THE FORGIVEN BITE

Chapter 23 - Dawn Before Break

AN: Hello Guys, I know I took a long time to update this as usual. And this chapter is just half of what I actually wanted to cover in this. I am sorry, I am taking thi stsory slowly. I am trying my best to adjust my time. Hop eyou understand it. Love you all :)

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~Chapter 23 - Dawn Before Break-

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I have no feelings for you, Ashline...

Dad wants to send me to Florida...

I will be always there for you whenever, wherever you need me...

As Ron disappeared out of my view, my decision dawned on me in the form of fear. Several mixed emotions swept over me- gloominess, sadness, fear, frustration... I didn't know which one was more dominating. The tears which I had been holding for this entire time I was with Ron, released in a steady downpour from the deep core of my heart relentlessly. I was no longer able to maintain my usual self-control, as I relived moments with Steven and Ron. These two boys showed a potential of shaking my so-called perfect life, one being my friend and one whom I fell face-hard. I had already failed in love. Now I was on the edge of missing my best friend for an important part of my life and it felt like it was not going to end at this... I was going to lose something more.

My silent cries turned into hysteric sobs. I could no longer walk. My legs gave up and I fell on my knees. I didn't care how hard I hit my knees to the ground. I didn't care about my nightgown that rubbed off roughly on the ground. I buried my face in my hands and rocked to and fro, as I attempted to lighten the burden of my grief.

"Please, go away," I cried, clutching the material of my gown at my chest tightly. "Go away." I screamed pointlessly when I knew nothing could heal this pain. This pain was in my chest, not physical; it was an unbearable pain and damn, I didn't know how to handle it. I considered those girls weak who cried over a boy, because I believed they had low self-esteem. They didn't believe in themselves to deserve someone better. But now I realized how wrong I was. It was more than that and apparently, I wasn't immune to it.

I don't know how many minutes passed, I cried until I felt neither energy left nor tears. At last the sobs abated and I felt a wash of tiredness. I wiped the last traces of tears off my cheek. My eyes were burning. I had never cried this much, not even when Gran had refused to take me to amusement park when I was six.

A slow and painful realization of my aching knees reminded me I was on the ground, in the lonely street, in the mid of the night. Fear caused me to look around frantically.

It was the first time I noticed the weather, but when I did, I looked around in alarm. There was no moon and stars were gone. There was a mist flowing along the ground as if the storm was preparing to wash the city.

Oh great! This was what missing now.

I needed to reach home before the rain. But there was something about the total coldness which did not feel normal to me. True, you never trust rain in England, but such a drastic change in climate? It wasn't long before I had passed this street, ghostly illuminated by street lights. Moon had been peering at me and now suddenly clouds seethed in the horizon, half-hiding moon in its black cloak. And what happened to the street lights? It couldn't be just a coincidence. There is nothing like coincidence.

I slowly stood up. For a second, I wished I had listened to Ron; let him drop me halfway like he had offered. During the entire time I was with him I didn't feel any fear, but now I was back to where I was earlier-scared and somewhat lost. Although the place belonged to my hometown, it looked like I was here for the first time; as if I never ever visited this place and I certainly did not imagine it to be so much creepy.