My Sweet Valentine by Dairenna VonRavenstone Read Free Book Online Page B

turned onto her left side and
managed to sit up. Her hand skittered against the vanity until it
found a roll of gauze. This she wrapped awkwardly around her
abdomen, over her breasts and around the stump of her right
arm.
    Partially
satisfied, she made it to her feet. The door kept tilting from side
to side but Amber paid it no mind. She all but fell out of the
bathroom and shuffled to stand before the staircase. Lying at the
bottom of the stairs in a messy pool of half-congealed blood was
Greg. She let out a grunt of determination and made her way down
the stairs.
    They rose up to
meet her a heart beat later and she felt her tibula snap under the
pressure. She felt the bone push through her skin and almost
laughed. When she finally slammed against the floor for the second
time that day she let out a little breath of relief.
    One armed, she
pulled herself closer towards Greg’s limp body. Amber ignored the
pain from the leaking wounds on her right side. She disregarded the
agony from her broken leg. She overlooked the ghost pain telling
her that her right arm was still attached to her body and could
help. She snubbed the throbbing in the back of her head that
threatened to take her under again. All she cared about was
reaching the body of the love of her life.
    Finally she was
able to pull herself over him, draping herself over his motionless
broad chest. She imagined his arms coming around her and smiled.
She scowled a moment later as she remembered the necklace at her
throat. This she pulled off with a growl and tossed it somewhere in
the home. She did not care where it went because it was not a gift
she wanted to own or see again.
    She settled
into Greg’s broad form with a sunny grin coming to her face. Amber
snuggled against him and closed her eyes. No movement came from the
house but in the distance she could hear police sirens. She vaguely
remembered her friend mentioning that people could cut security
wires and was in disbelief that it had only been a half hour.
Perhaps the neighbours had called when she was screaming. Perhaps
the wires being cut had not alerted the authorities until it was
too late.
    Amber pushed
all these thoughts out of her head and snuggled deeper into Greg’s
dead body. She pictured the smile on his face when he saw her. She
could almost feel the gentle pressure of his arms around her waist.
She swore she heard his deep voice saying her name and beyond the
blood she could smell his cologne. As an ambulance and a police
cruiser pulled into her drive-way Amber let out a small breath and
knew no more.
     
     
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    Ending note: Originally My Sweet Valentine was to be novella sized.
Obviously, that did not happen. At only a little over 14,000 words
it makes it into the novelette category. Part 5 (Valentine’s Day)
was unplanned besides me knowing I wanted to sew Amber and Russell
together. Amber was not supposed to retaliate as she did. She was
supposed to wake up after the sewing, listen to Russell speak again
then die. I’m not entirely sure where she got her strength from but
I’m glad it happened.
    As promised I’m
getting back to you about whether or not I actually like this
story. I do, despite some awkward sentences and a slow start, I
really enjoyed writing this. I especially enjoyed the ending. Not
because it meant the story was over but because it was fun to
write. Yes I like writing morbid things.
    As stated in
the inspiration section (which was really just me rambling again) I
am doing the 12in12 challenge and this was supposed to be my
novella for the second month. It bled into the third month and gave
me and extra 4,000 words. Maybe 5,000 depending how much more I
decide to add before sending this out into the World Wide Web.
    Am I fretting
at being behind my goal for this month again? Nope. Daimin Van
Helgrove and his father Demek came through for me again last night
(February 6th) and I wrote a scene with them that spanned over
11,000 words. That brings my total to 15,000 or