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The Dennison House – (Chapter: Trust)
I lay in bed, shaking. Terrified. Vulnerable.
I lay in bed knowing that something significant had just taken place, but having no idea how to react. Aiden had threatened me before he left, leaving his sloppy, careless kisses on my neck and his scent in my bed. If we left he would find us. If he found us, he would kill us.
I wanted Ashley. I wanted something…someone to hold onto. I wanted to remind myself what trust looked like. But I couldn’t move. My body had been on auto-pilot to accommodate the humiliation that went along with every cruel thrust of Aiden’s revenge. And now I was having a hard time snapping back into reality. I was having a hard time forgetting the sensation of being taken advantage of by someone who only wanted to punish me.
There’s a big difference between selling your body and rape. A lot of people don’t think so, but there is. And that big difference is “choice.” It’s my own decision to sleep with men for money. It happens at my own allowance when I wish to entertain such advances. But to be stripped of your clothes and then stripped of your power by a man who wishes you harm feels like a very different game indeed.
It had never happened to me.
I was supposed to be too smart to let it happen. I was too careful to ever get hurt. But I wasn’t. All I could see now was his large frame looming over me and his eyes bearing into mine. To think that Ashley had trusted him. What did she see in his eyes that I couldn’t? Who was the Aiden that she knew?
But the most important question, the one insistently running through my head again and again…
What now?
The next morning I awoke quickly, simply startled by the fact that I had managed to find sleep with so many thoughts and so much disappointment. I showered—without tears somehow—and walked down to the kitchen. I didn’t want to be alone. I completely welcomed the usually annoying chatter of bitter Kyla and lying Madison. I craved it even. Because I wanted that normalcy back. I wanted to deny my desire for more and better and simply slip into this world again. I had done it once.
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thats right ashley show him who the man is-figurtavly speacking of coursemother fucker man i hope ashley goes all gangsta on him that would be a site to see mmmmm gangsta ashley that would be so hot pms please
I want to kill that fucker! GO ASHLEY!!!
Heey!, *Hides hands with Aiden’s blood* oh, umm, great chapter! PMS! *smiles nervously and runs away*
Poor Spencer, she really would do anything for Ashley. I hope Ash whoops his ass….or maybe castrates him…that would be good too!!! PMS!!
wow that was amazingly intense. i really hope ash can get back at aiden. what a bastard. and you’re right, rape is rape, no matter what your profession is.
I’m glad spence came out and told her. And yeah seriously, go ashley! haha.
that was… intense… great job. can i bug you and ask what other site you write on???
I’m glad that Spencer told Ashley and didn’t keep it in because that would suck. As for Aiden well he’s a cunt and a jackass who deserves to die and I hope Ashley will get the chance to show him who’s boss and kick his damn fucker ass. Anyways I loved the update and I ope you PMS XD
GOOO ASHLEY! MUTHERFUCKER castrate him! Omg I will!
you have been one of my fav writers for a long time now, and I’ll read anything you post. I think you’re handling the situation of Spencer’s rape in a great way. I love your writing. And I concure…I hope Ashley whips his arse…cheers mate!!!
And so i continue to let my love for ashley grow .. wooot for getting out!!