Fragmented Love

Authors: Pet TorreS

Fragmented Love

Pet TorreS

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental

All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Do not engage in false accusations or condemned to death the innocent and righteous, because it does not absolve the guilty.

Exodus 23:7

“Sometimes dreams, do they really reveal the truth? Or is all fruit of our fantasies? "

PET TORRE
S

Gratefulness

To
God
, for giving me the gift of writing

To my dear readers

The band Link Park

For inspiring with their music to rewrite this story created when I was only 15 years old.

Author's Note

I wrote this novel when I was a teenager.

However, it has been rewritten this year.

Synopsis

Amelia is a young woman who witnessed the death of her father in a bloody night. She knows the murderer has blue eyes, but only that.

Just a little later, she meets a young man who becomes her friend, but over time their friendship is mixed with feelings that involve every day. Both fall in love to each other.

Unfortunately, Juan Carlos has completely blue eyes and this can destroy the exquisite feeling between them.

Do the same become one FRAGMENTED LOVE in their lives.

Prologue

Year 1995

Walter returned home at night, he went into the kitchen and saw his partner preparing dinner. He is standing at the sink washing rice.

"Where is Amelia?" He asked noticing that her only child was missing.

“She's in the house of Mrs. Clotilde, as always...” His current wife replied.

The homeowner grimaced, dissatisfaction with the absence of his daughter. He thought he would be home and his girl would be there, before their eyes. - Even at this time

“I think she forgot she has a home.”

Walter turned. “I'm looking for her.”

“She knows how to back alone.”

“It is dangerous for my daughter to walk alone these are empty roads.”

He said and left the house shortly after.

Chapter 1

TIME OF YOUTH

Amelia sat politely in the hall of Mrs. Clotilde. Both were there for hours, talking and eating cookies and fresh coffee that had been prepared by Mrs. Clotilde. She loved the company of the young Amelia as visited. She has found a way to treat the girl with pampering for her to always back there.

“When I was your age, I always liked to be ready” - Said the lady, remembering her youth with nostalgia. – “I did it every evening in search of a prince”

Amelia then smiled and simply she smiled back.

“And you met this prince?”

She shook her head. – “I had found... But let it go, so today I live alone in this house”

The landlady looked around and her eyes lost their luster.

“Was he handsome?”

“Yes”

“Like my father?”

Clotilde smiled at such a comparison. Amelia was a woman who brought her much joy in that house and started by the smile of the young.

“He was different from all the men I knew”

She said full of thoughts. It seemed that her mind had made Ray X full of memories that made her lose.

During this period, strongly knock the door, Clotilde went to open. On the way to the door, she imagined it would be a man. The blows were nothing feminine and delicate.

“Good evening Mrs. Clotilde!” - Someone said as she opened the door of her house.

“Good evening, Mr. Walter!” - She replied.

“I came for my Amelia”

Clotilde looked back and saw part of her room and cried.

“Amelia your father came to get you, my dear!”

***

Minutes later, Amelia came home with her father. His old truck drove slowly due to bastards holes in the road. Walter was a man with dark hair, dark and thin mustache. He had just less than forty years of age. Amelia was her first and only child of his first marriage.

“Mrs. Clotilde was telling stories of her youth”

“What were you talking about?” - Questioned, he puts all the attention while he was still driving and listening to the sweet voice of her daughter.

“Not much”

“She is not putting weird stuff in your head, right?”

“Mrs. Clotilde never fail me respect, Dad. She is a wonderful person. I love to spend evenings at her home. She treats me like her daughter”

Walter scratched his head while driving.

“Since it is so, then you can go smoothly Mrs. Clotilde's house, but behaves daughter and never touch the lady Clotilde's things without your permission”

Amelia just nodded and remained silent.

Chapter 2

THE NEWS

During dinner, the three dined in silence, until Walter made a statement after ringing the spoon into the soup a couple of times. Amelia and Marianne at the table looked at the chair where the host of the house sat. Walter with a deep voice demanded attention.

"I'm going to have to spend a few days in the city"

"What are you doing there, Dad?"

"I will solve honey business."

Marianne sighed. - "I know what it is"

"Loose lips sink ships" - annoyed Walter said, his voice thickened but the soup on the plate.

"What are you hiding from me?" - Asked Amelia.

"Nothing daughter, Marianne talks too much" - He looked across a glance at his companion.

But Amelia challenged him as an adult.

