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    Why Superman Could Never Find a Phone Book – (Chapter: 36: Intimate Projection)

    The moment had lasted only a few seconds, but Spencer had felt it as though she had driven her car into a brick wall, the potential for hate, that white hot ball of anger that lived within Ashley, hidden from sight, resting, growing in strength until something, someone, some moment in time flipped the switch and it came to life, starving, ravenous, seeking revenge for sustenance.

    Tears were dripping down Ashley’s cheeks, waterfalls, pouring down like rain against a slanted roof. Snot stuck to the tiny space above her upper lip, and she licked once to remove the moisture.

    Spencer swallowed the saliva down, again and again, each time the thick glob of emotion forcing its way up, threatening to choke her. The tears fell from her tear ducts, hot and filled with guilt, her arms shaking crazily, her legs turning to mush.

    Ashley squatted to the ground, her face in her hands, her head bobbing from the sobs, her pieces of her brown hair caught within the cracks of her fingers.

    She began to wail into her palms, a deep guttural cry erupting like a banshee, mixing with the tears and sobs, her breathing jerky and erratic.

    Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…

    Spencer watched Ashley break before her eyes, her strong frame crumpling to the floor, liquids escaping from her eyes, nose, and mouth, a strand of drool dangling from the bottom of her palm that still covered her face.

    The room began to whir around her, the blood rushing through her ears like a waterfall, as she stared at the hands of the living room clock ticking along.

    One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…

    Ashley fell back onto her butt, her back now propped up against the wall, every other sob escaping from behind clenched fingers, as Spencer looked away, eyes on the clock, watching the seconds, every second, tick away, each one timed perfectly, as life just slipped away, moment by moment, her brain forcing this image before her out of her head, and out the door, around the block, and down a storm drain.

    Her legs wobbled and she dropped to the floor, Ashley a few feet in front of her, wasting away, every ounce of emotion she had harbored for the past eighteen years, spilling out of her from every orifice, threatening to fill the room and sweep them both out to sea.

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    1. Ok so I think I just let out my first real breath. That was absolutely amazing. It good to see all of this finally coming together. I have to admitt I still really don’t undertand Aiden’s “role” is this, if you call it. But it’s stil amazing none the less. But I want to know why it has to be like this! And what had to be like this? Why did Ashley literally have to kick the shit out of Spencer?? Please post again soon.

    2. Ok so I think I just let out my first real breath. That was absolutely amazing. It good to see all of this finally coming together. I have to admitt I still really don’t undertand Aiden’s “role” is this, if you call it. But it’s stil amazing none the less. But I want to know why it has to be like this! And what had to be like this? Why did Ashley literally have to kick the shit out of Spencer?? Please post again soon.

    3. iv been reading…but never commented…but this was…WOW…like this was just mind blowing…”Yes, I do, Spencer…we were friends for a long time, good friends, and then things changed, and something was happening, and then bam, it ended. All of it. The day I killed that bird when we were down by the creek, it all changed! You killed it! Just like my parents, goddamn Madison, Aiden!”—so does that mean spencer killed the bird and not ash…?

    4. iv been reading…but never commented…but this was…WOW…like this was just mind blowing…”Yes, I do, Spencer…we were friends for a long time, good friends, and then things changed, and something was happening, and then bam, it ended. All of it. The day I killed that bird when we were down by the creek, it all changed! You killed it! Just like my parents, goddamn Madison, Aiden!”—so does that mean spencer killed the bird and not ash…?

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