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    Shadow of a Day – (Chapter: Ch 8: Nice and Slow)

    “I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, I promise!” She said defeated.

    “I’m tired of promises. You lie to me and I can’t forgive this anymore. You just stabbed me too hard this time” He got up and left.

    “Dad, please don’t go. I need you, please.” I cried. That was the first time my heart broke.

    “Mom, what happened?” I asked

    “Don’t worry about it. It’s none of your fucking business.” And with that she stormed out the room.

    Seven months later Kyla was born.

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    I closed my eyes and everything vanished. My mind eased, and my thoughts stopped. I was at peace with myself and with everything around me. I looked once more at the water and made my way back to the car.

    I got home and a letter was on the table. There was no post mark or identification. I open the ‒­

    letter carefully, I was unsure what to expect. Of course it was a simple letter and I unfolded it.

    I read the letter a few times before putting it down. The tears trickled down my face, god why now?

    It was one sentence that broke me.

    All over again.

    You need to come home.

    Spencer, I can’t leave her now. I love her, god I love her. If something happened to her, I would never be able to forgive myself. I had to call her, god I hope the ass isn’t there right now.

    “Hey.” She said.

    “Hey, is Steven there?” I asked her.

    “No, he left for a few days. Why Ashley?”

    “Will you go on a date with me tonight?” I pleaded

    “Yes, when will you pick me up?” She said excitedly. I smiled through the tears streaming down my face.

    “Around five. That gives you two hours. Be ready!” I sternly told her.

    “Fine, any other request, I’d like to know now, so I can perform them later.” I could feel her smug look.

    I laughed, “Yes. Wear something comfortable. You can get dressed up if you want, but there is no need.” I hung up and made my way upstairs.

    I looked through my clothes pondering what the hell to wear. I went simple. Grey pair of skinny jeans with a black strapless halter top. I straighten my hair and put eyeliner and mascara on. Throwing on some sandals, I was out the door.

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