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    Haunted – (Chapter: Chapter Two)

    “Does he Aiden? It is as if my life is nothing more than just another strategy for him to win. To have me marry a man who I do not love to maintain his rule.” I say with disgust. I know my father loves me yet I can not help but find myself feeling like just another piece of his property to be used for his benefit.

     

    “I understand your frustration Princess. I, however, feel that this is what is best for you and your family. Please just give this a chance.” I can sense the sorrow in his voice and know he is telling me this with reluctance in his heart.

     

    I close my eyes and rest my forehead on the door. I know I must obey my father’s wishes in the end and nod my head slowly. “Yes Aiden. Tell my father I shall be down shortly and that I look forward to his news.”

     

    “Yes Princess Ashley. I shall see you once more downstairs.” He bows his head and walks down the hallway.

     

    I close the door and lean my back against it. All of a sudden I feel my shoulders heave and the sobs begin coming with no end in sight.

     

    *************

     

    “Fluffy!” I yell out into my quiet apartment.

     

    My cat emerges from my bedroom with sleepy eyes and stretches his body out. He walks over to me and curls around my leg purring softly.

     

    I carry the groceries over to the counter and begin to put the items away. Once I finish I walk to my living room and reach for my notebook.

     

    I bite the end of the pen in my mouth and stare at the words on the lined pages. I hum softly the tune that I have been working on for the past few weeks.

     

    As I stare at the words I try to picture the images that many would no doubt have form in their minds.

     

    I couldn’t tell you why she felt that way,
    She felt it everyday.
    And I couldn’t help her,
    I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

    What’s wrong, what’s wrong now?
    Too many, too many problems.
    Don’t know where she belongs, where she belongs.
    She wants to go home, but nobody’s home.
    It’s where she lies, broken inside.
    With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
    Broken inside.

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