{Collin} Family Crisis

[`Miranda Dugger]

If you want someone who will be your friend. I'm your woman.

If you want two arms to get wrapped up in, I'm your woman.[/color][/b][/center][/font]

Miranda and Collin had just arrived from their rodeo they had gone to back in her hometown. They had stayed with her parents for a few days. They helped each other drive the long distance back home. She hated that drive but it was worth it to rodeo and see her parents once again. She loved her parents..even though they had bad memories she still loved them. She was driving and she pulled up to the barn and parked to unload the horses.

She stepped out and yawned, shutting the truck door behind her. Such a long drive..she was ready for bed. But tonight she wasn't going to get any sleep. But shhh.. she didn't know that. She unloaded all the horses, tieing Collin's up on teh side of the trailer so he could put them away. She put away hers. All the horses were tired and Streak layed down almost immediately after getting into his soft bedded stall. She smiled a little and just wanted to go and sleep. She fed her horses and checked on the one's her friend had watched over. Sadly enough, today her friend moved away. She was kinda upsept about that. She was really her only friend in Pinewood.

After putting the horses away, making sure they were in good health and doing good; she walked to Collin and put her arms around his neck. She laid her head on his chest tiredly. " I love you." She said and closed her eyes a moment. She kissed his cheek and smiled a little. "I"m gonna park my trailer and head home." She said and kissed his lips and went out and parked her trailer and unhooked it. She put her lock on the gooseneck so no one could steal it. She yawned and drove back up to the barn. She got out and petted Collin's dog. "You are such a good boy." She said and smiled.

She walked back to Collin and hugged him. "Night. I'm gonna head home and get some sleep. I will see you tomorrow." She said giving him a smile. Yes, usually they just slept at his house but tonight she needed to go home and make sure her house was in one piece. But what they didn't know was what was gonna happen tonight. Would Collin see her again??

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She was fast asleep in her bed. It was about two in the morning. Someone pounded on her front door. She got up and yawned running her fingers through her hair. She opened teh door. "Miss Dugger you need to come with us. Your family is in danger so we need you to come with us to Idaho where you can be safe." He said. Her eyes got big and her mouth dropped. She quickly went to her room and put some clothes on and packed her suite case with all teh things she needed. Twenty minutes later she was ready to go.

She got her phone out to call Collin but the police snatched it from her, turned it off and gave it to another police officer. She frowned...this must be serious, she thought. "You can have no contact with anyone but the police and your family for now." He said and walked her to his car. She wanted to cry...what was Collin gonna do while she was gone? Would he find a new girl? Would he move away? ..All these questions in her head. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. She didn't want to leave him without notice. But she had to to keep her and her family safe and probually even Collin.

She thought about her horses and cried some more as she sat in teh back seat. Collin would surely take care of them for her.. wouldn't he? She hoped.. if not they would starve. She didn't want to leave Streak behind. Streak was her most favorite horse. She wiped the tears from her face and took a deep breathe. She had to be strong.. for her family and for Collin. She just didn't know if she would make it through this, or if her life would end.. or if she got back, she would have to start over again.

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OOC: 721 words. i have not posted that much in a long time so your gonna have to give me a break :] i tried tho..thats all teh matters.

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Miranda Dugger
I need you. Like a needle needs a vein. [/color][/font][/center][/b]

[Collin Sivlin]

Tears fall in vain
I'm standing in the rain

Hour upon hours of driving was tiring; there was no other way to put it. Dispite this fact however, the dark haired boy's eyes were still alight. Happy. And why should he not be? Coming home with a string of four horses- one his own, and three being trained by him, was something good- something that not everyone could have. What was more, beside him for the whole trip had been Miranda. Beautiful Miranda. He smiled contentedly as he stretched his tired muscles. His world had gone from what seemed to be rock bottom to sky high in a matter of months, and the only thing that he could possibly ever ask for as more was...

