this morning coming out of a library's eye I fell on the back cover of a book is not well defined (I started to read the title) and had written a sentence that said something like:
" If you do good, be prepared then the evil that you will receive in exchange .
Here is a bit 'a summary of what I feel at this time .... Uu
Sorry, a bit is a time 'so, it will soon (I hope ... ^ ^).
Title: ONE STEP BACK
Author: Myrtle S.
Some considerations: Connections.
"Maybe at the end of this sad story
someone will find the courage to face the guilt and delete them from this trip .... To really live every moment, every disturbance as if it were the last ... "
( by Sally Vasco Rossi)
Chapter 65
Connections.
opportunities that fate chooses to put on the road because we can see it or, conversely, choose to ignore them and go further. Sliding doors that can change your life and mark the path of our future.
Choices seemingly trivial and unimportant, that determine the difference between happiness and regret that thin.
From the day he laid eyes on those ankles, in the corridor of one of the most expensive hotels in Geneva, his life was no longer the same. He had not been the same man.
It was damned soul to get it close and, likewise, had worked hard to keep her away when she discovered the truth.
But to try and repel evil with that game, because of pride, jealousy and passion, the feelings had become a day after another increasingly intense.
so intense as to make him afraid.
The truth was simple and pure as the water's surface where he learned to swim as a child. Michael loved Rebecca.
buts, or maybe.
Unwittingly, the woman had flayed the soul. And it would never allow any other to remove those scratches that stubbornly wanted to bring.
course, sooner or later, with time, someone else would take his place. He would have married and had children and probably would have managed to carve out a normal size for happiness.
But Becky, Becky would have been his part of him forever.
looked at, in no particular interest, that piece of cloth fluttering through the glass door. There and then, to break it had been suggested that some students near the University which, taken from the festivities on Friday evening, it was stupidly fun to do damage.
He pulled the phone from his pocket and dialed the police.
"Good evening, I just wanted to point out that someone smashed the front door of the aquatic center of Denver University to 47 of Groover Street. Yes, I agree. "
hung up and walked on. It was almost one o'clock at night and began to feel tired. The idea for us to start the trip to Baltimore, if he could not remember where he parked the ' Escalade, was beyond question.
wanted a hot shower and a couple of clean sheets. It was almost at the crossroads, when a faint sound forced him to turn around.
"That's weird. Yet I thought I heard something. "
At the time chose not badarci and walked with a strange feeling that's steeped in the stomach.
could decide to shut the feeling that everything continued to tease him, go his way, finally finding the car and reach the first hotel in the area for a rest '. The next day would read the front pages of newspapers the news of the death of Rebecca Harvey. Killed a second time.
would know of their child, who died before being born. It would damn your soul for life, torn by remorse for having ignored the incomprehensible feeling.
Or he could choose to listen to your instincts, go back and enter into that pool. There was no plausible reason to do so. But something told him that was what he should do.
Connections. Sliding doors. Seemingly random choices that can change the course of our existence.
Michael also made his choice.
came back. A slow steps, his hands in his pockets, pushed by the same instinct which was guided by when they take on the competition.
tighten his fingers entangled fabric between the panes. And that feeling became more intense smoldering inside. Stepped back and kicked undermines what was left of the entrance door.
The hall was draped in the shadows, but like the environments were so familiar that he did not need light to navigate, even though he had never been in that building. He walked aimlessly. Did not even know why he was there.
was attracted by the blue light of a vending machine. The rumble of his belly embarrassing reminded him that night had not yet had dinner. He inserted a dollar to buy a snack.
"Good" muttered satisfied with his mouth full of chocolate and toffee.
The cries of a woman sank like a sharp scalpel on the surface of his heart, stopping the heart.
opened his eyes, stunned by the echo of that voice that he knew very well.
"God, I must be mad. "
shook his head, taking up to chew the rest of the chocolate bar, smiling to himself. He was sure he had imagined the voice of Rebecca, and tried to banish that memory quickly, before he could hurt him. That night was not going to cry on.
devoured the rest of the snack in two bites and threw the paper into the trash and wiped his mouth, passing the back of his hand.
"It 's time to go" muttered looking for the exit.
