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    Next Time Around: 2 – (Chapter: I dont know how much more i can take)

    Story written on January 2, 2007 by sonXluffer.
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    Number of Comments: 14
    Words: 1625
    Story Shortlink: https://lf.beardesk.com/?p=13029
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    Its a sequal Bia! And nothing is going according to plan.

    Morning came around in silence between everyone except Spencer and Ashley. They stood at the island in the kitchen sipping their coffee and conversing over what to do next. To be honest, they were both clueless. Communication didn’t seem to be working. How can you hold a conversation with someone who won’t speak?

     

    “Maybe we should hire a therapist.” Spencer suggested as she stared blankly at the countertop.

     

    Brown eyes darted up to the blonde lover beside her. Ashley’s eyes got a little wider and dilated just a smidge more but enough that you could notice. “No, Spence, No.” Ashley said in an almost pleading tone. What was she pleading for? “I promised that I would not do what my parents did to me.”

     

    “What? Put you in therapy?” Spencer questioned.

     

    “It was more than putting me in therapy. It was my parents trying to hire someone to listen to my problems so they didn’t have to.” Ashley seemed to be on the edge this morning and she was rocking back and forth over the cliff. Ashley pushed against the countertop and turned on her heel. She poured two glasses of orange juice and removed the previously cooking eggs from the pan and separated them onto two plates along with bacon and toast. What was she doing? She never cooked for her kids, mainly because she was hardly good at it. The most she made was usually frozen waffles from a box. This was very unlike her.

     

    Two sets of feet pattered down the stairs rapidly as Avery and Amanda made their way to the kitchen, each looking everywhere except for their parents. Ashley held out both plates, one in each hand with a hopeful smile. “I made you both breakfast.” She stated. Avery shoved past her and grabbed his bag off of the counter behind her and made his way out the door.

     

    Amanda stared blankly at her mother. She had been crying throughout the night and no amount of makeup could cover it up. “I’m not hungry.” She said in a barely audible voice before turning around and leaving.  Ashley’s hopeful smile slowly left her face as both of her children walked away. She heavily set the plates down and tucked her curls behind one ear. A move she only did when she was upset or angry. She brought her hand up to her temple and slowly made small circles against it.

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    1. I just started reading this 2 days ago and I got to say I really love this story so keep posting. I also think that in the story you need to set everyone down in the davies house that make them talk to each other.

    2. I just started reading this 2 days ago and I got to say I really love this story so keep posting. I also think that in the story you need to set everyone down in the davies house that make them talk to each other.

    3. Shawing. Everyone is lying to everyone else. That can’t end well can it. Can’t they all just fall into a group hug. When is someone going to write a pure fluff fic hey? Cmon! Cmon! *Looks around*… what, me? Hell no, I live for the angst. Someone else do it. Like…. PEANUT!

    4. Shawing. Everyone is lying to everyone else. That can’t end well can it. Can’t they all just fall into a group hug. When is someone going to write a pure fluff fic hey? Cmon! Cmon! *Looks around*… what, me? Hell no, I live for the angst. Someone else do it. Like…. PEANUT!

    11. Well. Glen’s going to follow in Paula’s foot steps. so very unexpected. Silence. mmmm…Golden and deadly. this time i think it will be deadly. there’s nothing worse than knowing somethings up with some one, but they wont talk. meh. the kid’s’ll come around in their own time

    12. Well. Glen’s going to follow in Paula’s foot steps. so very unexpected. Silence. mmmm…Golden and deadly. this time i think it will be deadly. there’s nothing worse than knowing somethings up with some one, but they wont talk. meh. the kid’s’ll come around in their own time

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