Vanny terrified WAITING PHONE CALLS THAT MAY SAVE YOUR DAUGHTER Yula
The beating of his heart on his chest resounded with the sound of a loud ominous combat battalion knew beforehand that their fate fatal.
The clock ticks life cast their litany of devoured seconds and minutes, consuming the rarefied oxygen of the claustrophobic room that suddenly seemed cold as the mournful atmosphere of a funeral.
The sound of silence had never seemed so overwhelming. The walls were compressed slowly and the ceiling was lower, fell on the mangled remains of his agonizing wait.
time radioactive ran as a channel to absorb their hopes on his evil path to infinity, where they had just poured, and debris of a shattered dream, his desperate longing to return to kiss the face of his beautiful daughter, Yula.
The phone went deep in winter slumber dying a terminal.
A call redemption save the lives of their young ...
could imagine, terrified, huddled on the floor like a quivering ball, with those huge blue eyes that inundated lagoons brimming with tears his cheeks.
The kidnappers kept him in a kind of underground tomb restored as a medieval dungeon.
He had promised to release her as soon as they possessed the coveted prize: jewelry, cash, a lifetime of savings in an instant by permuted back to embrace Yula.
The hatred wanted to be part of their prayers and invoked the name of Matthew, his mistress, the abject villain, in league with the villains who had kidnapped his daughter to market with their lives in exchange for a handful of jewelry.
Matthew had sliced \u200b\u200bthe heart with his unpardonable perfidy. His deception and false loyalty for so many had sought only month break open their willingness to earn your trust and then regurgitate the remains useless on the shoulder of disillusionment and disaffection.
At this precise moment, the extortionists, who had dipped his home in an evil spell of numbness and apparent calm, they'd be robbing the safe in his lavish mansion Teruel Paraiso Alto.
Damian, her husband, the hidden recesses stranger with whom he shared fleeting moments of happiness and loneliness ominous cloud bursts, would be absent during the whole weekend appellants embarked on a business trip that always reversed in huge profits and feminine scents impregnated impeccable tuxedos Italian cut.
A call to the police, their nomadic husband or any of the relatives and friends, strangers and those dudes who always came to meet him when the fragrance of money invaded their pituitary, and appear to Yula The next morning the front page of all national dailies.
Matthew did not lie, all his jewels in exchange of seeing the face of his daughter.
The spectrum of the letterhead was sensational enough to imagine a note with the name of your small initialed in a posthumous letter.
Then, that image disfigure her skin cleared by a much more softened and evocative of blissful memories.
Yula was in the kitchen, with its yellow bears pink pajamas, telling secrets to your favorite doll: Pitusa.
His face smeared with chocolate and his hands, immersed in a bowl of cereal with praline cookies.
Vannya the watched from the doorway, between fascination and angry, torn between the reprimand or her in his arms to eat it with kisses.
His daughter looked at her a moment with those amazing eyes of hers that seemed to hold all the water of the Mediterranean in their sockets, and told him she had a wonderful dream.
In his dream, Yula was an astronaut, and one of his astral journeys to his mother brought him a billion stars, for him company when he felt alone.
At that time, the brittle emotions suspension bridge collapsed as antediluvian platform and decrepit and began to sob.
Among their veils licuosos llantina inconsolable, he saw the lifeless form of telephone, remote as an unattainable dream, which denied the mercy and eternal Horsa offered only waiting and uncertainty.
Vannya his whole life would call him to return to Yula, his lapis-eyed little princess.
The universe began to rotate in the dark room, which seemed an ancestral mausoleum. The dark furniture had distorted expressions sober by mockery. They laughed heartily from their illness, their misery.
notice how your heart is expanded, tearing the skin, through the thick fabric of his blue jersey, beating weakly on her black miniskirt ...
Then the phone rang and the light of dawn illuminated the face of Vannya.
heard his voice, which sounded like an angelic choir, who said he came home.
start a new day, a new life for Vannya and lapis-eyed princess.
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