Meanwhile, a few tens of meters beyond the wall of the corridor, Rebecca struggled to stay alive.
Kendall watched her climb the ladder of the diving platform, intrigued by the obstinacy which showed in wanting to survive. He laughed at her and, if he had not yet pulled the trigger, was groped by the fun of seeing the flight to no avail.
"Stop running away, princess, and get it over with!"
Despite late pregnancy, had managed to reach the top. He felt a strong sense of vertigo when he leaned down to look. A dozen meters separating it from the water surface.
was exhausted. A gun shot touched her shoulder. He collapsed to the ground and crawling reached the center of the platform in order to escape from the path of gunfire.
Kendall stepped back to get it back at gunpoint.
He stretched his arm, supported the wrist with your other hand to take aim and kill her. But from there it was impossible to hit.
"Stupid girl! You do not want to force me to come up there, "exclaimed nervously. Play, she amused him more.
had to remove them to return to normal life as a billionaire. Once removed the girl all the evidence against him would fall on deaf ears, and within a few months, he could rearrange the contacts in the sports world and return its trafficking.
Rebecca had seen him with his own eyes to make arrangements with some of the leaders of the USADA and, if she could testify, would raise a fuss as to undermine the entire American sports world.
If he had spoken would open the way for a series of investigations that have involved athletes not only willing to make use of doping just to win, but also coaches and clubs compliant. Not to mention some members of the National Anti-Doping Agency who had accepted money in exchange for their silence.
The stakes were too high and certainly worth more than the life of the woman.
"I do not want to die. Not so ... "he whispered to his lips tight.
He stood motionless, his face smashed on the floor of the platform. He passed a trembling hand on her stomach, praying that a miracle happened.
did not know what to do. If he had stood up, he would have no escape, but she could not stay there forever. Around her only water.
Kendall fired a second time, missing the target.
"Damn it! Get up, "cried his eyes out of their sockets, taking aim.
Rebecca closed her eyes to feel more secure and calm breathing.
For five minutes nothing happened. Kendall was waiting like a spider lurking in the corner of his web. He had stopped firing, but she knew that was still down there somewhere, ready to take a false step.
"Jeff? Is that you? "
A voice in the air seemed to ask that question. At first he thought he imagined it. The result of a strange twist of mind.
"Phelps" said nervous rubbed my eyes, "It 's a long time no see," stammered Kendall, trying to sound calm. Quickly hid the weapon behind his back, holding my breath.
Rebecca, his body stiff from tension, was crossed by a deep emotion when he recognized that voice. He raised his head and listened to hear better. It seemed to her impossible that Michael, his own Michael, was there in that pool. He smiled looking at the belly.
"That's our little miracle," she whispered, turning to her child.
happy expression that appeared on her face disappeared in a flash, just realized that Kendall would hurt Michael.
The guy is completely ignorant of what was happening, but also leaves room for man.
"So you want to answer? What are you doing in Denver and more in a swimming pool closed to the public, "asked a bit 'confused, frowning and moving forward with his hands in his pockets.
"Nothing particular, I was just enjoying a little 'answered the other, trying to stall for time, waiting to have it at gunpoint.
"Son of a bitch!" Railed Becky biting his lips, when he realized what he had in mind.
He had no choice. Stood up and ran to the edge of the shooting platform, shouting the name of Michael to warn him. Kendall could not allow him to hurt.
"Run, Michael! Run away! "He shouted with all the top of his lungs.
He looked toward the voice. It all happened so quickly that he had no time to be afraid or react. Kendall saw the corner of pulling out his gun, hidden behind his back, look towards the platform and fired three shots in a row.
Rebecca crossed his arms before his face to defend himself, but in the heat of the moment, put a foot slipped over the edge and falling forward into the void.
At that moment the mind ceased to think of Michael. Rapid focused image of his red hair that hung down over his eyes as he fell. It recognized it instantly.
"No way!"
Instinct took over on him. Totally.
A powerful and sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through the veins to the brain, short-circuit the its system of perception. In my ears still hear that voice crying scared.
"I ... can not be true." Despite what he had seen, that woman could not be her Becky, even if the face and voice were identical.
After a moment of blackout, he came to himself. He did not care to understand and, even though it had no effect, struck with the face of uncontrollable violence Kendall. Then, without further ado, plunged into the water.