He slipped his hand into the pocket of his all-too worn out jeans and touched the tiny velveteen box gingerly. A ring, and so much more than a ring was sitting nestled in that box, and with it a question that both terrified and excited him. He had placed second along with Arrow, the gelding that had led him on this journey in the first place, and with the small bit of money from the rodeo along with a bit more- he had bought the ring. It was small and not half of what he wished he could give her, but it was beautiful. A set of tiny diamonds lined over the top edge of it, with white gold rimming the full ring. Not fancy, but beautiful all the same.

By the time he made his way to the back of the trailer, Miranda had already unloaded both her horses and his- and had them all tethered to rings. "Thankyou" he murmered as she began leading Streak into the barn, before walking over to Scuro and untying her. The mare was happy to be home and it showed as she pranced beside him into the darkened barn. He quickly took off her shipping bandages and re-adjusted her blanket before patting her nose and leading her into her stall. "Bonne nuit ma douce

" He said, before heading over to the trailer again to collect Arrow. The gelding nickered softly to him, happy not to of been forgotten. Collin smiled. The bay horse's appearance had changed majorly since he had first come to Pinewood. the clumsy, ill muscled brute of a horse that had all but plodded out of the trailer that first day was now a powerful, thoughtful animal. Maybe he would never make it into the big leagues as his owners hoped, but he would do just fine. He was a fantastic anmal and there was no doubting his intelligence. " Atta boy" The boy led the horse towards his stall, freshly bedded down with straw and filled with sweet smelling hay. He took the animal's bandages off and scratched his ears. "Thankyou friend." He said, almost to himself. It was-after all- because of Arrow that he'd met Miranda. Because of him that he'd gone to Montana(?) and come back with two new horses to work. He would miss the animal when he went home the next week.

The next two horses Collin was unfamiliar with, as he had gotten them only two days ago. They seemed fairly well mannered though, and he was grateful. They were yearlings from Miranda's father's farm; a dappled grey filly and a curly-maned palomino colt. These two animals he did not bring into the barn, but instead out to the pasture. As far as he knew, they'd never been in stalls before and he didn't want to make them more nervouse than he was. He gave them some hay and water- shut the gate and headed to the barn again. There he checked on both Cloud and Game, smiling as he saw that they were both sound asleep. Cloud was standing on all four, which was a very good sign.

After getting his tack and such out of the trailer and storing them once more, Collin was finished. It was at this time that he let Farrow out of the trailer. The dog was rediculously excited to be out. Collin grinned, ruffling the animals fur as he jumped up and howled. Miranda appeared and put her arms around his neck. " I love you." she said, laying her head against his chest and closing her eyes. He stroked her hair for a moment, content. "I"m gonna park my trailer and head home." He nodded. When she kissed him he smiled against her lips- kissing her back quickly. She did so, and came back to tell him goodbye. Hugging him, she said "Night. I'm gonna head home and get some sleep. I will see you tomorrow." and he reculently let her go. "Love you."

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Four months. Silently the boy sat staring out at the grass from his deck- with eyes glazed over from lack of sleep. It was hardly three in the morning- a time when nothing should be awake, and yet he hadn't even tried to sleep yet. There was no point. Sleep could not come to him, nor could any sensible thought. He just sat there, almost completely zoned out. Not very heavy in the first place, he had dwindled down to almost nothing in the past months, skin and bones. His normally bronzed features now looked as if they had belonged to someone else entirely, for now, he even felt like another person entired. Nothing seemed the same.

That night- what seemed be both not so long ago, and a life time before, he'd had no idea. And now he still didn't. He couldn't find her- he'd tried time upon time to call her only to reach her voice mail. It just didn't make sense. His Miranda, the girl who forever seemed to be talking or texting- unreachable. She'd just... dissapeared. Without a trace; leaving everything she owned. He remembered driving to the stables later than normal the day after their trip, expecting that she'd be there. It hadn't really bothered him though, she was probably home still asleep. He remembered feeding her horses for her, exercising his own, then driving over to her house that afternoon. Her truck had been there, but when he knocked no one answered. He waited and waited, but nothing. Eventually he went back home, but when he returned to the barn again the next day to see no sign of Miranda, and all of her horses in a fury from not getting their evening rations- he knew that there was something terribly wrong.

