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    On My Own – (Chapter: Chapter 8 "He's Back…")

    There I was, standing in front of the man that only brought me pain, right when I was about to flashback he broke the silence with a cough and continued on with what ever he had to say.

     

    "It’s nice to see you again Ashley" He said while he kept on that disgusting grin.

     

    My mind was everywhere, he had the nerve to even speak after he knew what he had done to me when I was only 14, I was still a virgin as the time which made matters worse, and he took that away from me. The only thing I had left to save, to give to someone I truly loved, but no, he snatched it away as if it were only some candy I’ve been keeping stashed away in the fridge, I could never regain my dignity or self-confidence after that.

     

    "Ashley speak up darling!" My Mom snarled at me by pushing me towards him.

     

    "That’s right Ash, we wouldn’t want a repeat of 3 years ago would we now hunny?" I can’t believe he shortened my name, not only that but he had the audacity to call me hunny, I was at lost for words even more, I then mustered up all my confidence to act somewhat calm in this situation I was in.

     

    “Nice to see you again Kevin” I told him and he smiled.

     

    “That’s better, now was that hard?” In so many ways deemed possible.

     

    “No Sir” I was always treated as if I was a slave, I had to either call Christine Mom or Ma’am and the guest by the first name or the name that incommoded them by gender.

     

    “Go upstairs Ashley, dinner will be ready soon, we wouldn’t want to be late for it now would we?” My Mom spoke while she sent shivers down my spine with the daggers being invisibly thrown at me, from eye to eye of course.

     

    “Yes Ma’am” I then took cue to her orders and ran up the stairs with no intention of spending one more second in his presence.

     

    I was laying on my bed thoughts carrying on as I pondered them which was a bad idea…

     

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