Love was blind to the boy who saw with his mind, but never to the girl who could see without her eyes.
Chapter 7 : /6/Love was blind to the Boy who saw with his mind, but never to the Girl who saw without her eyes./6/
Hello! sorry it took so long, but Quizilla wasn't letting me post anything new for some weird reason!!...*shrugs* but heres part 6!
"DADDY!" an eight year old version of Frankie squealed in Delight as a tall man, looks strikingly similar to that of Travis and Madix came into hugging distance of The Young beauty. The Big Apple Circus.
"Hey darlin` " he smiled placing a kiss on her forehead, shaking Mr. Beckett's hand before picking up the fragile angel of a daughter in his arms and placing her safely into her car seat in his car.
"Are we going to the Circus Daddy?!" he little girl bounced in her seat, her little curls framing her face, giving her this beautiful innocence that no child today possessed.
"Anything for you sweetie" he smiled, starting the car and slowly making his way towards
The scene changed, the boy having the dream twisting and turning in his bed, his sheets clutching around his body, sweat forming across his hair line.
"Oh Daddy! They're so pretty!" she gushed, as she saw the elephants and the trapeze performers come to the ring.
"Not as much as you sweetie" her dad smiled, poking her nose before turning back to the circus.
"Daddy, when I get older. Can I walk ropes like her?" she asked, her small button nose scrunched up in concentration.
"You can be and do anything you set you heart to darlin`" He smiled waiting for her to finish.
"Okay, Then I want to be like her Daddy." the little girl smiled, showing her small but blinding-ly white teeth.
"Then I'll be there for you every performance" The girls father promised, as she climbed onto his lap.
"Promise Daddy?" she questioned as she focused her beautiful Aqua Blue eyes on the Dark Haired women who was walking the Rope, her eyes shining in amazement.
"I promise Pumpkin" He stated wrapping his arms around his only daughter.
"Oh god" the young teenager groaned in his sleep his hands tugging at his hair as he lay curled in the fetal position.
"Oh Daddy! Thank you so much!" the little girl smiled, her little pink dress clashing horribly with her Bright yellow sandals.
"It's my pleasure sweetie" her dad Smiled lifting her up onto his hip, as he could easily do with such a small child who still looked like she could be 5.
"I love you Daddy." the little girl stated, laying her head on her fathers Shoulder.
"I love you too Sweetie" he stated, his smile stretched across his face faltering as she fell asleep.
"Oh god, Please no" the Boy pleaded, tears leaking from his eyes as his sheet's and comforter wrapped him in a cocoon. "No" he pleaded, somehow knowing where his dream, was a nightmare that once had been lived.
"Are you bringing me back home daddy?" The young girl asked curiously, as she noticed how fast her Father was going.
"No baby, your gonna come with me" he stated, trying to keep his cool, as fear seized the little girls chest.
"Don't hurt her!" he whispered through his tears, his heart clenched tightly, almost painfully with fear.
"Daddy, why are you going so fast?" she asked, her eyes squinted as she tried to figure out what The 80 meant.
"The faster I go the quicker we get to where we're going." he stated, losing some of his cool and collected facade.
"Where are we going daddy?" she questioned, her eyes flicking to all of the tree's being replaced by buildings, all of the colors blurring as it whizzed by her.
"I can't tell you that" he stated, a slight edge in his voice that further frightened his young and fragile daughter.
"Daddy, please slow down" she pleaded her beautiful eyes wide with fear.
"I cant do that Sweetie" he stated shortly as he accelerated.
"No!" the boy cried, gaining the attention of his mother and father. "Don't! GOD PLEASE NO!" he cried, his tears running down his face.
"Slow down!" the young girl stated with wide eyes as she stared at the man in front of her as the speedometer flew fast towards the right.
"Why should I 'Lizabeth?" he asked through clenched teeth as they grew closer to the center of town the lights of the stars and small houses flashing by the little girl in a whirl of colors. "They'll just take you from me when I do! So why should I slow down when I know that we will get far away from them! You'll be free! We can finally be a family again!" He screamed his eyes crazed as he continued to speed through the quiet streets of the Vegas Suburbs, towards the train tracks.
"Wake up sweety!" his mother tried to wake him up, her own tears filling her eyes as she noticed the pained expression on his face.
"Don't hurt her!" he screamed into his pillow, his tears falling faster than every, every emotion that the little girl felt seizing his body. "Just slow down!" he demanded his body shaking with sobs.
"Daddy! PLEASE SLOW DOWN!" she continued tears pooling and falling like a water fall from her beautiful Aqua Blue eyes, her Pitch Black hair falling in front of her Beautifully natural Italian skin. Her curls bouncing as they took a sharp turn, her small Eight year old body slipping out of her car seat.
"SHUT UP FRANKIE!" he roared stepping on the gas the car roaring to life as he speed through the tracks, the screeching of train as it tried to stop the inevitable, the loud deafening roar of its horn, trying to tell the car to not continue.
And then, the fraction of a second where light engulfed the scene, the little girl that struggled to get into her Seat being the only thing seen before all noise ended except a little girls screams and the sickening crack of a broken neck. And as the train finally stopped all to be seen was the lifeless corpse of the little girls father, and the little girl who lay broken her own blood flowing from her head and appendages, she cried, before all went black.
"DADDY!"
"FRANKIE!" the boy screamed his eyes opening to see his mother with tears flowing from her eyes, matching that of his own. "Oh god mom!" he sobbed before attacking his mother in a hug as he broke down in her arms. "Its was so horrible! I couldn't wake up! I couldn't-oh god" he sobbed his tears flowing down his face, and onto his mothers pajamas.
"Its okay Sweetie, just tell me what happened" she demanded gently as she rocked with her Seventeen year old son slowly.
"I saw it- I saw it. I saw the Accident I-i saw Frankie, oh god mom there was so much blood!" he cried, his arms gripping him closer to the only source of comfort he could find."I saw it all, mom, it was horrible, she was all blood. And-and I couldn't even help her!" he continued, his hands gripping tightly to his mothers top, his own nails biting back into his own palm. "I couldn't even help her" he whispered her tears and sobs picking up as he continued to cry into his mothers Shoulder.
What if she had died?
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