It was then that he began to get nervous. Driving to her home yet again, he knocked. No answer- and yet the truck was still here. He went to the back door and knocked again. Nothing. Had she hurt herself? He had paced back and forth before trying the handle, and suprisingly- it opened. Left unlocked. He stepped in, looking around. "Miranda?" He called. No answer again. It was now when he became frantic, running through all of the rooms searching. And yet he saw nothing. Everything seemed fine- but she was not here. Finally he entered her room hopefully- but when he saw a drawer partly open with clothes missing, and her shoes missing as well, it became evident to him. She had left.

Now, as he sat on the deck- he still did not know why she had left him, and he came to the conclusion that it must of been something wrong on his part. Something terribly wrong on his part. He sighed. What though? What had he done wrong? What he didn't understand even more though, was that she had lefter her beloved horses. On an impulse, he weakly stood and went to his truck, turning it on and climbing in. He had made this trip hundreds of times in the past months, only to find the same thing. Emptiness. Every day after he devotedly fed and cared for her many animals- he would drive to her house and sit, waiting, hoping she'd come back. Now he'd almost given up hope of her coming back to him- his many calls had stopped a few weeks back ending with his last one, his voice cracking with tears that needed shed and sadness that he couldn't explain.

" Miranda baby, please pick up. I love you. I love you Miranda- I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know what I did baby but I'm sorry. Please.: It was after this that he'd truely given up.

Still- something drew him to her house every night, its weeds grown rediculously tall and the electricity shut off. It had been locked up by the government months ago- but still he felt the need to be there. So he drove. And when he arrived, as he had so many times before, he didn't even get out. Just sat there silently- staring mindlessly at the deserted house. And as he hours began to tick by- finally, he found peace. Resting his head against the wheel he closed his eyes. "Why?"
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No matter how I feel
I never seem to know what's real

OOC: 1539 <333 that was fun to post xD I had to add a few little minorities like that the house was unlocked that one day and such just so the plot would flow right, but tell me if I need to change anything. Also I can't remember the dappled grey filly's name xD maybe you do? I remember that the palomino's name was curly, but thats it. Luff ya!
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[`Miranda Dugger]

I'm sorry I had to leave you.

I still love you. [/color][/b][/center][/font]

Miranda had been to Idaho for four months. It was really a living h.ell trying to keep away from the killer. The killer wanted her dad dead so he could get all her dad's horses and land. But really it wasn't going to work. She was scared all the time. They had to worry about weather they were gonna stay alive or not each day. It was a constant worry. She hated it. She constantly thought about Collin. She wanted to see him, talk to him, be in his arms. She creid every night.. wishing she was laying beside him. She could only image the hurt and the pain he was in from her departure. God she hated herself for that, but she couldn't do anything about it. She hoped and prayed her horses were ok.. That was her second concern. Streak.. god she hoped he was doing ok without her. He was probually so depressed.

But it was toward the end of the fourth month gone when finally the killer found them. Everyone was sleeping and her door had been broke open and there he was. The killer had grabbed her by the throat and punched her in the ribs a few times to knock the wind out of her. She got breathe enough to scream and he through her front first into a china cabinet. She put enough pressure on her ribs three broke and she got a gash on her forehead from teh glass. She was passed out on the floor. The killer had wondered to hide but in came some police when he found her dad's room. He had shot at her dad and missed him. The police got him and put him to jail.

After a few hours, she had finally woken up in the hospital. She had bandage on her ribs to keep them in place. Her throat was black and blue. Her head where it was cut was stitched and swollen. She felt terrible. She was being taken care of by her parents at their house for a week after that. And when she was healed and no one else was after her dad. She was given her phone and all her stuff. Her phone was dead though. She had no charger. It was at home.

