Miron’s story
Corrine was very vehement is what she just said. A part of me knows she is right but the other part wants to finish this at full speed. Carmen was standing alone again in her living waiting for us.
Miron’s story- - Miron, stop the car…stop the car now!I pulled over right next to our friend’s overturned car. The view was horrific. Smoke was all over and one of the wheels was still rolling. There were moans inside the car, which means they were still alive. Thank God the car didn’t explode. I took out my phone and called for help. We waited for about ten minutes until the paramedics arrived. Flashbacks were coming to my mind about the night Rita had the accident. It was terrible then it is terrible now. Looking hopeless how they got out the fragile bodies of out my friends I could only hope that everyone was alive. One by one they took them out placing them on the cold ground. First was Peter; a surgical collar was attached to his neck and also they put on his oxygen. Then, Jack, I was a little concerned about him but as things advanced with him seem he is going to be ok. As for Sam, things were different. They got her out harder than the others. She was unconscious, f
Rita’s storyI ate like never before and I was still hungry. I don’t know for what reason Annabelle changed her mind and helped me; beside she said to don’t worry about Sarah. I wonder what she meant. To be honest I don’t really care right now. All I care is about this delicious food. As I eat a feel all of my strength returned.
Miron’s storyThe way back to my house was crossed in totally silence. None of us felt capable of starting a conversation no matter the subject. We were all thinking of how all this would end; and hopefully sooner than later. In the end, when we were so close to home, Corrine broke the tomb silence.- Miron, what will happen next? Is Sarah going to call you?- Let us hope so…- Last riddle was not so lucky. Although we had the right answer we were a few minutes late, remember?- Unfortunately I do remember, I pray this time to be ok. And besides we are back a day shorter then scheduled. With casualties but…Again that heavy silence thinking of Sam’s death and all that we have been through. Flashes of memories crossed my mind since the second we left the hospital. How happy we used to be and how happiness changed in just a matter of minutes. Now Rita was talking to me the other second she was missing and we are looking for her ever since. That was so
Rita’s storyBy the look on her face Annabelle just discovered a truth I was not prepared to admit. But was it true? And most of all not now; rivers of tears were already flooding my eyes. This isn’t happening. Belle understood the pain and the fear in my heart so she reached for my wounded hands. I put them into hers.
Miron’s storyIt is been a day since we got back from Bibury and still no call from Sarah. This made me wonder what she was planning; because something definitely was going on. Me and Corrine gathered in my house for morning coffee and have a little talk about what was going to happen in the next days and also update her regarding Pet
Miron’s storyCorrine and I stood in the end three hours until the afternoon came to try to figure out how was this thing with Belle’s helping Rita or how was Sarah planning to kill us all in car accidents or whatever her hideous mind is thinking and planning all God damn time.
Rita’s storyI hated that woman for making me feel so vulnerable, so exposed. I would have some serious choices to make if what Belle sensed was true. A baby, and in these circumstances would result very difficult and also dangerous. I have to be careful so that Sarah would not realize. Despite the ordeal, I am going through I am happy that I can have Miron’s baby.
Miron’s storyAs I left Gloria’s house worries came upon me. I don’t know the reason but I feel like something is not right. I mean it is right in the eyes of God but wrong here in the eyes of humans. What kind of feeling is that?I was trying to stay alert and focused on the road as I was going to the hospital where Peter and Jack were in. Saul is still there and I am sure he needs some company. He is been really helpful these days and to be honest I have a lot to thank him for.As soon as I will arrive I have to talk to him about staying out of this whole ugly situation. We are literally hunted down and I don’t want anything bad to happen to him.As I was closing in the distance feels like my heart was beating out of my chest. I was nervous. My friends were so close to death and despite the fact that Corrine and Paul say that I am not to blame I feel a little guilty. I was the one who suggested and the insisted that we should return at night.But now what’s done is done. We lost Sam
Miron's story After one year… Hey, Noah, look what Daddy has here. Your favorite toy. Let's see where Mommy is. Rita was in the small garden she had set up in our backyard right next to the pool. She loved to grow and care for flowers. She had roses of all colors, peonies, and many tulips. She adored them and it seemed like little Noah too because since he saw her he started moving his little hands and feet. He was adorable. Let's see what Mommy is doing here. Rita was bent over the peonies and I intentionally pushed her a little and she fell on the wet ground. Noah began to laugh so hard with his tiny mouth that I was beg
Miron's storyToday Sarah was going to have a big surprise. The court had summoned her brother to testify. And besides, there's a second T-shirt sprinkled with Jenna's blood. Jack led us to it and from there to its analysis and the establishment that it belonged to Sarah was just one step.People were resuming their seats on the benches. The atmosphere, I didn't know why it was tenser. Maybe because the weather was darker outside. It wasn't long before Sarah was brought in and we then heard the echo of the bailiff's voice.All rise! The honorable judge Stone!We all rose as we always did. The feeling was still strange. Something was going to happen today, I was more and more sure of it. Even Michael mentioned to me that
Miron's storyJohn Maxwell came frightened through the benches right to the witness box, looking in all directions as if waiting for something to happen to him. I was really sorry to know him like that, to look at him and see that he has no defense.The fear was also that he had not seen the light of day in years, the taste of freedom probably since he entered that hospital. Of course, there were walks in the hospital yard but it was not the same.Like scared, he took the oath and took his seat. Again the defense had no questions. I can say that we were lucky that the lawyer didn't know the people and thus the time was shortened and it could only be in our favor.John, please tell us, who you are most afraid of?
