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    My Captor- Chapter 19

    and had laid down to think. The trees around her smelled so nice. The birds sang quietly. The green calmed her. She felt her tears roll down the side of her face. Jealousy, rage,

    envy, sadness, loneliness, all hit her at once. She felt cold, not because the temperature was going down, but cold from the bottom of her heart. It was like the five years after

    Shay died. Nothing seemed to matter. Time seemed to slow down. The clouds overheard thundered. The wind picked up. Tears mixed with the misty rain. She got up from the ground and

    walked back towards the mansion. She stopped at the door. She contemplated Cherie’s offer. Should she go find her? Shane walked towards her bike. She didn’t want to go and face

    Jenny and Carmen. Carmen was sitting in the anteroom waiting for Shane. Shane touched the cold and wet exterior metal of the silver vehicle that cold let her spread her wings and

    fly through the streets of Los Angeles. But she decided against it and returned to the door. The rain was already steadily coming down. Carmen jumped when she heard the door open.

    The sopping wet Shane made her way into the house. Carmen didn’t say anything and neither did Shane. They both were staring at the ground. Shane walked past Carmen and up the

    stairs. Carmen could hear the door close upstairs. She slumped back on the bench and leaned against the wall. Relief washed over her, but whatever made Shane leave worried her.

    Maybe she should’ve been better to her. But Shane had lied and used her. Shane was Shane though, nothing could really diminish her value in Carmen’s heart. She sat downstairs

    contemplating. Shane took a hot shower and got into her pajamas. She felt the scar that was from the bullet she had took. It was a few milimeters above her heart. She snuggled

    into her covers and turned off the lights. It was a rough night. She tossed and turned. Halfway through the night she was awoken by a pair of hands wrap around her. She felt the

    person press their back upon hers. She placed her hands on the fist resting next to her stomach.

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    Comments

    1. Oh, those two! They won’t admit they were jealous and angry, and they won’t admit they want to make up already (foolish pride!), but they sure act like it. They’re so cute together. I especially liked the part where Shane secretly wanted to catch Carmen’s attention with her cooking. So cute. They need to talk about what’s going on, though.

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