Love's Murderer

Georgia loves Robbie, but she doesn't know Robbie's secret...

This is one of the first stories I ever wrote. I would appreciate it if you like it and leave a comment!


4. The horrific truth

“My Dad forced me to do it. If I didn’t do it, he’d kill me. I’m sorry, Georgia” Then he kissed me. “I’m going now, but just do one thing for me”

“What?” I said, trying not to pass out.

“Say you can’t remember who did it.” He kissed me again, fled, and then I passed out.


I woke up in hospital, tubes attached to me. I tried to take them off, but something stopped me “Oh, Georgia!” Mum held onto me, as if she couldn’t bear to let me go. “Georgia, what happened?”

I took a big breath. “I don’t know. They slit my wrist then stabbed me in the throat.”

Mum gasped. “How could someone do that?” Just then, a nurse came in. She smiled at me and Mum.

“You are very lucky” She said. “Who did it?”

“She doesn’t know.”

“Well, when that somebody stabbed her in the neck, it missed major blood vessels. If it had hit one of those, she would have bled to death” Mum clapped her hands.

“See how lucky you are? Now, I’m just going to ring your father and tell him you’re alright.” She walked into a corner and started reassuring my Dad on the phone. I sighed with relief. Now I could relax. Just as I was settling down to sleep, someone burst through the door.



“Oh, thank goodness you’re alright! I have been worrying for ages!”

“So have I!” Mum mouthed to the nurse,

“It’s her boyfriend” The nurse nodded. Mum carried on nattering to the phone. “No I haven’t been to the shops! I don’t care if there isn’t any yoghurt in the fridge! What matters now is Georgia!”

“I hope you have nothing wrong with you” said Robbie. He kissed me. “Georgia, there is something I have to say.” He spoke in a hushed tone so that the nurse or Mum couldn’t hear. “They will find out that it was in my house. I’m going to have to run away, but that means leaving you, unless you do want to go with me.” I thought inside. I could go with Robbie and be free for the rest of my life. But do I want to leave my Mum and my Dad, the people I have known since birth?

“I don’t know, Robbie” I whispered. “I would love to go with you, but how could I leave everyone I know, my friends, my family, the people I love the most?”

“You can write to me, I swear I will write back. You are the one girl for me.” He kissed me one last time and walked out of the room with one last look at me before he went. That was the last time I saw him. He has written letters to me so many that my folder named Robbie’s letters is full. He’s found refuge in a care home. Since the fifth letter I have been at home nearly recovered, with a bandage on my wrist and on my neck. Mum came in and turned on the TV to watch ‘Spotlight’. The latest news is on. The lady is droning on about a murder, everything usual. Then I have a closer look. It’s Robbie. He’s been shot. He wasn’t in a care home at all; he was living on the streets. Oh my God.

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