Hope Everlasting. [COMPLETED.]

Chapter Thirty One-Favourite Kind of Pain.

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Chapter Thirty One-Favourite Kind of Pain.

Cory’s P.O.V.

“It could be Rebeckah.”

“No, I would have recognized her voice…this was familiar, but I don’t know where from.”

“And you’re sure it wasn’t her?”

“Yes, Dylan! I’d know my own dead twin sister’s voice, for god’s sake!”

I sighed, rubbing my temples.  Their bickering was doing my head in, literally. Then again, you know what they say; it’s not Thanksgiving without some form of disagreement.

In reality though, it was no longer Thanksgiving. That had ended an hour ago; it was now one in the morning, and we were still puzzling over the voice, and everything that had happened.

“Can we just talk about this in the morning? “ Ashlynn begged. “Or you know, once we’ve actually had some sleep.”

Dylan sighed, but nodded anyway. “Okay. I guess that’s a good plan.”

I rolled my eyes, but said nothing; to say I was past the point of caring now, was an understatement.

We dispersed to bed, myself in an almost zombie-like state. Nothing made sense now; I needed sleep. The second my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light, my dreams filled of the eerie voices of devious spirits, and as always , one particular red head who, although I could never admit it, had truly stolen my heart.

~*~

I was awoken by a knock on my door, and a familiar voice that made my heart leap. “Cory? I didn’t want to wake you, but we…I … thought you might like something to eat.”

I sat up groggily, rubbing at my eyes with a yawn. Standing up, I made my way to the door, flinging it open and smiling sleepily. “W’time is it?” I mumbled, fighting another yawn.

“Past twelve,” she replied. “I thought I’d better wake you, else you’d sleep all day.”

I chuckled; she knew me too well. “Thanks, Ash.”

She scowled at that, something that brought a smirk to my face. “Sometimes, I really hate you, Cory McKinnon.”

I grinned. “You know, I really don’t mind. It might hurt, but guess what? You’re my favourite form of pain,” I told her cockily.

Her face softened, and she leant slightly towards me, those gorgeous, captivating eyes straying to my lips once again. As if realizing suddenly what she was doing, Ashlynn recoiled, blushing slightly. “I’ll….leave you to get ready,” she muttered hurriedly, turning to leave.

“No, wait! I…whilst you’re here…I wanted to have a talk with you. Sit with me, for a while?” I asked, gesturing to the bed. She raised an eyebrow, but nodded anyway; I knew she couldn’t say no.

We both took a set on my bed, and I stared at her for a moment.  Just ask her, Cory, I chastised myself internally. It isn’t like you’re asking her to marry you, or anything. Get a grip!

Still, it didn’t matter how much I told myself it meant nothing, there was no denying that I was nervous. Heck, even my palms were starting to sweat. Just spit it out! I groaned internally; now I was the one hearing voices and I have to say, my conscience was getting annoying as hell.