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    My Protector – (Chapter: ch 16)

    “Spencer…I’m cold, get over here….” Ashley spoke in a sleepy tone but nothing happened, “Spence?”

     

    She opened her eyes to the dark room, a cold bed, “Spencer?” brown eyes swept every inch of the bedroom, taking in the lightning outside, rain pelting down on the roof and window, a little flicker of light from the candle on the night stand casting shadows on the wall. Yawning she flipped the blanket off her slender body, feeling all her tired muscles tighten groaning in displeasure at being used so soon. Bare feet padded down the hallway to the bathroom, turning the light on to be met with emptiness, “Where the hell?”

     

    Ashley turned the light off and stared down to the main room, nothing was out of the ordinary. Dark room, silent kitchen, snoring fathers, open door, smoldering fire….Wait, open door!  Eye brows furrowed she hesitated for a minute before walking down the stairs careful not to wake up her father and uncle. She stepped out with out a thought into the pouring rain, letting it pummel her pajama clad body, squinting into the gray of the night she searched the grounds. Flash of lightning allowed a streak of blonde wet hair to seep into her vision.

     

    “Spencer!” blue eyes held her browns for a moment before continuing on with what she was doing. Running the course with no shoes, it was dangerous to do it alone during the day but to do it at night during a rain storm was suicidal. Before she knew what was going on her feet flew across the gravel, hardly registering the rocks and sand slicing her bare feet up, “Spencer!”

     

    Strong arms wrapped around her waist stopping her from entering the course, she struggled violently trying her hardest to dislodge who ever held her, “Stop…” Constance’s voice growled in her ear.

     

    “I have to stop her,” Ashley choked out over the thunder.

     

    “Don’t you think I’ve tried,” Constance set Ashley back down but still held her firm, “We fought until she took my knife.”

     

    “Why is she doing this?”

     

    “I don’t know…”

    ”We have to stop her she’s going to get killed…”

    ”And if you try and stop her you’ll get killed.”

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    1. wow that was intence(sp?)this story kinda sounds like a fairy tale with that whole,hipnotized by paula thing,but i like it.=D cant wait to see what happens when paula notices that the curse (thats what i shall call it) is broken.PMS PMS PMS!!!!!!!!

    2. wow that was intence(sp?)this story kinda sounds like a fairy tale with that whole,hipnotized by paula thing,but i like it.=D cant wait to see what happens when paula notices that the curse (thats what i shall call it) is broken.PMS PMS PMS!!!!!!!!

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