The man fell to the ground unconscious, without even being able to see where the shot had come.
took a deep breath and dived to find her. He saw her float two feet from the bottom, unconscious. A long row of bubbles protruding from the mouth and nose. He held his arms open, completely adrift.
While reaching out with eyes wide open, still wondering what a dirty mind he could arrange such a joke, believing in a dream. But just grabbed her wrist to pull it up, an electric shock to the struck to the heart.
Once surfaced on the surface, dragged her neck while holding the other because they do not swallow water, to the edge of the tub. And, by lifting the arms, pulled her out of the pool.
Although Kendall was not able to center it, Rebecca had stopped breathing.
Michael stared at her in complete panic before doing anything.
"B ... Becky."
He stood there, transfixed, with trembling hands. He could not speak, or touch it.
She was pale, almost lifeless. A porcelain doll. Those who loved her delicate features so prominently framed by red hair stuck to his face.
Finally, the brain began to function. "Becky! Becky! "Shouted shaking his shoulders," Open your eyes! Becky! "
Folds head slightly back, the hold your nose with two fingers and placed his lips on her to help her breathe. He had never done such a thing, but he had groped.
As that was pressing on the sternum to massage the heart, become aware of what he was doing.
simply a miracle. Or the cruelest of nightmares, if he could not save her.
"Please open your eyes, love ..." begged her with a hoarse voice, continuing to provide artificial respiration. He stopped praying over his body to catch even a subtle movement to give him some hope. "Becky ..." he went on with shining eyes and the stomach to pieces by the emotions she felt, "You can not do this to me ...."
A cough made her return to the senses. Michael, without losing time, turned his head to one side because they choked as the water spills from his mouth. Slowly return the saw color. And he with her.
"Hello, Monsieur ..." he whispered with trembling eyelids, "you should teach me how to swim."
Michael said nothing, but her smile, suspended somewhere between incredulity and joy, she spoke to him. He had no doubts, that was her Becky, because only she could find the desire to play at a time like that.
Their eyes met for the first time in months. He did not take his eyes from her face, scared that vanish as the last time he had dreamed. Becky reached out and ruffled his hair wet with her fingers, communicating with that simple gesture that he could not say with words.
At one point, he saw something in the corner of my eye. He looked down.
opened his mouth and eyes, with the same expression of amazement on his face painted the first man landed on the moon. That vision sent him back to block the brain.
swallowed, trying to reset the neurons.
"What the fuck ..." was the only sentence that makes sense that he managed to say.
was pregnant. Unquestionably pregnant.
kept staring at her belly, stupid. He could not decide exactly which one truth he had just discovered the most shocking: the fact that she was alive or expecting a child. And he was scared to death to ask who was the father.
Suddenly, in the still air, the hiss of a bullet tore it from those shiny little reasoning.
Both turned shooting into the source of that sound. Michael lifted the back of Rebecca helping her to sit.
Kendall had regained consciousness and points the gun at advancing towards them enraged by the pangs of pain in his face and how the situation had got out of hand. Struggled to keep the direction, because Michael had hit very hard. A trickle of blood dripped from his right cheekbone.
"You should stay out of it! Now you will die with your bitch! And this time will be forever. " Outstretched arm muscles ready to fire, but before he could do it, Michael and fell on him. Thrown to the ground by the violence of impact, they began to fight each other. The gun fell to the feet of Rebecca.
The woman picked it up.
punch at Michael's pit of the stomach, then a second kidney. He could not know the details of what Jeff had done to Becky, but what he sensed was enough to want dead. An uncontrolled rage possessed him. The third shot in the face, stunning enough to make it harmless. The man lying on the ground, in pain.
"You're just a worm and rot in jail for the rest of your life," cried at last ceasing to hit him.
Michael, still sitting on the ground, turned to Rebecca, and sought eyes.
The girl, standing behind him, he still had the gun in the hands of Kendall.
"'s all over ..." he said to reassure her, while trying to get up.
Then another shot. Looked up and saw Becky crying with the gun aimed forward.
spun.
Jeff Kendall was dead. Rebecca did not hesitate to shoot as soon as she saw him pull out a knife to hit Michael in the back, in a last desperate attempt to get away.
