Oc Orιɢιɴαl - Kυroѕнιтѕυjι - Booĸ oғ Hιѕтory

Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғᴀʟʟ

'' Please stay with me. . '' Ryan, or Mr. Hellings, asked his wife continuously over and over. He panted heavily and stared into his love's dead eyes as blood dripped onto the floor of the carriage. He put pressure onto the wound, believing that his gullibility would help him. Wheezing still, he kissed his lady's forehead, ''It's going to be alright. .I swear it my love. .'' He then appointed Jackson, most in a stentorian tone, to direct the carriage more instantaneous. The chef whipped the horses more and more for them to oblige the speed he was asked to go.

If you were to be in the carriage, you could feel the passing of the whooshing air flowing; additionally, you was also feel like you were falling off a cliff after every minuscule bulge in the path. Raine's mother was all he had to cherish left of his family. The rest of them had moved on onto other area to spread the business of the Hellings company. The maid, Rosalie, undertook to get him to stop holding her tightly to the least.

''My lord! I want you to please stop holding Lady Hellings' neck so dens-,'' her eyes broadened after feeling the cold grip onto hers. ''BITE YOUR DAMN TONGUE YOU IGNORANT BITCH!! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR STUPID SHIT!!'' He choked her and threatened her body out the window as she gasped for more air. Her eyes creepily, but naturally for them to do, rolled down to his while seeing the fury and fire within it.

Just then, he realized he had hurt a woman. His eyes saddened as he released her quickly to hug his wife, ''I-I. . .I apologize. . .I'm so sorry. . .please just come back . .'' He cried out as tears fell onto her cheeks. Rosalie gained control of her breaths as she managed to crawl to the moving carriage's front to inform Jackson, ''She's dead, Jackson. . .Turn around and head back to the manor, '' she said plainly a bit but mostly sad.

Jackson frowned a bit but then nodded, slowly stopping the carriage to reverse its direction back to the manor. ''Why is this happening to us. . ?'' The chef asked; the maid then shook her head in disappointment, ''I haven't got the slightest clue. . .But I do know one thing.''

''And what is that exactly?''

''There's always a good ray of sunshine coming out the end of a thunderstorm. . ''

Then ironically heard a crack of thunder as Ryan yelled out for his wife.

I shall make this short chapter up with a another one, but longer and more interesting.

I'd also like to say it's hard without the co-writer because she is busy it seems; nothing really can connect the adrenaline-pumping ideas I have planned for the far future events. .