Poison Kiss

Chapter 6:

Poison Kiss

Chapter 6:

Ashlynn's POV:

I sat in my room, my eyes glassy from memories that I wished not to think about. I couldn't believe that my uncle had managed to escape. Just goes to show how lucky I was.

There was a knock on my door and Sadie poked her head in. "Hey," she murmured. "Can I come in?"

I nodded and clutched at a pillow. She sank down next to me on the bed. We sat in silence for a moment before she spoke. "I heard."

I picked up my head. "About what?" I dared her to speak, to mention his name.

"Our pathetic uncle." she said, ignoring the challenging note in my voice.

I nodded and resumed hugging my pillow. "So?"

Her forehead creased into a frown. "Ash..." she mumble.

"Yeah?!" I replied a bit more harshly than I had intended.

"I know you still hurt inside after what he did to you, but don't you think I hurt too? He killed our father. You know how close I used to be with daddy. I think-"

I cut her off. "I don't give a fuck what you think!" I exploded. "You weren't there. You didn't watch him die! You didn't suffer the pain that I did. Don't act like you know me so well."

With that, I stormed out of my room, leaving her speechless. We never fought like this, but I really did need some time to myself to think things over. I hurried out the front door, not even bothering to tell my mom where I was going.

I ran, not caring who saw me, or where I was going. The tears streaked down my face, smearing my mascara. I needed to find a quiet place to let my tears flow. I spotted a deserted, yet familiar looking park area up ahead and sped up.

The second I walked through the gate, I knew why. My father used to take Sadie and I here to play when we were little. Not much had changed. The metal on the slide was still faded by time and weather. The swingset look a bit more deteriorated than I remembered, but still had a few years use on it.

I found a worn wooden bench and sank onto it, letting my tears flow more freely. There were so many good memories here, I no longer felt as sad. In a way, I felt closer to my father than I had since he had died. My fingers trailed over the many etchings in the water damaged wood. Promised love, broken trust, memorials of people long gone. So many memories and secrets spilled into this bench.

I felt the prickle of eyes on me and looked up. My hazel eyes met a pair of grey ones, and I gasped in shock. I had been so caught up in thought that I had not heard anyone approaching.

The strange boy looked over me a bit and then spoke. "What's up?"

I frowned. "Do I know you?" I asked suspiciously.

"Hmm..." he mumbled. "Maybe. I know you, but you don't really know me." he extended his hand for me to shake. "My name is Vincent."

I took it, frowning still. "Umm..." I mumbled. "I'm A-

He interrupted me. "Ashlynn, I know."

I got up and started to edge away. "Who the hell are you?!" I asked darkly. "How do you know me."

He seemed to notice that I was uncomfortable. "Oh, I'm that douche, Brian's cousin. You walked in on us fighting. Oh, and I'm the one who helped you catch him...... yeah." he shrugged passively.

I relaxed. "Oh," I muttered. "It's you..."

"Nice to see you too." he said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever.." I muttered.

He sat down on the bench, pulling me down with him. I pushed him away and frowned. He looked into my eyes, genuine worry creasing his forehead. "You okay?"

I glared at him. "Just peachy." I muttered.

He looked thoughtful. "I think not." he finally said. "I'm pretty sure you were crying when I came over here."

I shrugged. "No big deal...." I mumbled looking away, so that he wouldn't see the tears forming in my eyes.

"No big deal?!" he said in exasperation. "No big deal smeared your makeup like that." I gasped a reach up to my face. I must look awful. "Yeah." he said, unknowingly answering my question. "Look, let's stop playing dumb. I watched the news. I know more about you past than you think I do."

I gave him a withering look and felt a single tear slip down my face. "You don't know as much as you think you do! I hold things inside that are more horrible than you could possibly imagine. Nobody knows what it's like. They never will."

At that point, the dam broke and all the tears I had fought so hard to hold inside break free and pour down my cheeks like torrents of rain.

Vincent looked somewhat shocked and awkwardly wrapped his arms around me in a feeble attempt to comfort me. "Shhh..." he murmured. "Its all going to be okay."

We sat in comfortable silence for about twenty minutes. His touch seemed to calm me deeply.

I relaxed and let my head rest on his shoulder, my excess tears seeping into his shirt.

Once I had stopped sniffling, he lifted my head a bit and smiled. "There, there." he said softly. "See, it will be alright."

I allowed myself a small smile, a real one this time, and nodded.

He got up to leave, but stopped and turned around. "Here's my number." he said, scribbling it down onto a pieced of crumpled paper and handing it to me. "Call me if you ever need someone to talk to."

I nodded numbly and placed it in my pocket without looking at it. I watched as he jogged through the gate and out of sight.

I sighed and checked the time. 5:49. I best head home now, before it got dark.

I got up from the bench and walked out the gate, back towards my house, reflecting on my incredibly strange day.

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I stayed in one POV this chapter. Yay! That's a first. Please vote and comment. I feel like no one is reading this. Maybe I should take it down. I was really excited about this story, but tr so much anymore. It feels kind of disliked. I don't know. Give me your feedback and I'll make my final decision.

Asylum

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