"Throw the gun! FBI "
The voices of the agents who burst into the pool and were ordered to leave the gun at Rebecca for her were just sounds confused.
He felt his eyes slide over the skin lost to Michael, who was staring at her like a ghost. And in that glance took the bitterness and sorrow for what they both felt they had lived. And he could not help but wonder what the future had in Serbia for them.
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Title: ONE STEP BACK
Author: Myrtle S.
Category: Celebrities (RPF) Swimming
Rating: + 16
Characters: Michael Phelps, original characters.
Status: In process of publication
Some considerations: here it is! For the next patient! If I had time I would have included a photo of Jack Nicholson in The Shining :)... You know "Wendy ?...":)
Chapter 64
Rebecca stared blankly the barrel of the gun. He could not understand what had happened.
He blinked and licked her lips to recover from this nightmare.
"Ah! Hot. "
He touched his fingers with the tip of the gun and let it fall to the ground.
swallowed.
The forehead drenched in sweat.
He looked down.
"Forgive me, my love," Magone said, holding her, stroking her belly. The vortex of madness that had sucked was broken by a slight movement of her child. Feel it moving inside of him had brought back. He was not born yet and already owed him his life.
stood up and grabbed the phone.
Without taking his eyes from the body of Logan, dialed the number that had to memorize when it entered the security program. Agent Bailey thought to protect her, taking every precaution possible, and it was very clear about what he should have done if something had happened.
"Logan ..."
hands continued to tremble. "Come on, answer! Damn it! "
A voice on the other side. "Bailey?"
"I'm Rebecca, he is ... But what happens? Pronto! Pronto! "
someone had disconnected the power before he could finish talking.
He stood, petrified.
near as I felt that day in Mexico.
eyes became shiny again, but this time could not make noise. He bent slowly to the ground and grabbed the gun from Logan. She went stealthily to the kitchen and stepped back to the center of the stay. Her heart bumped in the chest, as if to shoot out any moment.
A deep sigh and a mad dash for the door.
**
When at last he came to the 1488 South Pearl, a small group of people had already gathered in the courtyard. Since the diminished breath caused by the race, before asking for an explanation from someone.
"You're an idiot!"
"Sorry, sheriff, I shot the party by mistake."
"accidentally?" he asked incredulously with the veins of the neck throbbed with anger. "What the fuck you were taught during training?! Back in Central, tonight you are done to combine bullshit. "
"S ... yes, sir!"
Michael's attention was attracted by the screams of a police officer committed to rebuke his colleague. Judging by the expression of age and lost with which the little boy looked at his head, should not have more than twenty years.
hid her hands under the light short-sleeved shirt he was wearing. Although it was May, a cool breeze was blowing that night, and branches of poplar trees of the avenue were moving in the wind whistling confused words. He was rushed away so quickly, that he had not even had time to take the car to cover up something.
Two patrol cars, parked askew in the middle of the lawn, they prevented the curious to approach the door of the duplex. Michael rubbed his eyes, annoyed by the light of flashing intermittently.
curious observer agent roll out a tape yellow, imprinted with "Do not Cross the line " to delimit the area of access.
shook his head, bewildered.
had come there to face the man who had carried off Rebecca, but certainly did not expect to be confronted with an entire team of police. He felt suddenly projected on the scene of a crime. What was happening was not real.
An intense white light aimed right between the eyes put it in his agitation, increase the heart. A Channel Four crew was arranging the equipment for a direct link.
The swimmer, afraid that someone might recognize him, pulled apart, trying to blend in with the crowd of onlookers.
"Are you ready, Madison?"
"Yes, of course. Only a location that trick! "
" Three ... two ... one .... "
The cameraman, it wagged its tail like a dog behind a woman with long blonde hair styled in art and the plastic smile, waved her she could start talking about when he wanted.
"Good evening everyone, here is Madison Walters connected from Denver for a special edition of news of the night. As you can see behind me ... "he dodged to the side because the camera was able to frame the house where Logan and Rebecca had lived," ... the police are still working to establish exactly what is happened within of this house. "
Michael, with ears pricked, listening carefully. Part of him is cursed for not returning to Baltimore along with Alejandro. But another wanted to know more about all that matter.
