Going back 4
months, on a night when one
death was encountered, an arson
attack took place and a near
suicide, it can now be said with
ease that the night wasn't as
explosive as sounds. My dear
friend Lauren, who took upon
herself the responsibility to go
lurking in peoples houses,
looking for answers, found
herself trapped in a house
ablaze with all blame pointed at
her. She was safe, she ended up
in hospital.
She was quick to cover her
tracks, using information about
the Smiths dark secret, she
brought herself to depths she'd
thought she'd never sink to- she
blackmailed the Smiths. Quickly
dropping the arson charges, the
Smiths fled the street telling
the police that Lauren was in no
way connected to the fire
because she "had been there all
night to the Smiths knowledge
and was in no way connected to
the fire". She was a victim
as much as them, or so it is to be believed
according to them. Lauren
soon recovered and returned to
the street holding the valuable
and dark secret of the Smiths.
Kerry and Dave,
once the golden couple of Sim
Street before they separated,
have given their relationship
another go and after 4 months,
have regained each others love.
Considering
Rik and his attempted suicide,
it would be adequate to say that
Lexi saved his life. On the
night of the fire, the Sim
Street residents were brought
outside. Noticing Rik was
missing, Lexi ventured into the
pub and found him unconscious in
a bath just seconds away from
death. Using first aid skills
though, she saved his life....
however, would it be for the
better?
Going back to
that night in May, I now look
back seeing the mistake I made.
Out in the street I grabbed my
chance to escape from my violent
husband.
I turned my
back and walked back into my
house and attempted to steal
back the letters.
I realised my
mistake when my husband
re-entered the room. Telling me
softly, yet in a chilling voice,
he echoed 'Now we wouldn't want
to do that', as he walked closer
to me....
put his big,
manly hands around my neck,
looked me directly in the eye,
pressed his thumbs against my
windpipe and strangled me before
throwing me down on the kitchen
floor.
My husband of
course, couldn't face what he
had done and left the street
that night in a hurry. He of
course, hid the evidence against
me as it could be used against
him. For example, in my murder
trial, which is exactly what is
about to happen. My husband
Mike, banged up in jail,
awaiting trial for my murder.
And in the
meantime, my twin sister Jess,
known for possessing Stepford
wife qualities, was called in to
look after my son and daughter
whom I had left behind.
But now the month
is of September and the street I
look down upon is a very
different one to the one I left
behind. A street where 3 girls
still mourn the loss of a best
friend, one resident is always
watching their backs and one is
engaged in a red hot affair. Sim
Street has changed, and things
aren't looking too hopeful...
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