Her dad then decided to drive her back home, because he and her mother were concerned about her. She cried all night and she woke up depressed. She needed Collin, and quickly. It was slowly killing her, and probually Collin. So it took two days to get there, because Miranda could only handle so much then would get dizzy and feel sick. It was a terrible two days. She puked alot and never ate. Her dad just hoped Collin was there waiting. Or Miranda would just die from heartache.

Once arrived, she had stopped at teh barn with her dad. She hugged and petted all her horses. Giving them treats, and brushing them made them feel better and more happy. Especially Streak. She just wished she could ride. But she wasn't in any shape to ride. Not even close. She felt a little better to see her horses well. Collin must have take good care of them. Her dad drove her to the house because she was tired and was really sleepy. When they pulled up, Collin's vehicle was there. She burst out in tears in her dad's car. She didn't know what to say to Collin. She looked at her dad hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Thanks dad. Call me when you get to a hotel." She said. "Love you." Her father said he loved her too and that he would. She got out and shut teh door. Her father drove off. She went to Collin's car where he was sitting.

She opened the drivers side door where he had his head on the steering wheel. She burst out in tears once again and moved his frale body upward and hugged him tightly. The pain in her ribs was ignored. Her heart raced glad to seee him. She kissed his cheek and looked into his eyes. "I love you. I'm so sorry.. How can I ever make this up to you?" She asked and hugged him again. She took his hand and tugged on it. Wanting him to get out so she could really hug him.

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OOC: 748 words. cant remember lol.. just call her storm lol

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Miranda Dugger
I need you. Like a needle needs a vein. [/color][/font][/center][/b]

[Collin Sivlin]

Tears fall in vain
I'm standing in the rain

so often the boy had known dissapointment. It had been- perhaps, the only thing that had been dependable to him for the most of 15 years. Nothing was ever the same, except for that knowing in the back of his mind that everything was always temporary. Nothing good lasted for long, and you had to just embrace it while you could. He'd been forced to become almost numb to it- and not trust himself to be able to keep something. Allowing himself to so much as get to know Marie had been a large step for him- and what followed was something he would of never thought to happen. He almost become oblivouse to his re-accuring streak of loss in this time with her, relaxing and hoping with all of his might that this would, just maybe, be something he would not have to suffer seeing go, or destroyed. Dispite his fevrent devotion to her though, still it had all been ripped away in the incident that day...and all of reality had come crashing down.

Moving away- to America even - had not changed the his way of seeing things. He'd distanced himself from anything and everything that could possibly hurt him, a natural defense against the hurt already burned into him forever. He hadn't been able to help himself however; when he met Miranda. She'd been consistent and perfect thing in his life- and though he'd at first believed that things could only end in grief, he had slowly, unconciously, allowed his guard to slip and hope fill in the hole that had made it's nest inside of him for so long. He'd loved her, cared for her- and at the same time been so, so glad to of been offered a second chance. He'd been happy.

He ought to of expected it, something to come up. After all, it seemed to just be fate that he never remain happy for long. Less than half a year into the relationship but a whole heart later, she'd dissapeared. He was distraught. Dispite that nagging voice in the back of his head that chided him and demanded that he move on though, he couldn't make himself tear away from the sliver of hope that someday, somehow- she would come back to him. His father had always told him 'if it doesn't kill you in makes you stronger', but as the boy progressed through life he began to believe this statement less and less. If he hadn't been killed yet- why did he not feel strong? Why did he feel now more than ever like a helpless boat on an unrelenting ocean of fear, death, and sadness? 'Must you prolong my pain?' he often found himself thinking- almost pleading to whomever would listen to him that might care. 'just end it already.' And so the past four months were spent.

With his eyes closed the boy leaned his head against the steering wheel of his ancient ford truck, allowing himself to drift into a state of subconciousness. He was so tired, and yet sleep could never truely come. This zoned out phase was about the best he could get.