Miron's storyAnd so the first bomb fell. We all watched Mandy dance with the baseball bat as if it were the most normal thing in the world. And that T-shirt that was presented and accepted as evidence in the file, was all my delight. From time to time I looked at Sarah, who could no longer find her seat in the chair next to her lawyer. I could say with all my heart that it was the final blow given to this criminal.The orthopedist managed to convince everyone that Sarah at the age of adolescence could easily have handled that bat and I would go even further and say that he also convinced the jurors. Their grimaces suggested many things and not exactly in favor of the defendant.Yesterday seemed to pass just as fast and today it was Father Maxwell’s turn to give statements. He had been summoned two days ago. The momen
Miron's storyThe whole room was already silent and everyone was waiting for Michael's answer. The answer was delayed but maybe he was preparing his ground. That was exactly what he did. He turned on one foot facing the jurors and then to the judge and with a sigh announced the expert's entry.Your Honor, I contradict the lawyer's words, and not only me but also the orthopedic doctor William Dale, also an occasional baseball player, in his free time but enough to tell us how things are. I know it was not quoted but I could not prove otherwise that the bat can be easily handled by a 15-year-old child.
Miron's storySarah's lawyer smashed Darla with the last question, but now it was Michael's turn and I knew he would calm her down. Then followed that indisputable evidence that even the jurors could not ignore. Sarah will definitely have a surprise.Michael had already been invited to question the witness. Darla was a little calmer.Miss Darla, please tell us, what did you see from the yard of your house, being next door to the defendant?That they always have quarrels and Bob almost all the time insulted his wife, including his children.Who is Bob? And how would you describe him?
Miron's storyThe days started to go by so fast that we don't even have time to breathe. Today, Rita's aunt, Darla, was called to the witness box. She came to us first. I offered to come and get her, but she refused. It was clear that she was nervous, but she would have to get over it and tell Sarah's relationship with both her parents and her sister, Lucy, in great detail.But she was very happy when she saw Rita again. They hadn't seen each other in years so they cried and hugged for minutes. They talked about Lucy, how much she loved life and how much she loved Rita. It's just that fate has been very hostile to them.Miron, Rita, I'm scared! It hurts so much to talk about Lucy that I'm afraid of making a mistake.
Miron's storyYesterday passed quickly. As we had agreed, we cooked together and fell asleep faster than we expected. Rita was really tired but they didn't need her today, so she just accompanied me. I still tried to get her to stay home to rest but she flatly and elegantly refused me.Love, my place is next to you for better or worse. I promise if I start to feel unwell I'll ask Peter to bring me home.Okay, I'll take your word for it. Shall we go?Let's go.It didn't take us ten minutes to get to court. Michael, as usual, was waiting for us in the hall. We were invited in and the same protocol
Rita's storyThe prosecutor's questions hurt me extremely, but I knew I had to answer them. That's the only way I could punish Sarah. It was cruel to remember everything I went through in that warehouse and then to all the places Sarah carried me over but if that was the only way to put her behind bars then I had little choice. Even the baby had become agitated. Instinctively I put my hand on my belly as if wanting to protect him. I kind of guessed what questions would follow.Do we understand, Miss Sinclair, that the defendant here kidnapped your mother and confessed to killing her?Objection! He is misleading the witness!