Fragmented Love (2 page)

Chapter 5

THE MURDER OF HER FATHER

During Saturday night, Walter took his wife and daughter to a party in the city. He danced with both. They had fun all night. Marianne and Walter and Amelia drank all accompanied only soda.

On the way home, they walked; Walter had left his old truck in the shop. Amelia took steps looking back all the time; she seemed frightened by the darkness behind her. In her arms was a porcelain doll, which his father won in the fishery.

Later, three masked men came in their way; they were rebels in the forest, waiting for the right moment to strike. One of them commanded the action with a disguised voice. The two thugs took to the women by arms.

"Carry them away from here!" - He ordered the ringleader pointing a gun to Walter. He was holding a black handgun, a specific model.

The two men carried both by preventing that remain in place. Amelia screamed desperate, the girl was suffocated by the hand of thug holding her lips. The two fought with all his might to try to drop their arms of strangers, which fell wrist from Amelia's arms and broke into four parts.

With the fall of the wrist, a bandit who was in command of the operation looked down and saw everything shattered wrist and then looked at Amelia.

She stared at him and could know the color of his eyes. They were blue and were hidden under a black cap ninja style.

After that, they were bound and thrown into a bush near a dirt road. The two henchmen took the arms of Walter and make to him kneel in front of the subject, which was the "head" of the gang.

"I should not waste my valuable time with a traitor" - Said the head.

"I will restore you, but do not do anything to my daughter and my wife. They are not guilty of anything!" - Walter said. His face was sweating nervously.

"We want nothing with them!" - The courtyard and continued. - "The reckoning is only with you"

Walter received a heavy beating of three types. He was kicked in the face, stomach, legs. Strong blows to the head and legs. Last of all, he ended bathed in blood. His face and shirt were completely dipped in his own blood.

With feeling weak and full of body aches, Walter was lying on the ground, inert by the beating.

"Pick him up!" - Said the bandit with blue eyes.

Then Walter was holding through his arms and they make him kneeling again. The man armed pointed the gun to him with intent to shoot their brains out and end all at once.

"Do not!" - Walter said, thinking of his daughter Amelia. At that time, his mind took only the sweet image of her daughter.

At that time, they gave him five shots, the body was lying on the ground. The murderer, dressed all in black, walked in front, bent down to pick up a porcelain doll on the floor and moved on.

Chapter 6

FUNERAL’S DAY

Amelia was desperate at the funeral of her father. Embraced with Clotilde, the girl was not sure why they had cruelly taken the life of her father.

After the funeral, Amelia remained in the tomb, rather unsatisfied. She wanted to die with her father. Because her life had no meaning.

"Why not killed me too? I wanted to be with him!"

Marianne approached to the young woman. The young orphan, had not even noticed the presence of her stepmother, not look back. She was still busy with the icy tomb of her father.

"Come on!"

   The recent widow ordered and the two embraced and faithfully went sad.

Chapter 7

ANOTHER NIGHTMARE

Months later...

By midafternoon, Amelia opened her eyes; she awoke with a start, having had a long nightmare. She immediately got out of bed and went to the room where Marianne was.

"I had another nightmare ... I dreamed the death of my father" - said looking at the stepmother who was sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Was it the same dream?"

"Similar" - she was stunned and began to explain, standing in the room, was barefoot and her clothes were revolt. - "I see those guys, and when one begins to take off his black mask and tries to show his face, I wake up, I cannot see their identity"

Amelia closed her eyes and turned to see the image of the murderer of her father, watching her. Immediately she opened her eyes and said with conviction.

"I realized that one has blue eyes"

Marianne shrugged. "Optimistic! There are several men with blue eyes in this world. And we know that one of them is the murderer of your father.

***

That same day, Amelia went to her room, knelt beside her bed and began to pray.

He had this intimacy with God and wanted him to do justice and truth will show the cause of your pain, your anger and pain after the murder of her father.

"My God let me see the murderer of my father. So I put in prison. He must pay for what he did to my father. Justice must be done. My father cruel death, which he did not deserve. I do not deserve this, my God! These murderers ruined his life and mine too"

Soon the girl lowered her head and began to sob; her prayer was interrupted by her tears of pain.

How difficult it was for Amelia having to move on in her life, without the presence of her beloved father.

Chapter 8

THE FIRST TIME SHE SAW HIM

"It's starting to get dark, I have to go" - Amelia said, looking near the window and see the darkness trying to get closer to heaven.

"Go before dark" - ordered Mrs. Clotilde, concerned for the safety of the child.

***

Minutes later, Amelia hurrying by dirt road without looking back. She intended to get home as soon as possible. However, in her footsteps, but hurry, they did not help either. It needed a car but could not drive and if she has known has no car.

Later, a dark car approached slowly coming alongside. She looked out the corner of her eyes and saw a blond guy who was driving. Soon the car stopped and a man's voice asked.

"Do you want a ride?"

Amelia had no time to answer, ran into the woods and disappeared fleeing from strange.

At home, she went straight to the bathroom. She was in the shower, muttering how her body was full of grass. Without knocking, Marianne went to the bathroom. Hers cheap perfume filled the narrow enclosure closed.

"I have not finished" - Amelia exclaimed moody.

"I just came to look in the mirror" - Marianne said, all arranged.

Amelia looked at her and saw her wearing tight clothes and high heels. - "Are you going out?"

"Do you want to come with me?"

"Where are you going?"

"A dance"

"What dance?"

She shrugged. - "What I have to do well in a dance?"

Soon, Amelia said. - "Not quite a year my father died"

Her stepmother gave her a quick response.

"I will not stay home mourning the death of your father. No way you think so"

"I thought you loved" - Amelia's voice trailed off.

"I loved him ... But now he is dead"

"I keep alive in me"

However, Marianne looked. - "I have to live my life" - she said and left the bathroom.

Amelia turned off the shower and stood looking down. She realizes how much her stepmother was ungrateful after the death of her father. She did not respect the mourning family.

***

Just hours later...

Marianne returned dancing at dawn, arrived drunk. Amelia got out of bed and walked around the rooms. Soon the young woman saw her stepmother's movements on the couch. With legs and open arms from side to side. She was lying in a dream of complete drunkenness.

She reached out and felt a hot scent of alcohol mixed with cigarette. Amelia automatically shook her hand in front of her nose, trying to keep out the horrible smell of your nose.

That same morning, Amelia did all the housework while her stepmother slept without worries.

Marianne woke up after noon. She went to the kitchen, where Amelia was washing dishes for lunch.

"I thought you were not awake"

"I had fun! I danced a lot!"

She exclaimed and picked up a red apple fruit from the bowl on the table. She bit and looked at Amelia standing in the sink.

"You should have gone with me! There was a man so handsome in dance, Amelia!"

She grimaced. Her cheeks were flushed with anger.

"You should have had a minimum of respect for my late father. You should be ashamed to say such foolish things!"

No regrets, Marianne shrugged again and bit her apple. And the issue between the two women died.