He didn't know how long he stayed there; parked outside of the abandoned house as if by some mirical she's just come walking out the door- happy and healthy. But the night soon turned to day, and the sun began to stretch it's arms over the land. Soon he would have to leave, to make himself begin his day. And it was his dread. Six, seven. Before he had always been awake before the sun- and at the barn by six, but now how could he wake before the sun if he didn't go to bed with it? How could he wake up if he never slept, and sleep if he never felt quite awake?

It was just when he was going to finally force himself to go to be barn; to take care of the dozens of horses that he'd promised himself he'd keep- for Miranda if nothing else, when suddenly the truck door opened. Slowly Collin lifted his head and looked up dazed and focused. It was a girl; blonde hair and a sweet face, and crying. He squinted at her in confusion. Who was she? She looked so much like Miranda; but how could this be possible? Miranda had left him. She was gone. quit playing tricks on me his mind screamed. haven't I learned my lesson? Leave me alone! The girl leaned in and embraced him tightly. Par dieu, she even felt like Miranda. Strong. He sat stiff; still wary. It couldn't not be her.

But then words, sweet words flowed from her mouth, and he knew. "I love you. I'm so sorry.. How can I ever make this up to you?" He pulled away from her sharply, desperately, wanting to see her again. To be sure. yes it was her. " Miranda." he groaned, pressing her against him just as suddenly. "Its you. You came back." Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe had fallen asleep- but he was going to make the most of it. She pulled away and tugged at his hand, and he quickly stumbled out before wrapping his arms around her again, unwilling to let her go for fear that she'd dissapear again. At that moment he didn't care how or why, just that she was here. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. 'Don't be. You're back." And then her words sunk in. I love you, She still loved him. Great relief flooded over him at that moment, and he sighed. Explanation would come later, but for now- his upsidedown world suddenly had righted itself. She was back.[/color][/size]

No matter how I feel
I never seem to know what's real

wake me from this dream, because things just aren't what they seem

[`Miranda Dugger]

I'm sorry I had to leave you.

I still love you. [/color][/b][/center][/font]

Miranda hugged him tight. Not wanting to let go either. It seemed like forever since she had been held in his arms. She just wanted to stay here with him forever. Never wanting him to let go again. "Don't be. You're back." He told her. She smiled a little and pulled away a bit. She looked at his face. He had changed alot...he was skinny. She frowned a little. "Collin, you need to sleep and eat." She told him and kissed his cheek. It didn't take long for her to go back to herself and being all talkative. She hugged him again then pulled away from his arms.

She stepped back a moment and saw her dad had set her bag on the sidewalk. She walked over to pick it up and grabbed her ribs and decided not to. She couldn't lift it...her ribs killed. She took a deep breathe then picked it up anyway not wanting to show weekness. She walked into the house, seeing she had left the door open. She set her back down and sat down at the kitchen table. She held her side a bit. She got up and went to the door. "Collin, I need your help." She said. She hated to ask for help. But her ribs just hurt to much to do anything after that long drive.

She waited for him to come inside. She went back in seeing her house looked terrible.. like she had not lived in it forever. She would have to sleep at Collin's place til this place was clean. But today she just couldn't bring herself to clean while she was in pain. She put her clothes from her bag into her dirty clothes basket and put clean ones in there to take to Collin's house. She figured he would let her stay over there like she had done in the past. She sat on her bed and groaned. She hated being in pain, really she did.

She figured she needed to now tell Collin why she left. It wasn't because she wanted to; she was forced for her family's sake. She looked around and she held back tears. She blamed herself for the way Collin looked right now. He looked like he hadn't slept for years or eaten. She atleast and had slept and ate a little. "Collin, come in here. I need to talk to you." She told him. That wasn' t the best word chose she had figured and frowned at herself. "I mean, I need to tell you why I left." She corrected herself hoping that would make it a little better, but she doubted it.

