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6
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Chapter Three :Feelings Revealed pt. 2
Christoffer's P.O.V.
By the time the alarm sounded, I found myself with a head nestled into my shoulder.
Ashley's.
I suddenly remembered that I had a nightmare last night.
She must've led me here and comforted me...she has such a heart of gold...
I turned around and played with her hair for a while. She woke up and smiled.
That heavenly smile.
The one I fell in love with.
"How are you this morning, Chris?" she asked me.
"Better now...I had a nightmare last night, didn't I? And am I right in assuming that you
comforted me so that I could have good dreams?”
She blushed.
“Yeah…I couldn’t leave you in the clutches of a nightmare…”
I could see her confused and worried expression. It showed that she wanted to ask what
the nightmare was about. I knew she was holding back out of respect for me but , almost
immediately, I decided to tell her everything.
“Ashley, this isn’t easy for me to say but here goes: I’ve been molested by my father
since I was 5.”
Her eyes shone with unshed tears from what I said but I plowed on.
“He stopped for a while when my mother called him out on it…but when I turned 20, he
started up again. I-I must be the weakest person alive if I can’t e-even fight off my own
father…”
She grabbed me and hugged me tight as I sobbed.
“You’re not weak, Christoffer…you never were! I know what you’ve gone through…”
I looked up to sharply at what she said only to see that her eyes grew dull and tears
were falling out of her eyes.
“My own father did it to me for 6 years before my mother and grandmother found out
through my therapy sessions…it was then that my uncle did the right thing by me for the
first and last time in my life. He went about it the wrong way though. He killed him by
cyanide poisoning and strangulation. That’s why my uncle is in prison for life. I
rationalize it by saying that he’ll never hurt me again but I still want my father back…”
She openly sobbed and I held her for two hours before finally she fell asleep. I laid her
down and pulled the covers over her. I swore a vow that day.
I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, my love, not as long as I’m alive…
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Ashley’s P.O.V.
After sobbing in his arms and falling asleep, I awoke to breakfast in bed.
“Morning, Ash…thought you might want some breakfast before you two get ready for
school..”
I could hear pity in her voice.
I HATE pity.
“How much did you hear, Marge?”
She hesitated and then sighed.
“Everything. But I’m glad you and Christoffer have made up and have each other…he loves
you, you know…”
“As a sister? Yeah, I know…”
She just smiled and walked out of the door. Somehow I felt there was something else she
wasn’t telling me.
I have an uneasy feeling about this…
I was wary and ready to jump at the slightest provocation. Which coincidentally started the weirdest day of my life.
By the time the alarm sounded, I found myself with a head nestled into my shoulder.
Ashley's.
I suddenly remembered that I had a nightmare last night.
She must've led me here and comforted me...she has such a heart of gold...
I turned around and played with her hair for a while. She woke up and smiled.
That heavenly smile.
The one I fell in love with.
"How are you this morning, Chris?" she asked me.
"Better now...I had a nightmare last night, didn't I? And am I right in assuming that you
comforted me so that I could have good dreams?”
She blushed.
“Yeah…I couldn’t leave you in the clutches of a nightmare…”
I could see her confused and worried expression. It showed that she wanted to ask what
the nightmare was about. I knew she was holding back out of respect for me but , almost
immediately, I decided to tell her everything.
“Ashley, this isn’t easy for me to say but here goes: I’ve been molested by my father
since I was 5.”
Her eyes shone with unshed tears from what I said but I plowed on.
“He stopped for a while when my mother called him out on it…but when I turned 20, he
started up again. I-I must be the weakest person alive if I can’t e-even fight off my own
father…”
She grabbed me and hugged me tight as I sobbed.
“You’re not weak, Christoffer…you never were! I know what you’ve gone through…”
I looked up to sharply at what she said only to see that her eyes grew dull and tears
were falling out of her eyes.
“My own father did it to me for 6 years before my mother and grandmother found out
through my therapy sessions…it was then that my uncle did the right thing by me for the
first and last time in my life. He went about it the wrong way though. He killed him by
cyanide poisoning and strangulation. That’s why my uncle is in prison for life. I
rationalize it by saying that he’ll never hurt me again but I still want my father back…”
She openly sobbed and I held her for two hours before finally she fell asleep. I laid her
down and pulled the covers over her. I swore a vow that day.
I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, my love, not as long as I’m alive…
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Ashley’s P.O.V.
After sobbing in his arms and falling asleep, I awoke to breakfast in bed.
“Morning, Ash…thought you might want some breakfast before you two get ready for
school..”
I could hear pity in her voice.
I HATE pity.
“How much did you hear, Marge?”
She hesitated and then sighed.
“Everything. But I’m glad you and Christoffer have made up and have each other…he loves
you, you know…”
“As a sister? Yeah, I know…”
She just smiled and walked out of the door. Somehow I felt there was something else she
wasn’t telling me.
I have an uneasy feeling about this…
I was wary and ready to jump at the slightest provocation. Which coincidentally started the weirdest day of my life.