Chapter 2: Temptations

The sky was grey. The heavens above releasing their tears. It was the day of Raife Davies funeral. Rows and rows of people dressed in black surrounded the burial sight, awaiting the rock star to be six feet under. This crowd of mourning people didn’t consist of the 10 year old Ashley. Ashley stood in the shadows of the trees watching from afar. She stood completely still and in place, not moving just standing emotionless. Her face alone held more marble than the gravestones that surrounded her. She stood just as lifeless as the dead resting below her. She let the precipitation cascade down her body, to drown all her sorrows. With one last look at her father being lowered into the earth and to forever become just a memory. A sheer piece of a picture that fades more and more everyday. One last look at the her pride and joy, then she ran. Letting the angels that flew above cry the tears she couldn’t let escape. She just ran.

Ashley shot up in her bed. Breath once again hitched. A cold sweat coating her body. She ran cold fingers through her damp hair. Wincing in pain as she remembered punching the mirror the day before. She looked at her knuckle examining it. Looking at the bandage that hid the pleasure she felt from the pain.

Turning her head she read her alarm clock.

Ashley: "3 a.m. Ugh!"

Throwing herself back into her soft silk sheets, Ashley closed her eyes to a restless slumber, to awake three hours later.

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Ashley sat in her car once again looking at her injured hand. Running her fingers over it again and again.

Ashley: "It really felt amazing."

Someone than banged on Ashley’s window.

Aiden: "Ashley! Hurry up!"

She rolled down her window.

Ashley: "What the fuck Aiden."

Aiden: "Get your ass out of the car and come on, I have to show you something. Well more like someone."