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Date Posted: 18:39:38 03/24/06 Fri
Author: Mairah
Subject: inside
In reply to: Griogair 's message, "Inside" on 18:05:18 03/24/06 Fri

It felt like she couldn't breathe, like someone had stolen all the air from her while she was lost in a cloud of happiness. Her brow furrowed heavily as she shook her head in disbelief, utter heartbreak in her features at the thought of the betrayal that he had just inflicted on her. "You...You..." She was sputtering, tears clogging her throat before she turned to look at the phone on the bed, still hearing his father calling for him. In a fit of anger she picked it up, hurling it at the wall in front of her, only semi-satisfied when it broke into thirds. "You bastard...he...you...my father..." She shook her head, horror reflecting in her gaze. She had been hiding up behind the banister when her father was shot, the men all wearing masks so she couldn't see their faces. He could have been there, he could have fired the shot that killed her father and even if he didn't, his father - who he was obviously on speaking terms with - had. She now had the same last name, had married into the clan of her fathers killer. The realization made bile rise in her throat and she turned, heading into the bathroom to collapse on the floor in front of the toilet, one hand on either edge of it as she retched.

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