2 stories in 1 - Amy Broome (leveled readers .txt) 📗

On Friday, 13th November 2009 i saw my girlfreind being rushed into an ambulance, she was wearing her favourite pjs and her little size 4 Hugg boots. I ran into my house grabbed my keys and followed the ambulance to the hospital. I saw her being carried out of the ambulance she looked like a ragdol. i went into the hospital after Cindy but they would not let me in to see her . it seemed like i was there for ages to see what had happen but after 20 minutes a nurse came out to me and told me to go and see her. My whole body went numb as Cindy opened her heart and told me everything that her dad was doing to her, with her last breath she told me she loved me and drifted away. Im writing this in prison and if you are reading this then maybe you can understand what drove me to do what i did. Lets start from the beginning......
On Monday, 23rd July 2005 I got told that i was moving to the seaside with my dad. My names Jordon, a typical average teenage boy, who lived in the city, who broke girls hearts for the fun until i met the girl of my dreams, Cindy. She was the most prettiest girl on the planet i would of done anything for her. i loved her to bits from the first time i saw her. Cindy was different she wasnt like all the other girls that i had met before, she was the most freindly, trustworthy, down to earth girl ever.
well anyway when we moved down next to the beach i got a job as a beach patrol officer to help keep the public safe and help my dad with his det. When i turned 15 my dad died of an heart attack, i kept the house because he really loved it, it still stands their now. Well anyway after a year Cindy moved in next door with her dad, she and her dad was a happy family but her dad needed money so i got him to work with me as a beach patrol officer. Two years passed by and me and cindy got together, I went over to her house for a meal like we always did before, but it wasnt a average evening her dad seemed peculiar than most days. He didnt come and sit with us like he always did, he just went into the living room with a can in his hand and watched football on the tv.
The next day as i held Cindy in my arms i could tell that she had something on her mind, it seemed like she was hiding something that she did not want me to know about. The thing that made me think was when her dad walk into the room, she seemed terrified of him, when he came closer to her she flinched a mile, apparently the dog that i got her for her birthday last year, kippy, made her jump but i knew different. That evening we had dinner again but her dad wasnt to be seen she said he was out at the pub again. As i was leaving i gave her a kiss , hug and told her to text me later.
I was lying in my bed after my bath and phoned Cindy but she never picked up , so i texted her and she still didnt reply. After 2 hours went by i heard her dad drove off up the street. I saw Cindy crying on the porch of her house. I went out and asked if she was okay, but she didnt reply she just cuddled up to me. Half an hour went passed and i noticed she fell asleep so i carried her up to her bedroom and noticed that all her things had gone accept for her bed. As i lay her down on her bed, her hair swept back onto her pillow and she looked so peaceful.
The next day i spotted Cindy hanging her washing out on the line, which seemed weird because she never does but i never took no notice of it. I went out to her to see if she wanted to go out later after work but she said no to see me she said she had things to do, so i left her and got into my car and went to work. At 7 oclock in the evening i headed back to my house as i reached my house Cindy was waiting for me at my door. i got out and asked if she was okay she said yes but can we go some where? We drove everywhere for ages until she noded off again, so i took her back home.
Couple of weeks passed by and me and Cindy had some time appart from each other because we kept on arguing and i didnt want to keep putting her through it. Months went by and the same continued with her dad and her, he driving off and her crying on her porch. I wanted to go out to her but i knew it would cause an arguement again so i didnt. On this one particular day Cindy knocked on my door asking if i wanted to come out for a bit. A year went and me and Cindy got back together we was planning to move away from this area and get married.
after a while out of the blue again Cindy didnt want to meet me , that day her dad pushed his limit to much he had to much to drink. Cindy was punched in the face, thrown down the stairs and raped by her own dad and i wasnt their to help her. It was late that night and i heard her dad drove of up the street again to the pub. 5 minutes went passed and i heard things getting smashed next door. I ran over their and found Cindy lying half dead on floor. She seemed so lifeless, it was unbearable to see my girlfreind, future wife to be, in this way and not knowing what to do. She didnt want me to call the police she said he would change, it was just her mother made him mad over the phone. I picked Cindy up and carried her over to my place. She went in the bath and washed the blood off her and i went back over to her place and cleaned the house up and got her favourite pjs. That night i couldnt sleep, the anger that built up in me. How could he do that to his own daughter! 4 weeks went passed and Cindy just laid in my bed, didnt eat, drink she just layed their
but 2 weeks had gone and Cindy was back to her funny bubbly ways. Her dad had changed he was back normal stoped drinked and eated back at the table with us it seemed like them years never happened. Until Friday, 13th November came, i didnt go over to her house that day because we had an arguement before but i wished that i did. It seemed like and average day to me and apparently it was the same with Cindy. Her dad never changed he just scared her that bad that she kept it to herself. Each night that i left her he would rape and torture her until she gave into him and let him do what he wanted to do to her. He wanted Cindy for himself.
On friday 13th, Cindy was woke up by her dad slapping her face about because he wanted sex but cindy didnt want to she wanted to come and see me and say say sorry, but her dad wouldnt let her. He raped her for hours that day raging her hair, tieing her up with rope. After he raped her, he sliced her legs opened and told her that pretty boys like me wouldnt fancy her again with her ugly legs. He left her to bleed all over the floor, her favourite pjs and hug boots was covered in her blood. Her dad came back from the pub and raped her again and sowed up her legs. She just fell to the floor and didnt move, 2 hour went by and he was back she tryed hiding from him but it made him more mad, he smashed he legs and arms in with a basball bat and through her into the window.
Thats when i saw her i phoned the police and they told me to keep out but i couldnt i couldnt stay in the house knowing that he was hurting her. The police and ambulance came and dragged me and Cindy out of there. i went into the hospital after Cindy where she told me everything that her dad did and she wanted revenge, she died that day on. Friday 13th november 2010 i got revengence for Cindy, when i killed her father for her....Know i hope that you understand why i did this , iv been in here for 6 years and i still dont have no regretes on what i did, he deserved every little bit. i got him back for hurting my baby I loved her with all my heart and i would of done anything for her she was my only one i wanted. i still keep her photo next to me and after this i will be with my sweetheart Cindy again. Dont ever put up with child abuse because it will lead to death and the people around you that love get hurt and maybe have revenge on the person that did it like i did for my baby. its 29th november 2011 when me and cindy was going to try for a baby but that will never happen now because of her dad, but m going to say bye , and remember always tell someone your never alone.........

there was once a little girl age 15. Her name was Crystal. she lived with her 17 year old brother Alex and her father John. they lived in a little cottage up in folks. Her and her family always go out in to the sea every month on their boat so they could remember there mother. cystal started to go off the rails when her mother died when she was 13. she hates going with her family on the boat because it reminds her of what she did that her mother died.....
The day she comes out of the mental hospital but she doesnt remember why she went in there. her dad picked her up in his car and drove back to the cottage were she lived. she got in