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    Behind closed doors – (Chapter: A new flavor)

    A vase of handpicked carnations sat on Spencer’s nightstand. Being recently attended to by Spencer’s mother, newly added drops of water shone brilliantly dangling at the edges of the petals, the sunlight capturing them at just the right angles.

     

    The sun-kissed complexion of the honey blonde haired girl began to glow as the sun began to rise higher. Spencer sat up immediately, responding to the continuous beeping of her alarm. She walked over to her closet and began to thumb through her wardrobe, deciding on what to wear. She stepped back slightly, leaning against the side walls of her closet and closed her eyes as she imagined the faceless phantom that haunted her dreams pleasure her. The luminous spirit always had a way of sneaking into her subconscious without warning and just in time, embracing her at the first sign of terrifying images which would unfold into a nightmare. She bit her lip, somewhat cautious and ashamed of her what would no doubt be considered sinful desires.

     

    Light footsteps were making its way towards Spencer’s doorway. A slight tapping at the door snapped Spencer out of her daydream and hesitantly proceeded to answer it. A friendly face appeared behind the doorway. It was Spencer’s obedient brother Clay, who by request of his mother, was checking to see if Spencer was ready to go to church.

     

    “Almost ready,” Spencer replied giving her brother a quick good morning hug.

     

    As soon as Clay stepped away, Spencer dashed over to her closet, threw on a pair of jeans and a cotton tank, followed by a soft Henley over it. Light application of lip venom she had recently purchased completed the ensemble. A tingling spicy feel instantly took effect. A smirk crept across Spencer’s face. She paused before placing the venom into her purse, recalling the reason why she had bought it.

     

    It was only a week ago that the Carlin family had moved to their new home, San Francisco. Spencer, curious about the sights and shops convinced her two brothers to drive her downtown where they stumbled upon a rather high end mall, at least compared to the small town local shops back in Ohio. The layout and overall atmosphere seemed overwhelming but at the same time slightly exciting. Her brothers agreed to rendezvous in two hours, eager to escape becoming trapped as her shopping lackeys.

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