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The Blood Upon Her Jeans
Contributed by
pander
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Wednesday, 3rd November 2004 @ 01:55:43 PM in AEST
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There was once a young girl crying at an airport
Slumped there in despair upon the ground
She may have just been left to sob forever
But by a young bus driver she was found.
He picked her up and asked her of her problems
Her sad story she started to relate
That is how this couple found each other
The moment that did seal both their fate!
Her two children just sat there glum and silent
She said the beatings were too much to take
So she packed their bags and ran off to the airport
Hoping she could have a swift clean break.
The cash to fly away was in her pocket.
The passports, all in order, in her hand
To escape a long time cruel abusive husband
That was the single thought now that she planned
But this driver saw a spark of light within her
Which stirred a deep emotion in his heart
He knew he wanted her to stay forever
And never once again to be apart
Maybe her skin was bruised, her hair was ruffled,
On her jeans and top were bloodstains plain to see
But the driver felt for her such pain and sadness
he knew with her was where he ought to be
And so with much kindness and love a plenty
He took her to a nearby hotel.
And left her there with a note of his number
So she could phone him and let him know all was well
The next day while in bed he heard a ringing
The girl had decided that she would call
She said she had moved on but she must see him
He knew that this was not the time to stall.
He asked her where she was and so she told him
She had moved on to a far away hotel
And so he packed his bags and went to see her.
But decided there was no one he should tell.
On arrival there she met him in reception
She smiled as she led him to the room
He told her that he had so many questions
And she told him they would all be answered soon.
Once in the room he met again the children,
Who originally he thought were rather nice
But suddenly he found much to his horror
That the children were both sitting there with knives!
His world had suddenly just turned to horror
This girl was not the creature of his dreams!
She walked to him with razor blade concealed
And added to the blood upon her jeans!
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pander
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2004-11-03 13:55:43]
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Re: The Blood Upon Her Jeans
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by pixie on
Wednesday, 3rd November 2004 @ 01:59:02 PM AEST
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sheesh Pander, I didnt expect that atall lol. amazing write, where the hell did you get that one from? lol
very dark and halloweeny
takecare
pixie xx |
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Re: The Blood Upon Her Jeans
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by fldadn1 on
Wednesday, 3rd November 2004 @ 02:37:22 PM AEST
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| --I don't know why I can't stop reading it! Amazing!! |
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Re: The Blood Upon Her Jeans
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by AliB on
Wednesday, 3rd November 2004 @ 03:29:27 PM AEST
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How cool is that!!
I thought I was reading a beautiful love story, what a great twist, well done, really liked this.
Ali xx |
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