Revenge: hurt, beat and killed

chapter seventeen

Chapter seventeen-

Miranda’s POV

I woke up in a haze of dizziness and hurt, how did I get cancer, I was perfectly fine until that pain attack. How… why? I woke up, resting my head on Jeremy’s arm who was quietly watching TV. I opened my eyes looking around the room. I found my parents resting on the green love seat couch on the opposite side of the bed. I shifted my self around so I could look up at Jeremy, my hand resting lightly on his chest, “Hey,” I said looking up at him. His head immediately snapped in my direction, An expression of worry sketched onto his face. “Hey,” he whispered, moving a piece of hair from my forehead. I could hear my parents getting up from their seats at the couch and walking towards me. I turned towards them, “Hey baby, I’m so sorry, I should’ve kept it a secret from you,” My mom said, hugging me tightly. My mom isn’t the sort of hugging type of person, but recently she’s been hugging up a storm. I pulled away from her to see her face. She looked… different. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Her usual happy and full of light eyes were now, dull and tired. Her face probably aged about three years in the past week, but my mom was and still is beautiful, she’s the kind of person who could make any one stop and stare. 

“Mom I’m fine, don’t worry, I’m fine, I just sort of, yeah know, overreacted,” I said smiling a little breathless. My dad moved forward and took my cold slim fingers into his warm hands. “Sweetie were here for you,” he said, giving me a stern yet somewhat reassuring look. 

Knock, Knock, Knock, someone tapped the door. “Come in,” Jeremy said, straightening up and pulling me closer. I heard the door open and saw my mom’s mouth drop literally to the ground, I blinked confused, what? What would make me mom…. I turned around and there he was, good looks and all. Brandon with his fists jammed into his pocket. I automatically cringed away, and in an instant Jeremy got the idea. “Why are you here,” he spat shifting his weight so that I wasn’t in Brandon’s point of view, “Because i need to see my girlfriend, who are you to stop love?” he questioned sweetly walking towards my bed and grabbing Jeremy by the wrist. I could feel his hand release from around my waist, and slapped it onto Brandon’s hand. “Dude get your hands off me, and get out,” he said daggers of ice spit at Brandon, “Oh dear well I see I’m not wanted here, I’ll just leave,” Brandon said, quickly letting go of Jeremy’S wrist and spinning around to the other side of my bed and grabbing hold of my hair pulling me closer to him with a gut wrenching yank, making me gasp in pain and automatically put my hand to my head. Swiftly and surely Brandon pulled a knife out and laid it nicely at the end of my throat. “Now Miranda is going to come with me, or she dies,” he said calmly tugging my hair more for me to stand up. I slowly got to my feet, feeling the cold of the tilted floor. “Follow and she’s dead, oh and there’s a little surprise for you to know what I can do,” he said nodding his head towards a gurney that was passing by with a white cloth resting softly over it, “Now let’s go babe, I have a little plan for us,” He smiled and wrapped a hand around my waist and used the other hand to inconspicuously point the knife at my stomach. “Why,” I thought, feeling hot liquid run down my cheeks, as we left the room hearing my mother sob and Jeremy vent quietly, “Oh baby don’t cry I know you miss me, but were back together now and we’re going to have some fun,” he cooed as we walked into the elevator.