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    Anything But Ordinary – (Chapter: 20 Memories)

    Story written on November 25, 2007 by Chewy.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=16343
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    “I had a nightmare. Sorry”

     

     

    I was laying in my bed, but I couldn’t fall asleep for some reason. The looks Stan kept giving me at dinner where running through my head. I’ve never seen that look before from anyone. It scared me. He would always smack me around when no one was home making sure not to hit me in the face. I hate him so much. I don’t know what my mother sees in him. I was brought out of my thoughts by my bedroom door opening. Squinting to see who it was since I was blinding from the light in the hallway. It was Stan.

     

     

     

    He’s standing in the doorway just looking at me. I recoiled into myself and back into the corner of my bed which was against a wall. He was running his eyes all over my body, but he seemed to stop on my chest. Realizing what he was staring at I covered my chest with my arms. He moved into the room closing the door behind him. I was frozen with fear. I couldn’t scream I was shaking so bad. He was gonna hit me again I just knew it.

     

     

    "Make a noise and you’ll not walk out of this bedroom alive."

     

     

     

    Make a noise and you’ll not walk out of this bedroom alive.""What…" he covered my mouth with his hand before I could finish. Tears where running down my face uncontrollably. He pulled me closer to him forcing me to lay down on the bed. I could feel his thing hardening on my thigh. His hands found there way underneath my nightgown playing with my stomach. They worked there way up moving my nightgown up with them until they almost exposed my small breast. "Shush. I just want to see how much you have matured." His rough hands found my breast, and I yelled as loud as I could
     

     

     

     

    "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

     

     

     

     

    "Spencer wake up baby. Spencer it is just a dream" I heard Ashley’s voice waking me from my nightmare.

     

     

     

     

    I Sat up quickly looking around the room. I was covered in sweat and tears where already running down my face. I haven’t dreamed about that in years. I haven’t even thought about it. I felt a arm wrap around me, and I flinched away before bolting to the bathroom.

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    1. sick bastard i wish someone could cutt his balls off and make him eat it like on a shot of love. but then i hope he gets ball poisining!!! not possible but i hate him so much. love it more please :)

    4. sick bastard i wish someone could cutt his balls off and make him eat it like on a shot of love. but then i hope he gets ball poisining!!! not possible but i hate him so much. love it more please :)

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