"How is nothing? Both live arguing so you know nothing"

"Why do not you go to sleep?" Walter said angrily.

Amelia's eyes widened. "That's what I'll do"

Soon she rose from her chair and went to her room, leaving a residue of soup on the plate.

In the middle of the night, Amelia was lying quite depressed. She put her hands over her ears, trying to cover as she was listening to her father assaulting her stepmother.

***

The next morning, she woke up and was taking her breakfast. Her hair was tousled and her body was wearing a nightgown. As for the table, she saw Marianne placing a banana cake on it.

"Where is Daddy?" She asked, pulling out a chair to sit around the table.

"He went to the city"

"He did not say goodbye"

Marianne raised her eyebrow. - "Amelia you are a girl no longer that your father carried to the carousel, you will be nineteen. It is time to face life as an adult."

The dark eyes of Amelia faced. - "Why do you hate me? What have I done?"

"Do not be dramatic!"

Marianne sat down at the table and ignored the presence of Amelia.

"Please stop intrudes in my life!"

Amelia ordered shouting above. Then she left the room without taking her coffee, she walked down the aisle of the house, went to her room.

"I wish mom was alive. I cannot stand Marianne! When I am an adult, she says I'm a girl, when I feel a little girl, she says I'm a big girl!" - She stopped in front of the bedroom door. - "What she want? Drive me mad?"

Chapter 3

ARMS SMUGGLING

A day later, Walter was in the company of a man wearing dark clothing. Both conversed in a place of difficult access and very desert, with little lighting, the place seemed a hideout.

"The goods arrive tomorrow, and you have a responsibility to bring it to me" - The man told man to Walter. - "I am putting all my trust in you"

Walter smiled and put his hand on the shoulder of the stranger.

"Your confidence in me is well placed. I will never disappoint you"

"Then I hope Walter"

The man said and smoked his cigarette.

***

After three days, Walter came home with a big black bag and a good amount of money. Amelia hugged him when she saw him. She was dying of nostalgia for his father and counted the hours to see him again.

"Father!"

"Daughter!"

Leaning against the pillar of the porch, Marianne looked with envy the affinity they have. She always stayed aside. Everything was Amelia. Walter always put his daughter to everything in his life. Marianne knew she could never compete with Amelia to gain the attention of Walter. After all, she had blood and his name and Marianne anything besides room and board. She did not even know if he was the love of her companion. Because he did not seem to love her.

***

In the middle of the night, Walter and Marianne lay naked in bed after satiate their carnal desires. He stood up and took the dark bag that he brought from the city. Marianne continued lying, trying to relax after practice different sexual positions in bed. His companion had returned home, full of enthusiasm and desire to satisfy their sexual desires all at once.

"Look what I got!" - He murmured, holding a black object.

"What it is?"

"A weapon"

"I know," - She sat on the bed and continued to stare at Walter standing. - "How did you get?"

"I took to it was so ..."

He said, looking at the giant gun in his hand. Walter was still naked.

Marianne's eyes looked in his direction. - "You are crazy?"

He looked and said Marianne. - "They'll never know. The weapons came uncontrollably; even they did not know how many were at all. A less will make no difference to them"

Looking nervous, Marianne took a cigarette beside the bed, lit it quickly. She swallowed and blew smoke through her nose.

"Walter, you're going to end up killing you with that!"

She said and turned down her cigarette.

Chapter 4

THE DISCOVERY

Innocent, Amelia entered the closet where his father kept handbags and tools. She saw the black bag that hid his father as soon as he arrived from the city. Curious, she went to see what was inside the bag. She was surprised to see it was a giant weapon. Soon the young woman ran toward the house.

She went to see her father who was shaving in the bathroom, standing in front of a small square mirror hanging on one side of the bathroom wall.

"Why did you bring that gun?" - Stop questioned from the bathroom door.

"Ouch!" - He muttered when he was cut with the knife. Walter seemed nervous with the question of his daughter. - "Where have you seen?"

"In the fourth of the tools"

He looked away and saw the astonished face of Amelia, the idea of a weapon afflicted her. He did not know what kind of trial his daughter was doing all that.

"Who told you to go there?" - His voice thickened.

She shrugged. "No... I went to look for my rubber boots"

"Do not go over there!" - He ordered and looked at his face in the mirror. Soon the blood was running down his chin.

"I will not go, I have terror on weapons"

Amelia said, imagining terrible things about firearms.

"That's fine"