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    One Night Stand – (Chapter: Running Scared – Part 2)

    Story written on January 5, 2008 by ge97511.
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    “It was my engagement ring, it’s yours now. I don’t want it. I don’t want to be with you anymore. This relationship is over.” I say coldly right in to his eyes

    It’s been a week since I left Kyla’s apartment. As soon as I got in to the cab I realized I hadn’t let them know what was going on. I didn’t want to scare them half to death so I sent them a text message saying I was okay and needed time alone after I had picked up my car from Spencer’s. After that I locked myself in my apartment and refused to let anybody in. Except for the food deliveries I call in. I don’t want to starve and I didn’t feel like going grocery shopping. Kyla came by twice and pounded on my door for 15 minutes but I wouldn’t open the door. While Spencer came by once on the second day and pleaded for me to open the door. That was really hard because I was so close in giving in and letting her come in. I stood by the door the entire time she was there and listened to her plead for me to open the door and that she just wanted to help. I could hear the anguish in her voice and that nearly broke my heart but I stood firm. The way I figured things would be a whole lot better after I finally sorted things out. About an hour after she got to my front door she slipped a card under the door and begged for me to call the psychologist she had found for me. Then she said goodbye and for me to call her if I needed anything.

    I haven’t heard from either Spencer or Kyla since then. I miss them both. Especially, Spencer but in this solitude I’ve been able to make some progress, I think. I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want to be with Aiden anymore. I don’t want to marry him. He doesn’t make me happy anymore, not like before. I’m tired of him degrading me, putting me down at every turn and most of all the beatings. I still don’t know how or when he turned into the person he is now but the guy I fell in love with isn’t there anymore. I also realized that the person I was once was gone too. I used to be happier, freer, I actually liked the person I was. I always loved music. Ever since my father taught me how to play the drums and the guitar when I was young I fell in love with it. I always dreamed of following my fathers footsteps. Well, not entirely. I hoped to avoid his same pit falls. I loved performing. It gave me such an incredible rush and made me so special. It gave me the sense that I could make people happy through my music. But that started to slowly go away with each performance Aiden went to watch. He’d always criticize something. Always. No matter how awesome everybody said I was or how many times I got standing ovations. Something was always wrong. Just as I was starting to get well known the jealousy started. Soon after that he started saying outright that I wasn’t any good at all and I began to believe him. So I stopped and just concentrated on writing songs. I love that too but I don’t think it’s enough for me anymore. I don’t think it ever was. When I stopped singing I felt something had died in me but I thought Aiden more than made up for it. I was so wrong.

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    3. woah..intense. i know u probably heard this a million times, but i’m going to say it anyway, u’re an AMAZING WRITER! i just read your other stories, and i really do love them. keep up the good work!

    15. NOOOOOOOO i cnt believe you did that im well an truly gutted but it’s so hard to hate someone who writes so well and as i’ve said before i LOVE drama soo thank you awesome update again :) PMASAP!!!!!!!

    20. I can’t believe Aiden shot Ashley and than himself. Now Spencer is going to have to operate on her, too. I can’t wait to read what happens next. I hope Ashley is alright. PMASAP.

    21. i agree with spencer ASHLEY NO!!!! fix it please make her better but let aiden die no that sounds mean but urg okay let him live but have to go to jail for a long long long time pms

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