Guilty In Love ✔

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

  Quote of the day : To cure a broken heart they say you need time. Time heals.

   Curled up on the couch, Ashley sat there with a gloomy expression, that particular expression that refused to leave her for three days now. Its been three days since Greg found out about who she was, three days since she had been patiently waiting for judgment; the judgment that seemed to be tarrying. For her its been three days of pure torture, she hadn't been able to get a good sleep because of the nightmares that came back in full force, now Cassandra's image didn't leave her memory. Images of Cassandra, Greg, and her father kept appearing to her, and she always woke up with those three words, you disgust me.

    Chloe had been very supportive, never leaving her side at night, but even with that, once she closes her eyes the nightmares comes back. So she's been doing a lot of vigil lately, the act of sleeping seemed too scary to her. And for the past three days as she had expected, Greg hadn't made a move concerning getting her behind bars or something, she had always been filled with fear whenever she heard the doorbell ringing. She dreaded opening her doors, she felt if she opens it, it would be the police standing there. But there's been nothing like that, and it makes her wonder what Greg was actually going to do.

    Nothing has interested her for these three days, her face had shrunken so much, there were dark circles underneath her eyes, and she had gotten relatively slimmer. Her auburn hair had gone back into curls since she hadn't been very attentive to it, the curls were wilder now. Chloe was always scared of leaving her home alone when going to work, but she has to go.

    The sound of the doorbell cut through the silence in the  house, shaking her up, a shiver ran through her at the thought of who could possibly be there. She stood up gently and made her way towards the door quite too slowly, the doorbell rang again, this would show that the person there was definitely impatient. Could it be what she was thinking?
  
  She opened the door and was deeply surprised at who she saw standing on her front porch, it wasn't the police, it was Nora. Guilt washed through her as she realized how broken Nora could be from finding out what she had done, she looked a little bit troubled too, like she hadn't been getting much sleep. Her blue eyes were particularly dull. Not knowing how to react she stood there looking at the girl standing before her.

     "Hi," Nora said, in a quiet tone. She was expecting something colder than this, but it doesn't seem like she had any hatred for her. "Can I come in?"

    "Sure, yes...come in," she stuttered out, opening the door wider to let her in. Nora walked into the house and sat herself down on one of the old couches, she also took her seat, further from her. She really was clueless on how to act around Nora.

     "How is your wrist healing?" She asked looking pointedly at her broken wrist that was still in the cast.

     "Fine...its fine," she said. And she was beginning to get sweaty just looking at the girl.

     "I heard abou..."

      "I'm sorry." She cut her off before she could say anymore, tears burned her eyes as she bent her head, not wanting to meet Nora's eyes.

   There was silence in the room for some minutes before she heard Nora standing up, she dared not raising her head for she knew not what Nora was about to do. She found herself raising her head slowly when she felt soft hands on hers, she looked up to meet Nora's blue eyes staring deep into her soul. The girl sat beside her and started beating a rhythmic pattern on her cast with her fingers, and she sat there looking at her with mouth agape.

       "I know what you did Ashley," she said breaking the silence. Her heart clenched as she heard her voice say those words, "but I also know there is definitely a reason for it, I've thought about it, and I ended up realizing that the Ashley I know wouldn't do that. I don't know how it really happened but I know you are sorry for it, and I don't hate you, I want to badly hate you, but I can't. I want to blame you for taking my mum away from me, but I know she would have died eventually, because she had cancer. You see there are a lot of reasons to hate you, and a single reason not to. Because you showed me how love is, I can't bring myself to see you that way, you are someone I'm really grateful for."