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Headlights On Dark Roads – (Chapter: Making Memories Memorable)
She clears her throat gently to wake me up from this weariness that covers my face and I raise my gaze to meet hers that are saying things I don’t want to hear right now. So I hide again. Averting my eyes.
“Um.. I left you a shirt and a pair of shorts for you to sleep in on the nightstand..” she timidly says because she knows she’s taken something for granted.
Because she already prepared for me to stay the night without even knowing where I might have taken off to with my wrecked body. Just because she’s taken something for granted without knowing how grateful I am because of it.
“Just tell me if you need any help, alright?” she says as she slowly rises to give me the privacy I assume that I need even if she just saw my whole upper body only clothed in a bra.
“Okay.” I hesitantly say and wait for her to leave before I try to put on these clothes that she left me.
It took a little while but I managed nevertheless. And here I am on the end of the bed again, in the exact same position as
before, waiting for her return. A low and muffled sound comes from her speakers which I assume is some kind of music.
“Is it safe for me to come in?” A hushed voice on the other side of the door silences the almost muted melody I heard before.
“Yeah, the coast is clear.” I say to somehow vainly try to cut through the tension that resides inside this room.
She reappears with a warm cup of tea that has the exact same raspberry scent that was streaming through my whole body earlier and I couldn’t be more thankful in this very moment.
“Thank you.” I whisper when she hands me the cup.
”It’s okay.” she responds with a small yet beautiful smile.
“No..” A deep breath. ”Really. I mean it, Ashley. Thank you.”
And she looks at me with the most intense stare of them all, kneels to the same position she once occupied between my wobbly legs, with her hands on both sides of my body, locking me in, and looking at me straight in the eyes.
“It’s okay, Spencer.”
And when she says that, with a hoarse mixed with the scent of all those memories I’ve never owned in the first place, I believe her.
I can hear how the world outside of this room is coming to life and the streets are being packed with children hurrying off to school and parents being late for work. I can hear the juice glasses being taken out from the cabinet at Jenny’s house and how a cat have started a fist fight with the trashcan right outside my window.
I can hear everything but the only thing I can taste and feel inside this empty bed is the scent of raspberry and the memories that from that day on became real. That became mine.
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ohh wow i thought it was ash who went to spencers well i feel retarted…my god my brain cant conpuit…but i love it
I have never experienced a story that has quite literally immersed my imagination deep into the very soul of the main character. Every expressive word, every thought provoking brushstroke drew a picture on the canvas of my minds eye and even now I’m unable to escape its terrifying yet beautiful images. From Glen’s physical abuse to Ashley’s gentle healing hands Spencer has found solitude in the midst of a raging storm in the arms of the woman she loves. Brilliantly written! You have a gift…thanks for sharing. PMS
this brought you into a world of pain and suffering but opens a window to hope and light with each touch and smell from ashley’s room, pms
I was wondering where this one went to. Glad you decided to update it. I’m really curious to find out more about Spencer’s living situation. Like what’s going on with her parents and how Glen is able to get away with treating her like this. I’m also very curious as to how Spencer and Ashley’s relationship is going to develop. This whole chapter was very well written. Without a doubt you have talent! I hope you keep this one going. I’d love to read more of this!!
You are truly a fantastic writer, this story really sucks me in, can’t wait for the next chapter.
u’ve truly touched me with this story. what a great chapter this was, please don’t leave it. I can honestly say that right know ur the main reason why i type the same title (SONonline) every time i log on. please u have to continue this amazing story. thank you for sharing it with us i just hope u continue to do so.
ohh wow i thought it was ash who went to spencers well i feel retarted…my god my brain cant conpuit…but i love it
I have never experienced a story that has quite literally immersed my imagination deep into the very soul of the main character. Every expressive word, every thought provoking brushstroke drew a picture on the canvas of my minds eye and even now I’m unable to escape its terrifying yet beautiful images. From Glen’s physical abuse to Ashley’s gentle healing hands Spencer has found solitude in the midst of a raging storm in the arms of the woman she loves. Brilliantly written! You have a gift…thanks for sharing. PMS
this brought you into a world of pain and suffering but opens a window to hope and light with each touch and smell from ashley’s room, pms
I was wondering where this one went to. Glad you decided to update it. I’m really curious to find out more about Spencer’s living situation. Like what’s going on with her parents and how Glen is able to get away with treating her like this. I’m also very curious as to how Spencer and Ashley’s relationship is going to develop. This whole chapter was very well written. Without a doubt you have talent! I hope you keep this one going. I’d love to read more of this!!
You are truly a fantastic writer, this story really sucks me in, can’t wait for the next chapter.
u’ve truly touched me with this story. what a great chapter this was, please don’t leave it. I can honestly say that right know ur the main reason why i type the same title (SONonline) every time i log on. please u have to continue this amazing story. thank you for sharing it with us i just hope u continue to do so.