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As his chest touched her firm breast she began to breath heavier.  He looked her in the eyes and proclaimed his love for her, and with one swift movement their bodies became one.  He moved gently, while taking his time knowing this was her first,  He wanted her to remember the night that he made her feel like a women worth more then money and gold.  When it was all said and done he held her in his arms, hoping never to let her go.  As we all know, all good things must come to an end.  He looked at the clock and realized that her father would be coming home soon, with one last kiss to the cheek he crept out of her room and through the back door.  He awoke to the sound of her voice, there she was sitting on the side of his bed rubbing his arm.  She said she loved him, and kissed his lips.  With one blink she was gone, was he dreaming?  No, she really was gone.  He called her house, but on the other end of the line there was a sense of sadness.  Her father could barley tell him the tragedy that had occurred.  He said “ I came home last night and I was kind of late, so I walked back to her room to make sure she was okay, I expected to see my princess asleep like I always do, but” he just could not go on “but it was the opposite of what I expected to find, I just could not tell you the top from the bottom or the side from the side.  All I could see was a tangled mess of blood and what once was my beautiful daughter”  he dropped the phone and all he could do was scream and ask why and who did this to his girlfriend.  He picked it back up and asked if they knew who had done it, her father said “no, they only thing they left was a note, not in a discreet way of course, but on the wall in her blood was the words ‘IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU NO ONE WILL’.”  In the days that followed her death, he just could not face the world, cause he knew that he would never see her beautiful face again, he would never hear her sweet voice, and he would never again get to kiss her soft lips.  It had been days, then there came a knock at the door, behind it stood a man that once resembled his loves father, he looked like a wreck.  He said “ he had not left his house for the last week, but then he gather himself to collect the few things spared in her room.  On the bed he placed a crumbled brown paper bag full of her things, inside was her favorite perfume, pictures of the two of them, cards he had given her, at the bottom of the bag there was an plain white envelope with his name across it.  Carefully he grabbed it and slowly he opened it, with each line he read another tear fell from his eyes.  In this letter she had wrote after he had left her that night, she told him how much she loved him, and how she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, and nothing was ever going to ruin what they had.  Page for page he read on, become more and more sad, but also become more enraged.  At the end there was a picture of the two of them on their very first date.  The day of her funeral came, and went.  He didn’t want to go, but he knew for her father and for a piece of mind he had to drag himself to go.  Just like every other person there his eyes were soaked in tears.  People said their goodbyes and told stories of their times together, and how much they will miss her.  In the back of his mind he thought how could anyone miss her as much as me?  She was the first girl that he truly loved.  How could one person be so cruel and take away the best thing in his world?  From this point on he decided he was going to find the person who had done this to her.  Within weeks following the funeral her father had moved into a smaller place closer to him.  He kept in close contact with her father it made her father feel good, that not all of his daughter was gone.  After six months of looking and hunting for this monster, he simply hit an dead end.  Now he had fell into a deep depression only getting deeper and deeper.  He thought to himself “if only I would have stayed there maybe she would be alive, if I was there I could have saved her.  She trust me and I left her down“.  There was no way to find her without visiting the house, as he laid down in his bed, all he do was remember that night, the one night of pleasure he spent with her, in his dreams he went back and looked around, even though the house was empty he could see her. Then he took a deep breath and opened her door, and all he could see was that what happen that night after he left, like she was playing a movie for him.  He watched but it was like she couldn’t see him and he tried to help her but there seemed to be a wall, he just couldn’t pass it.  He watched the whole thing as he feel to his knees he asked, why would you do this to yourself?  Then he felt something touch his face, could it be? Could it be her? He couldn’t tell, then she leaned in and that was when he saw her beautiful face as it once had been.  She whispered in his ear why she did what she did.  She told him of a story past, and how she was abused at one time and how he made her feel like a women should feel.  She said all she wanted from life was to once be treated like a queen and then she would leave.  She also told him where he could find the paperbacked book that she kept he feelings in, and if he turned half way through it he would find the same thing that she just told him.  So with this he tried to kiss her but she simply vanished in to the air, never to been seen again.  He got up and looked in the bag of her things, and in the bottom was a paperback book just like she had said, he asked how could I have over passed this?  He then in turn, turned it to the middle and began to read, and there as she promised was a story of abuse and heartache, which all came from a man in which he trusted, the next line he read made him stop, his face became enraged with the color red, the next line he read was “ As my father placed him self inside of me, telling me that all good girls do this for their daddy’s I began to cry. This went on for years, until I found out that I was carrying the miracle of life inside me. This is when he forced me to abort the fetus inside of me, telling me that it would be born defected.  I screamed yes defected because of you.”  He just could not believe his eyes what he had read.  With reading this he knew the killer had just been under him the whole time, if he had not physically killed her, mentally he had.  Not knowing weather to confront him, himself, or to call the authorities.  He did both on the way to his house he called the cops telling them “that someone is going to get killed, unless…” and then he hung up. He pulled in the driveway and kicked open the door to see her father on top of another young girl.  He grabbed him and began to punch him as he screamed out what he had read.  The young girl hutted in the corned and began to cry.  The police charged in and pulled him of her father.  Her fathers face coated in blood, with a broken lip and swollen eyes, still had not served him what he deserved.  Although he was sentence to 10 years, that was still 10 years of his life he got to live, yes he still got to live.  He moved away never to look back on the best thing of his life and the worst, he only looked ahead.  In the years that followed he got married, but never did he forget the girl he loved, who killed herself because of a overly loving father.  No, he never did forget her, he soon wrote a book about the tale of his love and how she killed her self.  With the money made from “Confessions Of A Shadowed Soul” he founded a charity for abused young girls.  Now that is the story worth telling of one young girl, and one boy who loved her.