Revenge: hurt, beat and killed

chapter thirteen

Chapter thirteen-

Miranda's POV

It felt like I was floating, weightlessly in a black hole. I reached out and looked at my hands, well tried to at least. But nothing came up, only blackness and sorrow. Why did HE come back. Why did he have to ruin my perfect and normal date, hassle and worry free. I didn't need to worry whether I looked equally as good as him, of course Jeremy is handsome, especially with those rich deep brown eyes. And that unforgettable smile. But Brandon always made sure I looked good enough for him, Jeremy doesn't care what I wear as long as I say yes to dates he's content.

I floated, in mid air, mid darkness. I could hear the voices of Jeremy and Brandon howling in my ears. I could sense the panic that bubbled inside of him. I could feel something... shake? Was the ground shaking? Don't make me go back, I don't want to see him again I don't want to see Brandon again, why does he have to be there with Jeremy, why!

Something felt wrong... I don't feel like myself... I feel weak. But then again I fainted, something hurt though, not just my head, but somewhere in my stomach. I could feel the pain shoot up as I began to rise back to consciousness. Ow! Ow! Jeez, that was it, it felt like someone poking thick needles slowly into my gut. I rose back to consciousness quickly, just like someone rising to the surface of water. I wretched my eyes open and took a deep loud gasp of air, startling the two boys surrounding me. Everything... hurt. Tears welled up in my eyes, I caught a glimpse of Brandon, and all the memories, memories of seeing Laura in the bathtub, and yelling at him came rushing back. I quickly moved away from Brandon, using my hands and legs, and bumped into a muscled body. I looked up to see the friendly face of Jeremy who was red, with tears running down his face and worry sketched into his forehead. I threw myself into his waiting arms, and began to cry gut wrenching sobs. Pain, agony stabbed at my stomach. I gasped, clutching at my stomach. It kept getting worst. It now felt like someone ripping at my stomach with a steak knife. My eyes opened wide, a scream rose up my throat and escaped my mouth. Loud, the scream was loud. Argh! Louder than I thought. Jeremy's arms squeezed me and moved to under my legs lifting me up. "Hon were going to the hospital NOW," Jeremy panicked, moving quickly and gracefully like a panther. "I'm coming with you," Brandon said, as more pain burst into my gut, and another scream escaped my mouth. Both boys flinched, before Jeremy continue. "Don't you dare go near her, stay away from her, and me, leave!" Jeremy bellowed, Authority rang in his voice, making Brandon stop in mid stride, and put his hands up in an apologetic sign. He back away and began walking away. I felt Jeremy sigh, even through the pain that radiated from my stomach. "It will be okay baby, I promise." Jeremy said, before I fainted again.