Torn- A life with risks.

Torn. Part One

Miley watched as her husband walked through the doors of his flight to England. He had gotten a promotion and was ruled to go to London for three months so it would give him a big push to his newly found career path. Miley hated planes and wouldn't go anywhere near one, not for a long time. She always worried about it crashing because of the news. But she smiled anyway at the thought of getting a better opportunity to live her life with the new dosh rolling in. Well so she thought.

She looked down at her ring. Carefully outlining the diamonds with her long fingers. The memory flashed in her head the night he proposed, it was so exquisitely laid out, every inch of that night was perfect right down to the glasses. She looked up when the memory faded from her mind and saw the air hostess close the door to the plan. She felt herself panic as she imagined what would happen if something went wrong with the plane. If it lost control, what would she do without him.

Miley shook her head. Not wanting to get the thought wedged into her mind. So she picked up her coat which was lying on the chair next to her and made her way to her porch. She laid her finger carefully on the newly dried red paint and swept her hand slowly to the other side of the car. It was a gift from her husband a couple of months ago to celebrate their 4 year anniversary. All she got him was breakfast in bed and desert. Miley laughed at the thought of it and slid into the driver seat. She slowly buckled her belt and turned the key quite sharp to feel the energy of the engine flow through her body. She grinned as she revved into 3rd gear out of the car park. It took her an hour tops to get back to her house.

Miley walked through the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She placed her arm in the air and smelt her arm pit. "Eww, I think I need to change" She walked through the double glazing doors into her room and slipped something casual on, looking into the mirror as she done so. Out of the corner of her big blue eyes, Miley spotted something Pink, a colour she's dare not to wear. She turned around and looked more closely at the pink lace, going lower and lower to catch eye level with it. She dared not to touch it, but she wanted to find out who they were and what they were doing in her bedroom. She kept making different assumptions, but only one kept springing into her mind. Nick's having an affair, Miley thought. She gasped at the idea as a tear welled into her blue crystal like eyes.