Ashes to Ashes

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Sᴇᴠᴇɴ

Chapter Seven 

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" send me an angel"

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Trust.

noun

· Hard to win , easily lost, and never fully regained

· Putting your faith in someone or something, so you can rely of them for anything.

· To Have faith in - something that is built up by millimetres and broken down in meters.

Trust. Something that I had always struggled with. When I was younger, I trust people very easily, friends, family, my parents. And you know what? Every time I gave my trust out to someone, they ended up throwing it back in my face.

Ever felt like that? Like you would do anything, literally anything for someone, and they would do the same, right? Because you trust each other.

News flash: the whole thing is a giant lie and is about to blow up in your face at any moment, when you are least expecting it.

I learnt the hard way. So when, time after time, I was always the one who was being thrown around and played with, I'd had enough. So then the saying, 'Trust no one but yourself' became my life motto and goal, and something I started to follow like a religion.

I stopped trusting people. No matter how nice they were to me, how much they helped me, or how hard they tried to get me to open up to them. I put up cold walls all around myself, and I let no one break them down. They were what kept me up; what kept me going. My family was dead. What was the point of trusting anyone anyway? It's not like it would help me. Not now. It was too late.

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I sat with my legs tucked underneath me on the plump red couch in the VIP room. It reminded me of the couch we'd had in our living room back at home. In winter Caitlyn and I would both curl up on it, covered in so many blankets it looked like we were going into hibernation, watching movies on the small tv, placed on the wall above the open fire place. We'd often fall asleep there, and sometimes, when he felt up to it, dad would carry us upstairs so in the morning we'd wake up in our beds thinking we'd been there all night.

The twins sat on either side of me, animatedly discussing which were the worst gangs in London like it was the most important topic that had ever crossed their minds. I was beginning to like the twins, they had a habit of making even the saddest moments seem hilarious.

Actually, I wasn't really listening to their conversation, and was instead watching Ash who was standing with his back towards us, deep in conversation with Conner.

He turned around suddenly and started walking towards the couch, and I jerked my eyes to the floor.

Not that I was checking him out or anything.

"Get up," he said shortly when he reached us, and the twins abruptly broke off their conversation. "He's here."

I sighed, swung my legs over the side of the couch and followed him towards the tinted window of the VIP room.