk. Or will this relationship just fall to pieces, Heath thought to himself as Bella walked back into his life again, only this time dripping wet.

She looked at him, “ What, do you have a starring problem?” she said as he stood in front of her starring at her up and down, he had shorts and no shirt on, his body still glistening from his shower, he looked so god damn fine, his hair swept over his face, his shoulders so broad his back arched. Bella looked up and down at him, she walked into the bedroom and sat down, ’’Fatty” he called out after her as she walked away, she walked back up behind and hit him, Heath grabbed her wrists he pinned her up against the wall as he kiss her neck, she pushed him to the floor and kissed him, Heath clamped Bella on top of him, as she kissed him. They pulled a blanket over them, they fondled with each other for ever just a while, before Heath took off her shirt, he slid his hands down her body touching every part of her that he really wasn’t meant to, Bella grabbed onto his hand quickly as he went to touch her again, he looked at her and kissed her on the mouth quickly sucking on her bottom lip, her hand released his and went to hit him, just as he knew she would; this allowed him to once again touch her in a way he wasn’t meant to, she looked at him slightly pissed off, but the man did know how to please a girl with his hand.
She let him, just for a while, a moment you could say she took the pleasure out of it and then made him stop ’ please baby’ he would whisper in her ear and she would mimic back ’ baby, baby, baby ’ he would laugh. He threw the covers off of them as he threw her on top of him, she kissed his neck, a spot that always hit him in the wrong place, she couldn’t help but laugh silently to herself as she watched him slowly become aroused, no fuck that it was hilarious to watch him, amused by him and slightly engrossed by his boyish charm, he was gorgeous to watch as he would smile cheekily at her , whilst grabbing her hand and placing it on his body , she would laugh and kiss him gently as she could feel him against her, he was how you could say fully complete now, and Bella took satisfaction out of the fact that she still had that control over him, for a while she had forgotten that he was in the room too and she had sat their thinking about him , he had been watching her the whole time, he looked at her trying to figure out what it was that she was thinking about, she looked at him as she got up and wrapped her arms around him, she pushed him onto the bed and kissed him, Heath pushed her closer to him so that their bodies were moulded together, he thrusted up against her, Bella laughed at him, he stopped what he was doing, ‘ what’ she said, ‘ oh nothing I was just thinking’ ‘about what, if your making fun of me again, I swear I’m going to kill you!!!.’ ‘ no I’m not’ he laughed at her, as he kissed her gently on the lips, and gently bitting her bottom lip, ‘ Ow, you’re a dick.’ Bella went to hit Heath as he grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head holding her hand in his ‘ you know you love me.’ Bella blushed slightly at this remark whispering so he only just heard her ‘ now it is that you say you want me?’ Heath kissed her neck, running his hands down her face to her neck down to her stomach, he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around him, he looked at her for a moment wondering what could happen. He ran his hand up her leg, to her thigh pushing her more against him. ’Geeez, Heath for someone who hates my fat, you seem to be into it right about now?’ Bella laughed at him, ’ what can ,I say my love you suck me in every time’ he replied as her reached down into her pants. Bella grabbed his hand, only this time allowing him to do whatever it was that he wanted. After Heath had gotten what he had wanted he turned around and fell asleep. Bella had had enough, she got up and walked away, and this time it really was goodbye.

Dylan sat and starred at Bella, she was beautiful he thought to himself… Bella saw him watching her from across the room, tall dark skin, he was wearing a country hat, his shirt was black and his jeans were faded his hands looked rough and gentle at the same, she thought about how just one touch from him would electrify every bone in her body, her eyes wandered across the room in his direction she took a drag of her cigarette the sensation making her head spin, her heart was racing as their eyes met she felt a pleasurable sensation throughout her whole body. He smiled at her, Bella turned her head and laughed silently to herself when she felt a warm grip on her shoulder she tuned to see it was him Goosebumps darted across her whole body, she could say she had known him from another lifetime.
He starred at her looking at her immense beauty, her full luscious lips and her golden brown skin her nose small and barely there at all, but most of all it was her eyes that captivated him, so warm so giving they invited him in without a doubt in his mind - he heard a melody playing from the far corner of the room it was bitter and sickly sweet a tale of heartbreak and deception, he grabbed her hand and whispered gently "follow me".

Bella watched as he led her across the room, her feet felt as if they were barely touching the floor, he led her into a beautiful garden that was just outside the pub. She turned to face him as he twirled her around, as the rain gently fell upon them, they danced, their hearts beating in sync for a moment anyone would believe they were in love. he held her so tight, it was almost hard to breathe and sure as the rain started to fall she would always remember him dear. The music was a gentle melody that seem to put her mind at ease for a moment if not even a brief second all her thoughts were blank, it was a relief for just a second to not have a million things running through your mind all trying to escape at once.
And that was when she saw it, the tall dark figure emerging from the shadows again, was she dreaming the thoughts were running through her mind again, for a moment she had to rub her eyes in disbelief was it really her stranger of her night? had he come to save her from her pathetic attempt of a life, she turned back to notice Dylan watching her. "Dylan im sorry" Bella slowly whispered he looked at her slowly bewildered as to why she had to go? had he done something wrong he thought to himself.

