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    The King High Killer – (Chapter: Chapter 12 Twelve Hours Until Hell)

     

    Ashley Davies twitched as the noise slowly penetrated through her exhaustion but brushed it away with a flick of her hand as if it were a fly. The music continued to sound and with a groan, the brunette blindly reached out to find the source, mumbling incoherently as she did.

    When she felt the firm vibration against her hand, the Silversun Pickups ringtone that accompanied it finally made sense and she cleared her dry throat a few times before placing the cell phone to her ear.

    “Hello?”

    “Where the FUCK have you been?!” Ashley groaned miserably and burrowed her head deeper in her pillow as she held the cell phone away from her ringing ear.

    “What’dya want?” The brunette muttered back, not at all enjoying her morning thus far.

    “Jesus Christ, Davies! It’s three-thirty in the fucking afternoon on a school day and you don’t fucking show up or answer any of my phone calls! I thought you were dead!” All at once, memories from the previous evening came rushing back to Ashley. Startled, the brunette launched herself into sitting position and with wide eyes, scanned the empty bedroom in panic.

    “Carmen, I got to go!”

    “What the fu-” Ashley snapped her phone shut and hopped out of Spencer’s bed, anxiety-ridden and in a daze.

    “Oh, fuck!” She groaned, once on her feet. Everything ached: legs, arms, stomach…something lower than her stomach. Ashley dressed through the pain, however, dancing around on one leg as she attempted to put her pants back on while she stuffed her t-shirt over her head; she had to find Spencer.

    “Good morning.” Ashley collapsed, one leg twisted in her jeans and one arm stuck in her shirt, as she took in the sight of a naked Spencer leaning casually against her bedroom doorframe. The blonde smiled, amused by the adorable sight before her of a captured Ashley, but made no move to help the struggling brunette.

    Spencer folded her arms across her chest as she beamed. When she awoke to the sound of Ashley’s phone a few hours before, she thought for a mere moment that it all had been a dream. She thought she had had a nightmare about being chased by two hooded killers, then came the lovely and highly sexual dream.

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    1. I’m so happy that i’m not the only one who’s still so confused … and it’s the second to the last chapter!!! You’d think that I would have a clue but I honestly don’t so … GREAT JOB!!! You’d better be writing the last chapter!!!

    2. geez… i have no idea who the killers could be, and i hope that ashley does some serious apologizing for the stuff she said to spencer. really? just one chapter left, to straighten everything out? :( well, you know i trust ya to do it perfectly :)

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