A HUNTED BOY IN
YUKON-TOWN
Story written by
Stacy Ann
It was an evening
in March. The wind was blowing clouds of dust across Yukon-town. As I
stood in the doorway looking at the lonely road. I saw a boy. He was
about 19-20 years old. I turned to call my dad, but the words died on
my lips. I then quickly walked out of the house and went to the boy.
He was covered with blood and seemed very tired.'' hide me please'',
he said. The boy did not look like a criminal, so I wasn't afraid of
him. ''Follow me.'' I said quietly.
I led him
upstairs to my bed room opened the door, and pointed to a wardrobe.
'' Go and hide in that wardrobe,'' I said. The boy thanked me and try
to explain. I want to tell you what had happened,'' he said. '' A boy
hit his girlfriend.... I fought him and--- I quickly shut my bedroom
door. And went quietly into the kitchen. My dad was making dinner, so
he knew nothing about the boy in my room. About 10-15 minutes later
the doorbell rang. My dad then ran to the door and I followed him. It
was two policemen. ''Have you seen anyone go along this road? ''the
policemen asked. ''no,'' said my dad in a voice of surprise. ''why''
what happened?'' one of the policeman then answered. There was a
fight in a night -club last night.'' A boy attacked his friend with a
knife, and escaped. We hunted him to Yukon-town, but we lost him.''
So please give us a call if you see him, said the police man. The
policemen then said 'good-bye, and drove off. As we got inside my dad
said '' I'm going for a walk I'll be back later. I then ran back
upstairs to my room. The hunted boy came out of the shower. He was
now only wearing his boxers. He smiled at me and then said. I'm now
cleaner and fresher.'' I looked at him and smiled he was tall, strong
and extremely handsome. He also had very beautiful brown eyes. He
seemed to me the man of my dreams. We then sat on the bed and started
talking freely. I asked for his name, and he called his name to me, I
then said'' Nice to meet you Josh Nickson.'' I'm Marthailyn. He
smiled and said.'' Pretty name. I thanked him. And also told him
about the policemen. ''I can't leave until they go,'' He said. ''Can
I sleep here tonight?'' I nodded. He then said, '' can you please get
me some food? I'm starving. I ran back downstairs and got Josh some
food and a bottle of orange juice, and also some of my dad's clothes.
I then ran back upstairs and gave the things to him. I'll come back
later,'' I promised and then ran back downstairs.
After 20 minutes
later I went back upstairs. ''I thought you would never come!' Said
Josh Nickson with a smile. He pulled me down on the bed, and soon our
lips met in a kiss. We then started kissing, and making out. It felt
great to be wanted, and I cherished every second we were together.
Josh Nickson and I were now lying in bed talking. Suddenly I heard
''Marthailyn! where are you?'' It was my dad's voice. I looked at
Josh and put my finger to my lips. I then got up and answered in a
cool voice,' in here dad! I'm just cleaning my room. ''I see, he
said. I then shut the door and quickly went downstairs into the
kitchen to my dad I then decided to tell him about Josh Nickson. I
also repeated the story he told me. My dad seemed neither surprised
nor angry. He then decided to meet Josh, but as we got inside the
room a fearful sight met our eyes. Furniture was destroyed. And a
knife, covered with blood was lying next to Josh. Josh Nickson
had committed suicide.
I was shocked and
also speechless. Why would Josh Nickson commit suicide? It was very
strange. But I didn't think about it too much. As my dad got closer
to Josh he noticed a white paper lying on the bed. It was a letter
written by Josh before his death. The letter says: ''Dear miss
Marthailyn, I want to thank you for everything you've done for me,
and I also want you to know that I appreciate you. You're a
phenomenal person. But there's also something else I want you to
know. The thing that happened in the night-club was my fault. I
killed my best friend Ryan Johnson. I didn't mean you any harm, but I
knew that I was going to face the consequences somehow, that's why I
decided to commit suicide''. It was very sad and difficult for me to
believe that Josh was dead, because he was extremely handsome,
charming and intelligent. Not to mention, he was in absolute perfect
physical condition. And because he meant so much to me. I lived with
an emptiness and thought that I would never be able to love anyone
until I met Mr. Incredible, Josh Nickson.
8 comments:
Very nice story
omg, this is very good <3
Awesome story, Stacy. You have an amazing imagination keep up the good work,and God bless you.
What a beautiful,and very interesting story. Keep up the good work.
an awesome story, keep up the good work
Great story.
Flott historie, Stacy. Eg håper du skriver en ny snart.
When i'm bored i always come to read your stories, you're an amazing writer. God bless you.
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