Chapter 8: Shadows of the Past

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Chapter 8: Shadows of the Past

I woke up with mixed emotions.

Jackson's family had welcomed me with open arms.

His mom's warmth reminded me of what I'd always wanted.

A loving mother.

But my own mother's absence stung.

Our strained relationship weighed on me.

I felt like I'd never truly been loved.

Or accepted.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

I brushed them away.

Trying to shake off the feelings.

But they lingered.

A flashback hit me like a wave:

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I was 16, at a carnival.

Laughter and excitement filled the air.

A boy approached me.

Smiling.

Charming.

We rode the Ferris wheel together.

As we stepped off, he grabbed my arm.

Tight.

"Let's take a walk," he whispered.

Fear spiked.

I tried to shake him off.

But he held tight.

He dragged me away.

From the lights.

From the crowd.

I struggled.

Kicked.

But he covered my mouth.

Silencing me.

I managed to free my mouth.

"Scream!" my mind shouted.

"HELP!" I screamed.

A figure passed by.

A boy.

He saw us.

But kept walking.

Didn't look back.

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The flashback faded.

Leaving me breathless.

Shaken.

I pushed the memories away.

For now.

Later that day, Jackson picked me up for our date.

"Dinner and a walk by the river," he said.

Smiling.

I forced a smile.

Trying to shake off the lingering fear.

As we walked, Jackson noticed my unease.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

I hesitated.

"Just tired," I said.

Jackson's eyes softened.

"You can tell me anything," he whispered.

I wanted to.

But the words stuck.

Fear and trust tangled inside me.

Jackson wrapped his arm around me.

"You're safe with me," he said.

His warmth comforted me.

For a moment, I felt protected.

But the shadows of my past lingered.

Waiting to pounce.

We continued our walk.

Jackson pointing out stars.

Telling stories.

Laughing.

I joined in.

Forgetting.

Temporarily.

As the night ended, Jackson walked me home.

"Thank you for tonight," I said.

Jackson smiled.

"Anytime."

He leaned in.

Kissed me.

Soft.

Gentle.

I melted into his arms.

Feeling safe.

For now.

But the past remained.

Hidden.

Waiting to surface.

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