"Early rumors are two victims found. Logan Bailey, whose real identity remain many uncertainties, lived in this house with his young wife, who apparently disappeared into thin air. The second body, however, by the name of Jeremy Tannon, athlete Lersik Corporation, overwhelmed the last December by the now infamous doping scandal, along with the director of this company. For several months the police were on his trail with no appreciable results. Nothing is known of the reasons for what, at first glance, seems to have been a settling of scores ".
Michael rolled his eyes.
"Jeremy!" He stammered, clenching his fists, linking that name to the death of Rebecca. With sweaty hands Cavic called on the phone. Compose your number without thinking, as if it were the only Milorad, at that time, able to understand what goes on in his head. With him I did not need explanation.
The phone rang empty four or five times before you decide to respond.
"You're watching TV?"
"Yes."
did not add anything else.
not even know what exactly had led to call him.
After a couple of minutes of silence, Cavic spoke again, "I'm going to the airport," then hung up without waiting for Phelps to comment on his decision.
Michael began to walk along the road, leaving behind all that hustle and bustle of people coming and going from the house. The dizzy and needed to drink some water.
He turned for a last look.
Now that the man who had shot Becky was dead, paid with his own money, not the left most no one to blame.
From that moment began the most difficult to forget.
was terribly confused and restless.
**
Half an hour before ...
went down with a single bound, the three stone steps on the porch and jumped into the road to seek help. This outreach to attract the attention of passersby. But it was useless.
horrified by noting that the neighborhood was deserted.
all happened in an instant. Two blinding lights focused on him, the sound of tires screeching on the tarmac and boarded a sharp pain in the kidneys.
He heard footsteps. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of shoes for men, are polished perfectly, still in front of his face. He tried to lift his head, but he had the strength to pull the cheek from the road.
"See you, Princess."
winced.
That voice, sharp and slimy stomach turn.
"Kendall ..." he whispered with a look of disgust on his face.
moved his hand to check the gun, probably next fall there, somewhere, when the car had struck. The joy I feel in between the toes, was suffocated by the thick of the pain I felt when Jeff stopped his hand, stamping with violence.
"You should not play with guns," he chuckled.
The talk of an engaged couple who were approaching they put him in alarm. Dragged her by the hair and forced her to climb on the back seat of his car.
"Let's get out of here."
Rebecca did not resist. Nothing, not even a breath.
did not know where the man was carrying, but she was sure would kill her. He had been chasing for months, and would not stop at nothing.
beg him to let her go and show mercy would not be served. Already knew him well, and knew that the only thing that could stop him was a hole in his forehead.
hated him.
breathed once, twice, three times before playing the last card, although he probably would have cost him his life. The car had traveled no more than two blocks when, in desperation, he found the courage to open the door and jump out.
Jeff nailed, to the end pressing on the brake pedal as soon as he realized what he had done. The car swerved from side to side before stopping about fifty meters later. He looked in the rearview mirror, his mouth ajar, the body of Rebecca still on the road. Almost certain she was dead.
The veins were boiling when he saw his feet and run away.
began to walk faster and faster, holding her belly with one hand to move more quickly. Hunted like an animal. He felt pain all over and had nowhere to go.
The lack of air and could no longer stand.
He went, without thinking, to the first building that he faced. He was not home, but he was not lucid enough to understand it now.
began knocking on the large glass door that opened onto the main facade.
"Help me! Open up! Open up! "
While shouting in vain, controlled the corner of Kendall's car, which had reversed back to reach it more quickly.
lingered a moment.
"It's not so easy, you bastard!"
He looked around for something to force the door. He saw a stone in the grass and threw it hard against the glass.
With your elbow hit the parts sticking to the iron structure and became space in the slot to enter. In the heat of the movement, was caught between a hem of the remains of the glass. He bit his lip when he felt torn thigh meat from those sharp splinters.
into the building by hiding in the shadows.
"Stupid bitch! Will not you just make up your mind to die, right? "Said disappointed, staring at the pool at the University of Denver in which Rebecca had slipped to escape.
checked the gun before starting to chase her, and hid something in his pocket. Is self-confident smile, and swore to himself that he would not allowed to see the light of morning. That story had lasted too long.
was not able to turn on the light because the janitor, as every evening after closing, he had cut the power switch. So advanced trial and error, however, safe to drive him out very soon.
