Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 16 - Three Sides to All Stories, Is This The Truth? (Faith POV)

wow..can you make a character key like you have for other books? > am confused with so many people. please add who is with who if possible.

Thaddeus, Talia and Brennan Conrad : 18 years old

Samson Conrad : 17 years old

Caterina and Paige Conrad: 15 years old

Harleigh (adopted) Rubin -Conrad: 17 years old

Samantha Conrad (adopted) : 10 years old

Simon/Amy Conrad: 5 years old.

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Brennan is with Devin.

Talia is with Javier.

Harleigh is with Thaddeus.

Devin (a girl), Taylor and Javier are brother and sisters.

A/N: NOT EDITED. Thank you all of you that are reading this story and voting and commenting, I know you're trying like crazy to figure out what the Conrad's are but in time everyone... that being said... lets get back to Faith and Samson in the cave...

Chapter 16 – Three Sides to All Stories, Is This The Truth? (Faith POV)

If there was one thing I was learning, it was that knowledge and freedom courted one another. I thought that Dmitri had kept me educated in his own way, but I was beginning to realize that my assumption was completely indecorous.

'If you come as softly as the wind beneath the tree's you will hear what I hear, see what sorrow sees,' the words from the poem she read just two weeks prior come to mind as Samson sits across from me the picture of ease and patience.

"I – you – I wasn't expecting that," I stumbled a bit looking away, trying to clear my head of the fog now, the hype and anticipated reaction I was expecting.

Samson gives me a sad grin, "I watch you –" he blurts out, eyes widening, "I mean not like a creepy stalker or anything but more like your reactions, you uhm – most times gaze at things like you've never seen them before. Things that even if you lived in Switzerland, you would've seen then," I nod tiredly.

"How long – I mean you don't have to tell me but – have you been," he fumbles trying to find the right words.

With a sigh that echos, "Since I was a baby," his eyes widen and the hand holding the flashlight wobbles. "What?"

My mind goes back to my dream, the woman in the house I saw today, proof that I wasn't dreaming. "I thought – well I was told that it was since I was a baby, but uhm – lately I'm not so sure," I reply cryptically. I don't know how much is too much, but right now as it looks like Samson isn't breathing, I hold off.

"You've been inside, since you were a baby, you've never gone outside? Why not didn't you want too?" his brows are smashed together, and his forehead crinkles.

"The person who had me, told me things, untrue things and I thought that-" I stop abruptly as my stomach turns, and acid fills my mouth, my eyes water and telling him I was inside all my life is easier than the next part, because to me... the truth of why I never sought freedom is pathetic.