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    I See What You've Done
    I See What You've Done
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    I See What You've Done

    By V. E. Bowers

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    I SEE WHAT YOUVE DONE

    When Hope received her new eyes it was because she wanted to see the colors of the rainbow once again. However what she saw was pure evil. Now as every bloody nightmare becomes more real, until Hope herself could feel the pain of Bobby Blues next victim.

    And what terror her donor and the others must have gone throughh until their heart stopped beating.

    With twist and turns let will let you as the reader

    Guessing? What is the link between Hopes new eyes and a serial Killer named Bobby Blue?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateOct 14, 2008
    ISBN9781465326034
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      I See What You've Done - V. E. Bowers

      I SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE

      V. E. Bowers

      Copyright © 2008 by V. E. Bowers.

      ISBN:     Hardcover     978-1-4363-5383-0

      Softcover     978-1-4363-5382-3

      ISBN:     ebk     978-1-4653-2603-4

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted

      in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying,

      recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system,

      without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the

      product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance

      to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      This book was printed in the United States of America.

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      Contents

      DEDICATION

      SECRET’S IN THE TRUNK

      WHAT’S BEHIND A FRIENDLY FACE?

      THE LAST LAUGH

      DEDICATION

      I would like to thank those that read and believed in my work. Barbara Purbaugh, Denise Weaver, Janet&Justin Good, Kirk Baker and Sharon Pruchnik from my writers group at Laurel Arts. Who themselves are great writers

      Also, the cooks and waitresses I have worked with.

      For I am proud to call you all my friends.

      To all my friends that read and spelled their hearts out, Angel, Bo,

      Candy, Christa, Diane, Franny, Gina, Heather, James, Joni, Joyce,

      Joy, Jessie, Kitty, Niki, Nancy, Sherry, Sheila, Timmie

      and anyone I may have forgotten to mention, thank you all.

      My Children, Cricket, Lesa, Jessica and Erica Bowers.

      My wonderful Grandchildren Carter, Elizabeth, Elijah and Collin.

      Most of all to my mom and dad for always being there for us.

      I love you all.

      I would like to thank my daughter Lesa for letting me use her eyes.

      And to the pieces of my heart that are no longer here.

      It is in their Loving memory I dedicate this book

      Hazel, Lesa and Samantha Bowers and Betty (Bowers) Richter

      And my dear friend Missy (Barnet-Reel) Benford

      Thanks to my friend and brother-n-law, Dave Richter for all his

      help with editing.

      A year ago I was blind. I couldn’t even see shadows. I was suffering from a rare cornea disease. I had found out about my condition only six months before I lost my sight.

      But there was hope for me. Dr, Gant told me that I could have a cornea transplant. But there were risk. The only thing I knew at that time was that I wanted to see again, so I agreed and was put on a transplant list.

      It was only a little over two months when I was awoken by the phone call at 1:00am to get to the hospital in Baltimore, Maryland, there was a donor. As scared as I was at the time I was just as grateful that I would have the chance to see again.

      It took the cab three hours to get there. By the time I arrived it was all ready 5:00am. When I came out of surgery I asked the doctor how soon he could remove the bandages and see if it had worked.

      Dr, Gant said, It took six months for you to lose your sight. So give us six weeks to get it back, Ok?

      At that time it had not dawned on me that someone had died so that I could have sight again.

      The weeks did fly by, but not fast enough for me. I could hardly wait to see if the colors would look the same or if it would be blurry or gray.

      When the Day came for them to remove the bandages I must admit I was scared a bit. But a few moments after the doctor removed the bandages and I opened my eyes I started to cry.

      For I thought that I would never see again and now although a bit blurry and mostly shadows, I could see. Each day things would become a little clearer. In only two weeks they were quite clear, and as for the colors, they were even more beautiful than I had remembered.

      At my first check up, after the bandages were removed, I asked Dr, Gant, if I could write a letter of thanks to the donor’s family. I just wanted to thank them and learn more about these beautiful eyes that I now look out of.

      He said, We’re sorry, but we can not give out that information. But if you write a letter we can see if the family would want it?

      After I got home I decided not to write a letter after all. For it would more than likely only cause them pain and I didn’t want to do that. For all I no it could have even been a man whose eyes were now mine.

      I wondered how they died and what made their family decided to donate their organs. I even wondered if there were others out there with parts that belonged to my donor.

      At my two-month check up Dr, Gant asked me,

      So did you write that letter?

      I explained to him the way I was feeling about it now.

      Then I asked if he knew what had happened to my donor?

      No, they don’t tell us these things, dear.

      Were they from around here? I asked.

      Don’t you be worrying about it? She gave you sight, just thank her, she will hear you and know she helped someone. he said as he smiled at me.

      On the way home, as I looked up at the sky, I had a long talk with someone I had never met.

      But I knew now that it was a female and she must have been kind and caring to give of herself, even after death. I was so grateful to have sight again, no one could ever imagine how it feels to loose such a gift and then get it back.

      Then just a few weeks later I learned that I now had two forms of sight.

      I was standing in line at the check-out counter when I looked up two isles from me and saw a man checking out as well.

      I’m not sure why, but he turned and looked right at me. The second his eyes looked into mine I was in a trance. For I could no longer see where I was, it was as if I had went to another place.

      Then I saw him on top of me tearing at my clothes and taking his hands and choking me. I felt as if I could not breathe.

      The evil that was in his eyes was more terrifying than anything I had ever felt before. Suddenly my purse hit the floor.

      Are you alright? the lady at the counter asked.

      I wasn’t sure what had just happened. It was like I knew this person, but at the same time I knew that I didn’t. Still shaken, I picked up my purse as I watched him walking out the sliding glass doors still looking back at me.

      That night when I went to sleep, I saw him again in a dream, or a nightmare I should say.

      This time he was with a young girl about sixteen or so. He was being kind and smiling at her. She was walking beside his car and it was dark out.

      Then I saw her get into his car. It was a blue Nova, around a 1970, with primer on it.

      The thing I remember next in my dream was the same girl being held down begging for her life. Then he started to hit her with something in his hand. I saw her hands as they kept coming up to try to stop him.

      Her hands kept coming up they were now covered in blood.

      Then the next thing I saw was her lying on a wooden floor somewhere. She had no clothes on and her head was all bloody.

      Then he walked past her lifeless body and just started to kick it over and over.

      I woke up scared to death, it seemed so real what I had just seen that I ran to the bathroom to throw up. To say the least I didn’t sleep well the rest of the night.

      Then the next day I couldn’t quit thinking about that awful dream I had.

      I was sitting there watching the evening news when it came on about a missing girl. Her name was Vicki Smith. My blood ran cold for I knew this face but not the name. It was the girl from my dream. I quickly grabbed the phone then paused, what would I say?

      That I had dreamed of her death? Who would believe me and besides she was just missing, they had no body yet.

      I put the phone down and started to cry. Was my gift of sight really a curse, I wondered? That night I was afraid to go to sleep. I didn’t want to have another bad dream. So I stayed up late drinking coffee and watching a funny movie.

      By the time I finally fell asleep it was almost time to get back up again. But at least I didn’t have another dream.

      The next day I watched the news to see if there was any word on the missing girl. But the only thing that was said about her was that they were still searching for her and if anyone had seen her or knew anything about her whereabouts to contact

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