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Inebriated – (Chapter: Twelve: Lost Angel)
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“Spen…”
“I was fifteen when it happened.” I start out, my voice strong and unemotional. “Okay, lets tell you the back story. I was raised in a Catholic family; we were the typical family who did everything together. I have two brothers. Glen and Clay, Clay was my dad’s case when he was eight and we adopted him. We were very close.
“I grew up in a small town in Ohio. Dad is a social worker. Mom was a head doctor at the hospital. We lived in this huge farm house, it was so beautiful. It had been in the family for ages. Well, since my father’s family came from France in the 1920’s or something. Anyway…
“Well, when I was ten my perfect world fell apart. There was this new doctor, Ben, my mom knew from college that began working with her. She would always stay late at the hospital. I remember her making up shit, saying that she had paper work to do. Well, in reality, she was fucking Ben.
“So, in a short span mom and dad got a divorce and she moved to Cleveland with Ben. She gave me a choice, to either live with dad or her.”
I took a breath. This was the easy part, but I knew the harder stuff would come up later.
“I mean, she made me feel so guilty. I was only fucking ten years old and she wanted me to choose between her or my daddy. I remember everything so clearly. I just came into the house cause I was so hot, that summer was torture. Anyway, I came in from playing hide and seek with Glen and Clay and I heard mom and dad fighting. Well, more like mom yelling at dad.
“I was such an emotional child. I always had been and mom never understood that. Dad was always the one who cared about the way we all felt. I told mom to ‘STOP’ and then I got so angry.” I turned my head to look Ashley in the eye. “Ash, I was never that angry as a kid. But it wall came out and I wanted to throw things! I made the choice to live with dad, but I would have through the vase that set on the foyer table if Dad didn’t come and pick me up. Haha, I was always a Daddy’s girl.
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glad you updated this is one of my fav stories right now, loved the myspace comments at photobucket, how did you do it cuz i’ve always wanted to create stuff like that and i always mess up….pms
Good update.
great post! i seriously am SO happy you updated this one! i love it! you are awesome! PMS! ps! loved the myspace comments! that was great! “]
You have written a beautifully poignant chapter where hope and love survives the most tragic of circumstances. And hope and love is exactly what Spencer finds in the protective arms of Ashley Davies. PMS
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glad you updated. Great update. Keep up the good work. I can’t wait to read the next chapter. PMS real soon.
Wow that was really good, you’re a great writer, loved the myspace bonuses.
glad you updated this is one of my fav stories right now, loved the myspace comments at photobucket, how did you do it cuz i’ve always wanted to create stuff like that and i always mess up….pms
Good update.
great post! i seriously am SO happy you updated this one! i love it! you are awesome! PMS! ps! loved the myspace comments! that was great! “]
You have written a beautifully poignant chapter where hope and love survives the most tragic of circumstances. And hope and love is exactly what Spencer finds in the protective arms of Ashley Davies. PMS
it’s AWESOME to have u back!!!!!! great story, 1000 points for the myspace add!!!!!!!!
glad you updated. Great update. Keep up the good work. I can’t wait to read the next chapter. PMS real soon.
Wow that was really good, you’re a great writer, loved the myspace bonuses.