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The Assassination of Trust – (Chapter: Used In Quotes)
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“This rope still hurts.”
“Where is Ashley?”
“I can’t say…you know I can’t.”
“Then I imagine you’ll grow used to the rope.”
And I worried. Yes, I worried at the reflection I saw in hotel mirrors. I was worried that I no longer knew myself. I was worried that if I changed…if I became damaged by their cruelty, I had lost more than my niece. I had lost myself. But there wasn’t enough time in the day, enough hours on the road, enough hostages to take for this to be about me. This was about Madeline. This was about Ashley. And the ties wrapped around a brunette’s wrists as she struggled beneath the roof of my car—it symbolically linked them both.
“They’ll know. The second she calls me and she hears it in my voice, she’ll know you’re near.”
“That’s what everyone fails to understand, Kyla. I want her to know I’m near. I want her to know I have you with me under duress and I want her to know she underestimated me. These things don’t bother me. They fuel me.”
So they did. The idea of Ashley being washed over with the realization that she had mistaken my love as weakness shivered me to my core with an unhealthy dose of absurd pleasure. My pleasure was rare these days. I toasted many plastic hotel cups filled with cold soda to the phrase “take it where you can get it” and thought often of Ashley’s face as she saw me before her after all these months. Like I said, these things fueled me. Her displeasure my only pleasure.
“Tell me about Aiden.”
“What about him?”
“Anything. Anything at all.”
“It won’t help you, but fine,” she said, adjusting uncomfortably in the passenger’s seat, “he’s a smart guy.”
“Is he?”
“You should know better than most.”
I was no longer a person whose presence filled her with guilt. I was no longer worth gentle words and soft apologies. Because now I was the nameless, faceless enemy that had her against her will. She only felt at ease knowing death was coming. She liked the panic, the drama of last moments, the cold sweat that crept and landed at the base of her neck. There was a heroic beauty in being murdered by the woman she had fooled. There was nothing heroic about being kidnapped and driven across America’s highways bound in rope and buckled in.
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hey. 1st of all let me say: Sorry I didnt comment sooner! Your chapters keep getting better and better! I really feel this going to be ur best story ever, it’s promising so far… I’m loving it!Regarding the update now: WOW! I can really feel it – the cold driven persue of revenge!! I totally understand where all of Spencer’s twisted emotions are coming from… I’ve been stabbed in the back countless times, yeah its true, I given up counting. And I’m not talking about really serious stuff that put me in a delicate position every F****** time! When it takes its toll on u, rage builds up, u change… more like shapeshift into this dark form that u dinie existing within u. Breaking news: it dies exist! This is what makes us human! it’s all about ying & yang, thats our essence! we all have alter egos or something of the sort, and u know what… it’s not all bad! its only as bad as u want it to be. Okay, so what I’m trying to say is THIS (the sotry) feels real, its deep, sad, exciting and – I’m daring to say – somehow comforting in a weird way. I’m totally into this story! U’re an amazing writer. I’m gonna be here through every twist and turn u may bring. ’til the very end.
love this wow. you have to keep goin. PMS!!!!!
Haha you are devilishly good at twists and cliff hangers aren’t you. Every other update of yours leaves me with a “uhh hhhuuh HUH?”, a raised eyebrow and a dropped jaw. It’s quite a sight let me tell you :) I LOVE it. I really do. And I am ever grateful for your dedication. I wasn’t lying when I said I pictured it, I looked to my left at my front door and pictured the whole thing unfolding. It happens a lot when I read your writing, it’s exquisite. (And a hell of a lot more fun when the scene unfolding before me is a saucy NC-17 spashley love scene ;) I’ll miss your stories and amazing writing. Can’t wait to see where this last masterpiece takes us. Oh and PMS DAMNIT!!!#%#@ haha.
wow it’s amazing how far feeling betrayed can bring us. I can feel spencer’s pain in this story over everything and it’s something no human being should ever have to go through. your writing is simply fabulous and each update has me sitting on the edge of my chair biting my nails. truly great, pms!
First off let me start by saying that i dig the quote you used at the beginning of this story… second, like always, this was amazing… i never know where the story is going, which really is the best part… your writing is so unpredictable… i can’t wait for the next chapter. thanks for writing = )
its scary how amazing a writer you are at such a young age…pms!
i always comment and alot of the time im first and always on multiple sites and i dont get a shout out :( *pout* i dont know if i want to read anymore im jk it was realy good and i hate you for the cliff hanger and im still putting the peices together but im coming up blank we need an update :) sorry it took so long to comment :)
am getting more anxious and confuse…but i love it!!! PMS
man i cant wait for spencer to start going on kill bill… sorry i mean kill ashley on everyone but now there is someone else who know about ashley’s plan man who else was in on arthur to maybe becouse it seems like everyone else that has ties to the house was in on the abduction but now we need ashley pov come on ashley’s pov i want to know whats going though the f’ed up mined of ashley davies maybe she does love spencer? maybe not but on please
shweeeeet…you never disapoint. Cheers mate.