Bella turned around and walked away to where she thought her stranger of the night was standing when something touched her arm, Bella jumped slightly as to be perfectly honest it had scared the shit out of her, she tuned to see the piercing blue eyes steering into her's once more. The man in the shadows lifted his finger to his mouth uttering quietly 'shhh" as he grabbed her hand and twirled her around, only to tightly embrace her.
Bella felt goose bumps down her spine as he breathed against her neck r "lock up every entry so there’s no way for me to get in," he whispered gently he could never love her the way she would always want, but for some deloited reason her heart craved and ached for more. She was crazy about him that’s for sure. Nothing was ever easy between them, it was complicated and she was dreading their final moment the fatal error she would make to lose him, she couldn’t bear the thought. He took her hand and looked at her sure she was beautiful he contemplated but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it, he would ultimately break her heart but he needed her. His eyes meet hers and she struggled to breathe wanting to speak wanting to scream so many different emotions she had for him, but the words were not allowed to be spoken this wasn’t easy to be with him on so many different levels but the one she truly wanted was forbidden.
He stood up and took her hand and said "dance with me", she laughed as he took her hand, he placed his hand on her hip, she looked him in the eyes whispering "See me as if you never knew hold me so you cant let go, just need me like you did before please she choked on her words trying to speak the words she had always wanted to say, holding back the tears she screamed ive been waiting for you, to see me the way i see you. to say you just dont want and need me but that you love me PLEASE im the one who wants to love you more now the tears were flowing freely she was angry now she was shouting she knew that he loved her deep down he was just to scared to give her the chance, believe me i can make u see all the things that ur heart needs to know but i dont know how much longer i can wait your so stupid ur an idiot cant u see i can give u everything u need. He stood their speechless, not knowing this was how strongly she had felt about him he brushed her tears away....i i im sorry i cant he bearly whispered as he said the words he saw her heart breaking into tiny diminutive pieces her knees went weak , close your eyes Bella and give me your hand he held her hand to his chest his heart was pounding , can u feel my heart beating Bella, do u not understand????? I do love u but i cant love you how u want me to and i never will im sorry Bella you mean everything to me but i will never love you and we will never be together, but please understand from the first time i ever saw ur face you had my soul not my heart.
Owen looked up finally as he finished uttering the words he never thought would leave from his mouth; he couldn’t look her in the eye and break her heart it was too much. He felt like he was suffocating the the very oxygen around him was diminishing. As he looked into her eyes he saw a change in her she looked numb tears were rolling down her face she was fighting them he could see all the emotion she was going through and couldn’t take it…But what was he to? Walk away and never see her face again? Owen turned to leave he felt her gasp as if she were about to scream.
She watched him turn as if he was turning his back on her forever, the thought that this would be the last time she would ever see or touch him was ripping shreds through her she almost pounced as she grabbed him her eyes met his once again as she felt her lips connect with his not just a brush or a gentle touch she could feel his lips in hers as she felt her body move higher she wrapped her legs around him still feeling his lips upon hers she opened her eyes to see that his were looking directly back at her at this very instance she felt every muscle in her body go weak her heart beat faster; her mind felt as if in that moment her soul was held in his captivity intertwined as one. She could feel his hands grasped firmly on her back; he was feeling every inch of her it was as if they had both completely forgotten about time in this moment every touch would be savored for a lifetime.
Owen opened his eyes to feel Bella’s looking at him her grip on him tightening the passion intensifying as they’re lips truly locked for the first time. He truly acknowledged she was here in this very moment of time he was hers and she was his. His body quivered with anticipation a feeling he had never felt as he pulled her closer would he succumb to her every true desire or hide from every feeling she had ever made him feel; running was all he knew but this passion was undeniable the feeling that he found within her he felt complete it was something he had questioned consistently but at this moment every doubt vanished without a thought all haste was gone his heart was beating in sync with hers as her lips touched his after all she was the only woman that had captured his every waking thought in many years. It was as if he had forgotten what this felt like was he willing to learn to let her in – His hand slid down her back as he lifted her up her legs wrapped around his body her hands on his face the way she bit her lip between each kiss they were aching for more than the moment could provide.
She slid down his body as she felt his hand clasp hers without a thought they ran into the night. They ran as fast as their legs would allow them as the rain surrounded them their bodies drenched and hearts aching for that final moment of truth for every sin they had committed could this be there final happiness even if for a moment all the pain would disappear as they both let go for one night.
Running is a brilliant thing in its moments; the adrenaline surges through your body making you feel somewhat invincible to the aftermath of any actions. They had reached the final destination as Bella stumbled for her keys opening the door into her world she let him in they stood there for a moment in utter silence but with one look it had been decided.
Bella walked up to Owen placing her arms around him she stood on her tippy toes to reach his height she placed her hand on his face and once more placed her lips on his hands ran down her back embracing her he never once took his eyes of her as layer upon layer shredded, the vulnerability as she showed herself for the first time walking up to him she ran her hands up his body slowly shredding his layers and the feeling of skin upon skin became a once true reality their hands interlocked as they both took a breath she felt what she had waited so many years for. Her face grimaced for a moment of true reality she felt every part of him as they interlocked in sync he took her in moving carefully the passion was intensified as she cried his name kissing every part of him.
Never let me go; this was only the beginning a moment of truth that would last a lifetime as he held her in his arms and was never letting go ….at least not for this moment. He had a found a moment of rarity in his life…she was his savior that had never given up.
To be continued...