The center was not very large and, in addition to the bathtub floor, would have to sift through a couple of changing rooms and the local coffee shop.
"Come baby, why do not you decide to come out. I could be forgiving, if you're nice to me. "
Kendall continues to call and simulate piety, and to review every single nook and cranny of the building.
After about half an hour of research not only remained but a hiding place: the pool area.
"Becky, honey. I know you're here. "
the humidity of the environment even more nervous.
He wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket.
Rebecca, watching him hidden in the shadows, jumped at that little distraction. The came out behind him and hit him in the head with a weight that swimmers use to train.
The man staggered, stunned. The pistol slipped from his hands.
She wasted no time and jumped on the weapon to possess.
"Let go! Leave me or I swear I'll kill you, "shouted looking back and pointing the gun at him, while he, with one hand, he had managed to lock the ankle.
The muscles of the arms were shaking and he could not hit the face of Kendall in the viewfinder. The blurred vision for fatigue, pain and agitation. The man laughed, convinced that he would never find the courage to use it.
"Disgusting whore, I would have to cut your throat with my hands after we fucked!"
The situation was causing deliberate and amused him. She played with her push for an extreme action.
"And tell me, the bastard in you is mine or that idiot with no brain?"
Rebecca stiffened with anger.
pull the plug on his conscience and pulled the trigger with coldness. Jeff Kendall deserved to die, and would not have spent one minute of his life to regret having done so.
Time froze.
In the silence only the sound of his breathing.
"Stupid girl, I thought it was really that simple?"
"But ..."
pulled the trigger again and again and again. But the weapon was not loaded.
He made fun of her.
She threw it aside and ran with the lungs in the throat to the other side of the pool. He stopped, with the rapid breathing, with his hands against the wall.
dropped his arms at his sides as soon as he realized that there were no exits.
was trapped.
saw Jeff coming towards you while you insert the charger. He tilted his face to the side, and the look is lost on the smooth surface of the water, affected by the reflection of moonlight that penetrated through the glass.
The eyes grew moist thinking back to when, two years before, had slipped at night with Michael in a swimming pool Geneva.
"Monsieur, you never taught to swim," whispered a hint of a rueful smile, looking at his hands still stained with the blood of Logan.
There was no hope.
**
"I must have the wrong road, where the hell I parked the ' Escalade?"
Michael had Bailey left the house already half an hour and was kidnapped from his thoughts, he found himself on a path that did not know. Certainly not the one that had the outward journey.
He pulled the phone from his pocket and called his coach.
"Hey, it's me. Are you still traveling? "
" Yeah. Want to talk to Alec? If you want to wake him up. "
"No. Forget it, Bob. I just needed to hear a friendly voice. "
Silence.
"Mike, go home. Your family is waiting for you. "
closed the call.
Bob was right. He had gone too far.
Rebecca had died and had to decide to accept it. His life and that of Alec had to go forward.
A group of university students who come home from a pub in the area, passed by side, touching. Whispering and joking cheerfully last game of the Lakers aloud. A girl with a gentle smile gesturing with his hands to make themselves heard from friends and seemed to enjoy the most.
's heart sank.
Even his Becky deserved that life. And he would do anything as a gift.
"Hey guys, you have to smoke?"
The party went on without badargli. They probably had lifted a bit 'too much to drink to be able to hear. Advanced in their direction. All except the girl who had struck the attention of Michael. He rummaged in her bag and offered him a cigarette.
"You are Michael Phelps, right? What I swim like a tuna, "he asked with curious eyes and his head cocked to one side.
Michael smiled.
"You mean shark?"
"Allison, come on!"
ran away, called the voices of his friends.
Again silence.
raised his face toward the sky and gave a shot that cigarette with a great desire to cry.
"did you smoke more when they get mad at me ..."
The cast, stamping with his foot.
had to say goodbye. Forever.
image.
Pieces of glass on the asphalt. The fabric of a dress stained with blood, caught on a glass door shattered.
shook the eyes to focus on the building across the street.
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