Revenge: hurt, beat and killed

chapter nineteen

Sorry it took so long to write, ive been busy alot and damn sick... curse you winter... aha anywho it's the second last chapter to the book, if youd like to suggest what youd like to read just leave comments on my wall or on the books. Thanks:) i hope everyone enjoys:)

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Chapter nineteen-

Jeremy’s POV

Lights flashed in front of the window, and a door slammed closed. I walked towards the window moving the sheer white curtain out of the way. What the hell? Brandon was escorting Miranda out of a brand new sports car in damn hot clothes. Where he get money to pay for a car like that and get Miranda a new out fit. What the hell was happening!

Furious I stomped out of the house slamming the door behind me. Miranda’s eyes widen as she finally figured out what was going to happen. Everything from that moment seemed to slow down. I raised my arm in one fluid motion, punching at Brandon’s face hearing a slow and deep crack sound, a tingling feeling began to take over my knuckles. Brandon staggered back but used that to his advantaged, with his right foot he pushed of the ground and knocked me to the off my feet with incredible force sending the wind in my lungs out to the beyond. Brandon swung his arm up in an arc and sent it flying towards my face, lucky I was faster, and moved my head to the left slightly, missing his fist by a millimetre. His fist was suck into the damp soil. I rolled over knocking his legs off me and spinning to my feet quickly grabbing the back of his neck and digging my nails into his skin, letting them sink in nice and deep. Blood swelled up from the wounds my nails made and he let out a loud yell. Brandon yanked his fist out of the dirt with a suction cup sound. Grime and grass loosely stuck on to his knuckles. “Go to hell” I said, twisting my fingers to the side and yanking them out, a gush of blood spurted from the holes I dug into his neck, He screamed in pain putting his hand over the holes in his neck and crossed his knees, With pure strength and spun towards me straightening his knees out and extending his legs at the same time causing him to stand in my direction. “If i go your coming with me,” He yelled with an edge to his voice. In a snap he whipped a six inch long throwing knife at me, spiralling towards my chest. The knife hit with a devastating blow, making my knees give in and drop to the front yard ground. I felt my heart slow down and everything exploded with bursts of pain, agonizing pain. In the corner of my eye I saw Brandon thump to the ground lifeless. “WHY!” Miranda howled, running to my side, and propping my head up with her lap and hands. Her eyes were filled with tears, “Stay with me please Jeremy, stay with me,” she begged. I heard Miranda’s mom dialling 911 on her phone. If I could just stay awake for a few more minutes….

My breath was beginning to come out ragged. I could feel the hot liquid pour from my chest to the side of my body pooling in a large puddle around me and Miranda. “Please don’t leave me,” she whimpered holding my head up higher onto her lap. A gush of liquid took over my throat, making me cough, and cough, and cough, not being able to stop. I could hear the ambulance and police sirens in the distance, getting closer and closer. “Please just stay with me for a few more minutes Jeremy, I can here the ambulance coming, just stay here please!” Miranda begged. Her voice cracking as tears bursted from her eyes. Just seeing her like this broke my heart. I stared into her amazing green eyes noticing the small brown flecks in the color of her eyes.

I hear metal clanking and men shouting, Miranda whipped her head back and let out a long sigh of relief, “Jeremy, there here just stay with me okay? don’t let go of my hand, your almost there.” she cooed, I grasped her hand tightly, I never want to let go. The paramedics put a thick white brace around my neck, and kept pressure on my wound which was hard considering the knife was still in my chest. They lifted me atop the gurney and strapped a pair of Velcro straps around my body. And as all this happened Miranda never left my side, I stared at her seeing relif yet sorrow and worry on her face. “I love you Miranda,” I whispered, a goody grin emerged from her lips and from then I knew everything was going to be okay.

Brandon’s POV

The whole family left in the ambulance with Jeremy, Including Miranda. I guess no bothered to check if I was still live. I stayed down until the last of the police men left. Blood still gushed from my neck and I had to hold down the five large wounds. I cant believe that devil managed to dig his nails and fingers into my neck. I’m surprised I’m not paralyzed. I stood up wobbly using my spare hand to help me get up from the slick dirt. I limped to the front door of Miranda’s house, opening the door with my hand. What idiots, leaving the door open. I moved towards the kitchen dazed, feeling the pain worsen the longer the wounds stayed open. I remember there being a sowing kit in one of the kitchen drawers. I quickly opened all drawers and dug furiously into them searching for a small navy blue wooden case. In the last drawer I checked I found it. I took a needle out and some white thread, and slipped it through the eye of the needle, though I’ve had trouble with that consider my hands wouldn’t stop shaking, but in the end I managed to thread the string through the needle. I moved towards the bathroom and looked in the mirror, seeing grim and blood covered my face. I turned around and stuck a hand mirror onto the wall with some tape from under the sink, and looked into the hand held mirror. I stared at my neck. Damn this will hurt. I took in a deep breath and began to grab the first wound pinching the lips of the wound together, I closed my eyes before opening them again and sticking the needle into my skin. I scream in pain continuing sow. I tided a knot at the end of the string and yanked the thread in half. One down four to go. I tided a knot at the tip of the string again and was preparing myself for the next sow. But before I began I picked up a hand towel and rolled it into a cylinder shape and bit down on it. I sighed. On with the show…