"The day I got back, a cop came and took me from my house in the middle of the night. He took my phone away so I wouldn't talk to anyone. Everything is good now though." She said and thought a moment, glancing up at him. "My money earning at the rodeo had gotten one of his old costomers all killer-like. He went after my dad at his house so we all had to go to Idaho for safety because the killer told my dad I was next in line after him." She said and sniffled, holding back tears. "It took the cops the whole four months to find him, but the killer found me first. He thrown me across the room after choking me. Where I got stitches in my head, " she pointed to her scar where they were at. "And broke three ribs. I had a bruise along my neck for a couple days too. But he went to find my dad and the cops came in and got him before anything else happened."

She wiped her eyes to hide her tears. That was a really scary ordeal. She wasn't sure she would live or not.. and was scared everyday. Didn't help she wasn't with Collin. She always felt protected around him. She laid back on her bed and pulled a pillow over her head. She finally broke down once again. She held her rib cage where she had her bandaged vel-crowed (sp) to support her. She tried to calm down so her ribs wouldn't have more pressure against them. She was thinking Collin probually thought she was a baby for crying.

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OOC: finished 754

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Miranda Dugger
I need you. Like a needle needs a vein. [/color][/font][/center][/b]

[Collin Sivlin]

Tears fall in vain
I'm standing in the rain

He would of been content to stay there forever, never let go. This wasn't possible though, and after a moment he loosened his almost- death grip, dropping his head to lay his cheek on her head. She smiled and looked up at him, then frowned a bit.. Collin, you need to sleep and eat she kissed his cheek again, and he relished the feeling for a second before smiling back at her warily. It was just like her, to already be worrying over him. Again she hugged him before pulling away and walking over to the sidewalk.

Bending down she began to lift up her bags that had been placed there, but then set it down again and took a deep breath. Collin watched her carefully for a moment. She seemed to be in pain at that moment, but then she picked up the bag again before he could offer to grab it for her, and carried it in. He trailed along behind her silently- confused but grateful, no...estatic that she was here. Home atlast.

He paused at the entrance to the house for a moment, lingering outside of the door to allow Miranda to take her house in. It had been four month since she'd first been there, and he didn't want to overweilm her. Only a minute later she appeared again, holding her side. Her voice edged pain that she did not want to show, but it was evident to him. "Collin, I need your help." the tone, more than the words was what Collin heard- and worriedly he looked her over. "You're hurt." He breathed, now putting two and two together. The limping, the pain when she picked up her bag, and now... shaking his head very slightly- he sighed deeply. Again, she was hurt. Again- somehow, he just knew that he was to blame. Looking straight at her he tilted his head slightly. "What happened?"

The boy picked up Miranda's bag and carried it to her room, setting it down on her bed for her. She took out her clothes and replaced them, and he stood awkwardly at the door- unsure of what he was supposed to do now. Once she was done, the girl sat down on her bed with a groan, obviously hurting. By now Collin was fairly sure that it was her ribs, as they had been broken before and she'd acted the same way. "Is there anything I can get you? Pain pills or anything?" He asked quitely, peering at her. How had this happened? He knew very well that she was a clumsy pesron- but this was out of the ordinary.

"Collin, come in here. I need to talk to you." Miranda's voice. He sucked in a breath. He knew these words, and he knew how it usually ended up when they were spoken. Involuntarily he stepped backwards- eyeing her. No. Had she only come back to tell him that she no longer loved him? Why? What was it that he'd done so wrong? That she had left him, and now... "I mean, I need to tell you why I left." he didn't want to hear, but what choice did he have, really? He wanted nothing more at that moment to run out of the house, to where- he didn't know- but to run. But still, his feet seemed planted. Unbudging. Closing his eyes for a moment he took a deep breath- pleading that he was wrong.

"The day I got back, a cop came and took me from my house in the middle of the night. He took my phone away so I wouldn't talk to anyone. Everything is good now though." she began, and Collin's head snapped up, his eyes opened quickly. The cops? He scrunched up his eyes in confusion, watching her. Why? What had they wanted with her? There was so much he wanted to ask suddenly- but tounge tied, he said nothing. she paused for a moment. "My money earning at the rodeo had gotten one of his old costomers all killer-like. He went after my dad at his house so we all had to go to Idaho for safety because the killer told my dad I was next in line after him." money, killer, idaho. All of this registered slowly, word by word at the boy stood listening. Someone had been after her. His Miranda. And wanted to kill her and her family. Anger flaired in the boys eyes. Sniffling slightly- Miranda continued. "It took the cops the whole four months to find him, but the killer found me first. He threw me across the room after choking me. Where I got stitches in my head... " There was an almost-healed scar on her head where he had hurt her, and suddenly it was as if everything became completely real to Collin. He leaned his head against the wall.

