Chloe had came home with news about Spencer. Apparently he fell down his stairs but didn't want her to go for some odd reason. He was driven to the hospital. I lived near to the hospital so I asked my parents if I could go visit him instead of Chloe.
"What do you think Chloe would you let her?" Mother asked
"Yes" Chloe smiles.
I ran out of the house into the Emergency room to find Spencer sleeping. His face was so beaten it almost looked unrecognizable.
"Spencer," I whispered.
"HOPE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Spencer yelled
"I'm so sorry about what happened to you! You don't deserve this! Is there anything I can do to help?" I sympathized.
"LEAVE! NOW I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR HIDEOUS FACE AGAIN!" Spencer threw a tissue box at me.
I ran out of the room and cried all the way home. I couldn't believe it. I really thought he loves me all this time but it turned out that I was living a lie. His face was so bruised that I couldn't stop thinking about it. Could falling down the stairs cause that much damage? At this point I lost my judgement completely. I don't know if I could ever look at him again. It's so petrifying looking at it. Whatever the case may be he would always be in my prayers no matter what. I wish him to heal quickly and nice. Maybe when he heals the real him will come to grips with reality.
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How could she do something so horrible to me? This experience was so petrifying to me. I don't think I will ever be able to forget it. I don't know if I would ever be able to forgive Hope for the damage that she caused.
I feel actually sorry for Chloe because she has to live with that train reck. Maybe I got the wrong twin. I think I should hang out with Chloe.
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Cold and Mold (Hope Aarons Story)
JugendliteraturEveryone has there story. They have there quirks and there depressing sides. Now you may not want to read this do to the abuse of what my life is. But I like to think my story as a fairy tale almost.
