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    Move Along – (Chapter: Eight)

    A small amount of light escaped the elevator into the dark basement; Christine Davies took a deep breath before leaving the safety of the lift and allowing the dark to envelop her. Her heart was racing; a light sheen of sweat coated her palms which she was quick to wipe on her flowing brown skirt. The halter top she wore did nothing to keep the cold of the basement off her skin.

     

    Arthur is dead so why am I still here Christine asked her self, cringing at all the horrible crying sounds coming from the locked steel doors on her left and right; you’re protecting her that’s why.

     

    The narrow hallway ended at a large steel door but this one was slightly different, a symbol of hands wrapped around a thorny crown was etched deep into its soul, if a door had a soul but that’s what it all ways reminded her of. Like she was seeing into the devil’s soul. Bracing her self she knocked three times, this is so clichéd, she thought while waiting for someone to open the door. Metal squeaked as the door opened inward allowing a little more light into the dark hallway and she knew what lay on the other side of the door.

     

    A long stair well lit by torches on the wall, each step taking its patron to a large meeting room with small hallways in all four directions which in turn led to more steel doors and more crying noises. Brown orbs stared at the person who opened the door, her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. The person smirked at her reaction before throwing a red hood over a head of brown thick hair, licking her lips she followed as the door behind her clinked shut.

     

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    Ashley paced out side the nurse’s station clutching the sweater in her hands. Two janitors helped pick Spencer up and to the nurse’s office but wouldn’t allow her in so she dashed to her car and grabbed the sweater which was what the girl had asked for. It’d been an hour, the principal went in then several minutes later the school guidance counselor went in but still no one allowed Ashley in and her nervous were about shot.  Running her hands thru her hair she tried to think of something else beside the unconscious blond but nothing worked.

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    Comments

    1. HOT, but you threw me in a loop hole…lol, where in the hell is Christine?? And poor Spence, bipolar much? lol, but I love it either way, PMS!!

    2. HOT, but you threw me in a loop hole…lol, where in the hell is Christine?? And poor Spence, bipolar much? lol, but I love it either way, PMS!!

    3. I just caught up on this and i’m loving it! Spencer kind of freaks me out, but i like it. And this whole mystery is getting to me. PMS!

    4. I just caught up on this and i’m loving it! Spencer kind of freaks me out, but i like it. And this whole mystery is getting to me. PMS!

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