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Running From The Darkness – (Chapter: 1 Mirrors)
The rest of the week is spent cleaning, hiding, and crying. The week went by really fast as did the bruises on my face. He has avoided my face saying stuff like "we don’t want anybody asking questions." I wish they would though, but it’s not like I would answer them. School starts tomorrow which mean instead of just being tortured at home, I’ll get picked on and made fun of there too. Just because I don’t talk, the other kids think I’m weird. Maybe I am.
"Get up." The covers are thrown off of me. He is towering over the top of me staring. Instincts kick in, and I try to cover myself with my hands. "The bus will be here in an hour." His rough uncaring fingers travel up my arms and to my face. They trace my jaw and lips before moving south again. A few tears escape as I feel his hand brush across my covered breast. He’s smiling at me, and I begin to quake in fear. Leaning down he whispers to me "get dressed darling" before placing a kiss on my forehead. Just like that he is gone again.
Dressed in my usual clothes which are baggy jeans, long sleeve shirts, and slip ons, I make my way to the bus stop. They’re only a couple of other kids there. All younger then me; they’re probably freshman or sophomores. The ride to school is quiet. A few giggles and a few people point at me but for the most part leave me alone. The cut above my eye is still there. The bus stops at a rather large school. Great, this should be fun.
Walking through the crowded halls with my head down is not the best of ideas, I’ve already ran into several people who have been forgiven. My schedule says that I have English IV with Miss. Embrey. Now all I have to do is fine room number 246.
Searching for twenty minutes for my class, I am now ten minutes late when I find it. Everyone turns and stares at me as I enter the room. "Spencer Carlin?" The older woman with a kind face and smile asks. I nod my head yes then revert my eyes to floor. I hate when people stare at me. "Okay, well welcome and since to day is the first the day, I will not mark you tardy. Take a seat."
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OooooOO. Well we know Ashley is bound to make Spencer’s life better. I wonder why Ashley took the time to talk to Spencer? Or maybe she is just friendly… PMASAP
Chewy..Chewy..Chewy…I love the story already….Then again, your stories are always good…I wonder what you dream about at night?? LOL…PMS
i love this story so different and dark. pms soon!
Hurry up n PMS!!!
Not as dark but equally as intense. Hopefully Ashley can get Spencer to talk, onesided friendships never work out. Excellent update. PMASAP!!!
i tink this might be my new favvvvv i just hope ashley can make spener feel betterpmssssssssssssss!!
i’m loving this story so far please keep going