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Hi, my name is Abigail
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 | ~In the Depths of Despair Love~ .::.3.::. |
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 4.61 with 18 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-03-25 21:11:11 |
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Recap: Of Chapter 2:
It was sad but factual. Abigail cried as tears streamed down her broad cheeks. Her eyes filled with more tears of hopeless love malfunction. She failed through for her loved one.
Now she knew why the kidnappers kidnapped a wretched girl like her.
The answer was stated clear for her now. Lester’s parents probably knew that she was going to sneak off so they sent two abnormal, random strangers to keep Abigail away from him. She was guessing they paid them because of their greater wealth.
Abigail cried harder, trembling to reach her hand out in the gloomy, midnight sky and yelling for Lester. Now that she had stolen his heart and locked it away with hers, she couldn’t ever find the key now.
Abigail’s tears were like minuscule hearts pumping the love for her one and only Lester.
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Chapter 3:
Soon morning came to the train tracks where Abigail lay flat asleep aside from the trails. The swaying moss hung from the giant oak trees, as a train soared by. Its scraping and clattering noise awoke Abigail. Her eyelids fluttered open, like a butterfly’s wings.
Abigail sat up looking weary, although the bloodstains stayed blotched, the pain faded away. She stood up, as she spotted a muddy river bank across the trails. Abigail strutted over and sat on the bank and splashed spots of water at her face. Abigail had decided if she wanted to reach to Lester she’d have to walk to Tennessee it was a very long trip indeed but she did it for Lester. She started her voyage today, even though she didn’t have anything for her to survive for she had herself.
Step by step Abigail panted for more air, the lethargy filled her body more and more exhaustion.
The humidity in the air covered the brightly crisp sunlight. Not even a solitary breeze flew by only trains from the train tracks. Abigail couldn’t get back on another train after the kidnappers, Lester’s parents sent or else she’d be torn to shreds. Soon Abigail started to get hungry as well as thirsty. While Abigail’s agony of walking in the clamminess she glared at two men with guns in their hands. Their faces were stiff and perspiring. The man with the jay-bird voice screeched. “Find that Abigail and send her to me!” He shouted at the other man. He was a big man with a short, thick neck. His cheeks puffed and jiggled as he walked.
Abigail instantly hid behind a bush in fright. Abigail noticed that his fingers were puffed too, over the whip he flicked in his hand. He had a toothpick in his mouth that stuck between two yellow teeth. His oily skin made Abigail shudder. His faded brown hair was tangled and dirty. His grimy, baggy, pants were streaked with drippings, and his little green eyes were sea green and devious.
He sniffed the air scent Abigail’s fear. “She’s here!” The other man shouted. Abigail was too frightened to notice the other man was in search after her!
Abigail screamed and ran out of the bushes.
“Get her!” They both shouted. “You will never get me!” Abigail barked, sounding heroic.
“Oh please! You are a scoundrel, what good can you do!” The man’s eyes were very cunning, but they were also foolish. Soon the man caught up to her. His whip slashed down across her back. It pained like the sudden sting of a hundred bees.
Abigail’s tears were filled with rage, and wrath. Abigail felt another lash down her slim back. Abigail couldn’t stand it no longer. She thrashed him to the ground and sprinted across the train tracks.
She glimpsed at a nearby clammy, cave close to the old river bank. It was a good place to hide but not for long. She paced back and forth of thinking what to do. She rushed and rushed. Thought and thought. She had no intention what on earth was she supposed to do. Time was no longer here, the two men walked in the cave, one carrying a gun and the other carrying a lash.
Abigail was worried she couldn’t think. She spotted a heavy stone-aged rock, she grabbed it.
“Pffft! What are you going to do with a pathetic old rock?” The man asked her carelessly. Abigail didn’t mind what she was doing she bashed the rock on his head it was so rigid he started bleeding and he fell to the ground leaving it with a pound.
But the other man was still there, with a bullet, holding gun… |
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