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    The Assassination of Trust – (Chapter: The Highest Act)

    “Being sorry is the highest act of selfishness, seeing value only after discarding it.”-Doug Horton.
     

     

    I know she knows. My intuition is pummeling static sensation all throughout my body in the form of wicked anxiety. I can’t breathe sometimes just waiting for her to suddenly be right there.

    Right there.

    And I know she’s on her way. The air and I share much in common as we wait still and cold for her to break us of our temporary stasis. The hair on my skin bristled at every eager gust of wind, a terrible reverence every time I thought of all the things I deserved from her riled consequence. Because there’s nothing worse—nothing—than the expectancy of the hell you are to pay and being fully aware that you deserve it.

    I played my role, I know. Ashley, Aiden, Madison, myself, others…we all played a pivotal role in destroying Spencer Carlin. We all played our part in the subtle destruction of her life. Her entire family our discarded puppets. Her childhood home our ridiculous playground.

    God, I can’t believe I played my part.

    But there were things I needed. My whole life had been a sad quest for the things she had. A father.

    An intimidating dose of confidence.

    Money.

    Aiden.

    When the day came I was standing over my kitchen sink, watching the driveway from the tiny window. Over the contrived row of plants and my new herb garden, she stood through the glass. She was in no apparent hurry as she smoked a long cigarette in the yard, her face calm, her outfit casual. I don’t know what I had expected. A yellow and black jumpsuit? An angry scowl? An axe and a promise?

    No.

    No, I should’ve known better. She had tracked me down for months, after all. Why waste the opportunity to make me suffer for her immense pain with over-the-top acrobatics and grisly violence?

    She simply smoked that cigarette and looked out into the colorful distance. Perhaps she was thinking about the past. Perhaps she saw the shaky outline of The Dennison House in that shifting horizon and used it as her inspiration. Perhaps she saw my face and thought about the last time we met eyes. If that was her last thought before ringing my bell, I was taking my last breaths for sure. I swallowed nervously. The bell jarred my senses again and again, sounding dramatically like a final symphony of historic sound.

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    1. i wish i could feel for kyla but she new wat she was getting into at the bigginging she could off spoke to spencer about it so none off it happened but i just hope spencer does let her off, but thats me lol, great update and love ur writing plz pmasap!!!!

    2. Amazing, just amazing. I love this story. I cannot wait to see what happens. I don’t really want Kyla to get killed but she definitely needs some sort of punishment. Fantastic update. PMASAP!!!

    3. that was amazing as usual… the beginning threw me off, i didn’t expect it to be in kyla’s point of view… i really liked it though… i kinda feel bad for her, i don’t want to, but i do… can’t for for your next update!

    4. wow that was a massive plan they had going on, since Kyla is most likely going to get killed/injured maybe she will spill more details…cant wait for the next one!!! PMS

    5. Yeah, I wish I could feel sorry for Kyla too, but I don’t. I don’t think she deserves to die, but I feel she needs to suffer as she made Spencer suffer. I love your stories. Cheers mate.

    6. I love your writing. Every story is amazing. I am a major Spashley fan, and maybe a bit too optimistic, but I can’t help but HOPE this all ends with a good spashley ending. In any case I love your writing and wish this wasn’t your last story. I can’t wait for your next update either story would make me happy:)

    7. Holy hell that was beautifully written. I started reading and all at once the scene began to unfold in my entry way. Amazing job. This one is going to be an emotional rollercoaster isn’t it, for the characters and your readers. Can’t f-ing wait.

    8. maybe spencer could touture kayla into giving her infromation i saw it in a episode if dexter she can sit kayla in a chair grab a bottle of soda and shake it up cover the top before it spew’s then put the bottle under her nose and have the soda spew up kayla’s nose it really hurts it’s just a suggestion

    9. wow that was great. so well written as is all of your stuff. i too can see the emotional rollercoaster the characters and us readers are in for but i’m ready! i don’t even know if i want spashley together in this one. i mean i do but still. maybe ash had no choice in the matter. i kind of hope so but…. wow. can’t even think straight right now! anyway pms!

    10. Wow, poor Kyla. Maybe she should have thought of the consequences of her actions before helping Ashley. Great story. In most stories I look forward to Ashley and Spencer getting together happily. But this story, NO! If Spencer should find them I hope she shoots both Aiden and Ashley dead. They definitely deserve it and return Glen’s child to him.

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