"...And broke three ribs. I had a bruise along my neck for a couple days too. But he went to find my dad and the cops came in and got him before anything else happened." up until now the girl had been so matter-of-fact about everything, but now tears began to slide down her cheeks. Her strength was used up. Laying back she pulled a pillow over her face, sobbing. In a single movement Collin was at the bed, gently moving the pillow from her face and carefully pulling her back up to sit, wrapping his arms around her gently but firmly. "Miranda." He murmered, the name almost unfamiliar on his lips. He once again buried his head in her neck and breathed in her scent- he had missed her, and knowing what she'd been through... he kissed her shoulder, her neck, then her face, looking straight at her. "I'm so sorry" he said, holding back his own sob. "So sorry baby." He felt as if it were his fault, as if he should of somehow been there to protect her. He began to rock slightly, still holding her. "shhhh. Its alright." .

No matter how I feel
I never seem to know what's real

wake me from this dream, because things just aren't what they seem

sorry it took so long.

[`Miranda Dugger]

I'm sorry I had to leave you.

I still love you. [/color][/b][/center][/font]

So Miranda still hadn't lost her sense of worry about him. She could clearly see he had not been sleeping or eating. Well, atleast she knew now he cared enough for her that he didn't want to eat. She had been alot the same way over the last few months. But atleast she looked healthy. He didn't whatsoever. He had smiled at her comment and seh smiled back, glad he saw the humor in it.

"Your hurt. What happened?" He asked her when she had went into the room holding her side. "Is there anything I can get you? Pain pills or anything?" He asked her when he unpacked her back and put clean clothes in it. She watched him and listened. She shook her head at him. "Just took some not too long ago in the car." She said and watched him quietly. He was so nice to her. "Thanks for doing that for me." She told him smiling.

She couldn't believe she had found someone like him to treat her like she was an angel.. a princess. She liked that alot. He was always there for her. She loved it when she went to the barn and he was already there and he would hug her and she could smell horses. She loved that. She was just so grateful that she had him, and that a girl hadn't already snatched him up before they meant. It was a miracle really in her opinion, because he was the best of the best.

When she told him she needed to tell him something she could see the fear in his eyes. No she wasn't gonna dump him and leave him. She wouldn't break his heart again.. not unless needed. But that wasn't what she was going to do. She was going to tell him why she had left and what the situation was. She had told him and he seemed to relax just a bit more about the fear of getting left, but more for her safety now.

She had laid back and pulled a pillow over her face and sobbed. Collin had sat down beside her pulling her up to lean up against him. She burred her face into his neck and held onto him tightly. He kissed her neck, shoulder, and face. She let a smile slip and she kissed his lips back and wiped her tears away. "It's ok. I love you." She told him after he started to comfort her by talking calmly saying it was alright. She held onto him tightly. She managed to get herself to quit crying and looked at him. "Is it alright if I stay at your place for now?? Because if you can't tell my house looks nasty. I can't clean it till I start feeling better." She told him looking into his eyes.

She had almost forgotten how they looked so she studied them a moment. She smiled and hugged him, leaning against him. She didn't want to be let go, she was almost scared. She sighed, happy to be home and with Collin again. It was so nice to be in his arms again. She clsoed her eyes relaxign in his arms. Just wanting to be loved. She had missed him so much. "Thanks for takign care of my horses. They look really good. I stopped over before I came here." She told him looking up at him. She rubbed his lower back a little bit.

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OOC: 604 sorry.. that was way short.. im feelin so blah today lol

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Miranda Dugger
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