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    Nowheresville – (Chapter: Dejavou: Chapter 24)

    Previously- … I hold her close as her body shakes and she cries some more. Eventually her body stills and she falls asleep. She clings to me all through the night like people in the desert cling to that ONE cloud. I hold her just as tight until sleep pulls me in too. I wake up soon after that because Ash is talking and kicking. "No Mom! I love her! Please don’t!" she cries. She’s thrashing all over the place and sweat is pouring off her. I wish i was the one making her squirm and sweat. "Babe wake up. It’s just a dream." I coo in her ear. "Spencer!" I put my hand on  her heart and kiss her cheek bringing her close to me. Her poor tortured soul.

    Ashley’s POV 

    Spence covered my cuts and bruises with concealer. We’re going to my house. I feel bad about yesterday. No one’s home. Thank god. I heat up some leftover pork chops and pull the cookies from my secret stash.

    "Did you make this too?" Spence asks when i hand her a plate.

    "Yea. I told you that last night."

    "Oh yea! Sorry, i forgot. It’s good though." she mumbles stuffing her face.

    "Let’s go on the trampoline." I say grabbing her hand. We go outside and sit on the trampoline. When we’re done eating i put our plates on top of the gazebo. I give Spencer the Ziploc of cookies I had hidden. She opens it and I can see her breathe in the cinnamon smell.

    "Babe, are you trying to fatten me up so you can eat me?" she asks.

    "You have such a hot body my dear. The better to torture me with." I say as the big bad wolf. I know it’s the wrong story.

    "I swear your food will be the death of me." she says eating a cookie.

    "Well, I’ll just have to bring you back."

    "Mmmmm. So good!"

    "Well, I still owe you for yesterday so make your demands."

    "You don’t owe me anything. I told you I’d kick his ass if he hurt you. That’s what I did. I fought for you, the girl I love."

    "I know, that’s why I owe you."

    "No you don’t. Remember after you got back and we were at the creek. We had that big fight. I took off and forgot my inhaler. I was passed out bearely breathing and you saved me. I was the on ethat owed you. Now we’re even."

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