Girls Like Us : Jake 's P.o

Jackie and I were now halfway to where Mike’s car wreck took place, on Highway 46. The accident must have been pretty bad because it was reported on the news, a rare case, I thought to myself. I prayed Mike was going to be ok. The drive felt like it was taking hours to get to the scene . I could feel the tension in the car growing. The fact that one of our closest friends could be gravely injured was a slug shot from a shotgun into our chests. Jackie was still distressed as she drove; tears dripped from her eyes like droplets from a cool water bottle on a hot day.

A stillness settled around them, all the hospital sounds fading into the background as the enormity of Tom’s admission finally hit home. The dark-haired officer rose to his feet, his movements slow and clumsy. But as a surge of adrenaline secreted into his system, his eyes darted wildly around him and the sudden need to escape the close confines of the room overwhelmed him. “I can’t...I...I’ve gotta go!” he blurted out, and spinning around, he stumbled out the door, hot blinding tears blurring his

I was immediately worrying about my parents because the dogs wouldn’t be in a state like that if my parents were home. I called Corrie over to do something with the dog as I bolted towards my house. Corrie was already heading towards the house so called out to Kevin to do something with the dog. I opened the door to the house but everything was fine. Nothing out of place the only problem was that there was no life at all. No TV going, no dishes chattering, nothing. I looked around for a note, anything that could explain all of this.

Lying on the uncomfortable, terrible, backstabbing prison mattress, I am feeling exhausted. I hadn’t slept for days after that traumatising incident. The fear and pain I am feeling deep inside me is unbearable and seems to become more and more horrifying as time goes past. As my cracked lips tremble, Pearl-shaped tears slowly drip out of my puffed-up eyes and down my frail face, as I remember that unforgettable moment that happened in a split second. I stare at the damp, dirty ceiling with my heart completely shattered, trying to think of reasons why I should live. The more I think about the accident, the more distressed I feel.

Jolie tried her hardest to remain quiet as she entered the dark, musty basement that smelt like dead animals. The music played loudly, which masked the creaks of the stairs she stepped on. She gripped the broom tightly in her hand. Jolie squinted her eyes around to make out anything that made the music turn on or the loud crashes. Her eyes rested on a man and she tried her hardest not to panic. She quickly, but quietly turned around and walked up the stairs trying to remain calm all the while. When the man started humming along with the violin music she began to cry; she didn’t want to cry. Jolie gripped the railing and the broom slipped from her hand and fell down the stairs. The man jerked around made eye contact with her. He was frowning and then a devilish smirk appeared. She let out the scream she had been holding in for what seemed like forever. Jolie

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

Jake winced at the sharp burn below his rib cage and slowed his stride. He slid his vest aside and peeled the bloodied shirt away from his wound, revealing a toothed patch across his skin. The bullet had missed his gut, and the bleeding had eased. He wouldn’t need a doctor.

Jake contrasts his emotional attachment to Brett with her constant involvement with other men to highlight the unavoidable struggle of coping with the the war, ultimately revealing the eternal scar such a catastrophe leaves on soldiers and their loved ones.

The call came in around 3 in the morning, a thick echoing ringing that filled my ears and reverberated within my head. I fumbled for the phone and answered it, trying to get rid of the sleep that was trying to pull me back.

I step into the house. My phone vibrates. I had received a text from Ethan; it read:

Lilly glanced down the row of cars all parked up under the trees. A chill moved through her. She brought her knees up to her chest, pressed her thighs against her rib cage and let her head sink down. She needed to find a place to stay. She needed somewhere to sleep and she needed to be able to get ready tomorrow to make sure Bobby saw her looking hot again. Because he would kick himself once he saw her all made-up in a nice dress and nice shoes. He’d feel pretty dumb for avoiding her this last year over a stupid pair of flip-flops. But how was she going to be that girl who turned his head if she spent tonight sleeping rough? Lilly closed her eyes and tried not to let it upset her. Puffed up eyes was the last thing she

Purple bruises were scattered across her frail wrist like grotesque, swollen beetles. Her knee jutted out awkwardly to her side. Her bleeding, cracked lips were shrunken to a tiny buttonhole. Her tongue stuck out between her teeth like a piece of rubber. Her eyelids fluttered feebly as she lay there - defeated, defenseless, and desolate. Her chest heaved up and down, as her lungs fought for breath – she was barely alive. A caked, muddy trail of shoeprints followed him out the door. He had gotten away again. Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. My throat swelled up as my steely resolve began to dissolve. Grief shook my shoulders like an inner earthquake, the world around me crashing down. A nauseating mixture of relief and horror clenched tightly onto my loins – like when you finally stop an itch, only to realize that you’ve ripped a hole in your

Pulling into the parking lot, Andrew recognized the white BMW parked near the tall, oak tree and parked beside it. Shaking his head, he whispered, “I am in no mood to put up with Linda Gunderman’s foolishness this morning, and she had better not start.” Perhaps, I am wrong. He thought as he tried to justify his behavior during the past few months. After locking the silver Mercedes, he crossed the parking lot, swinging the keys in his hand. Entering the pharmacy, Andrew saw an elderly woman standing in line with her seven-year-old old grandson, Billy, she screamed, “Billy, stand still and stop fidgeting around until I get my

As the road got more narrow and more trees and shrubs start appearing the heat dimmed down. A gravelly road appeared and the car slowed down to a halt. Towering in front of Connie was a big, black, menacing gate and behind it was a worn down mansion. This mansion looked like it has not been inhabited in years and could use some cleaning. After what seemed like years, Connie dazed and unfocused was yanked out by Arnold Friend. Arnold had changed slightly, now he no longer smiled but had a serious, firm face as if the mask he had worn was slowly coming off. Arnold pulled Connie out of the cart by her arm but it was a careful pull as if he didn’t want to hurt her. Connie struggled and fought Arnold. She didn’t want to go into that mansion for she had a dark feeling about it. Arnold held on tight and said carefully,softly, “C'mon baby. Haven’t you learned not to struggle against me. I don’t want to hurt you.” Giving up, Connie came stumbling out, Ellie then drove away leaving a trail of dust behind. The car, the last means of running away was out of reach, hopelessly Connie followed Arnold advancing towards the

I. It is 6:00 a.m. on Friday morning, and Sharon is about to awaken her two year old daughter, Jessica, to prepare for a 4 hour car ride. Jessica has not gotten much sleep in the past few days due to long hours of practice and is now very cranky. The only time Jessica will get to nap is during the 4 hour drive but then must stay awake the rest of the day. They pack the car with numerous suitcases all containing loads of make-up, hair supplies, and costumes, all for Jessica. The family has a long and busy day ahead of them. Sharon is one of the many over-demanding parents who put young and innocent children into beauty pageants each year.