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    Through Struggle – (Chapter: Chapter 8 "Past For Past?")

     

    Spencer’s POV

    I’m still in shock I just pored my heart out to a girl I barely knew, but something about her reminds me so much of Jeremy in everyway, I’m now in her arms while she whispers in my ear that it will be ok and I can’t help but let a smile spread my face since I needed that caring since my Mom was always busy working to even notice me, sometimes I thought she loved her patiences more then her own children ever since Clay passed away.

    "Thanks alot Ash" I told her as I moved away from the embrace, but she still have her hands on each one of my shoulder so she could look me in the eyes.

    "Anytime" She smiled and hugged me one last time before I sat beside her again since I lost my place in the hug we had.

    "It’s really been a while since I talked about him, so I guess it’s good I let it out" I said and she nodded.

    "I know exactly what you feel like, it’s ok to feel that way I was there to" She explained to me and I got curious to know what happened.

    "Who was it?" I asked her timidly.

    "It was my Dad" She responded quietly. "It happened about 10 years ago…"                                                    Ashley’s POV

    Flashback

    I was about 10 or 9 years old and I was swinging on a tire swing my Dad had put in before he went off on tour, he was always the go here go there Dad, as in he was barely home during my childhood. It didn’t help my Mom didn’t give a shit about me, she sometimes used to come up to me on nights she was drunk only to tell me I was a mistake, I cried each night I herd her scream late at night that she hated me and I was a fuck-up like my Father, banging on my door and I had to ignore it by listening to music. One day my Dad came home for the weekend and he decided to take me on a fishing trip with him to the lake cabin he baught for only the two of us. We got there and it was magnificant I loved the lake by the house and he even had a tire swing there for me.

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