Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 15 - Three Parts to all Stories, And I've Got Another (Faith POV)

A/N: NOT THOROUGHLY EDITED.

Chapter 15 – Three Parts to all Stories, And I've Got Another (Faith POV)

I listened to the car that Kalenah had as it drove away, as I turned towards the back of the house, peeping inside, my eyes widened when I see the woman with cold eyes inside the house.

She's smiling holding another little child like she held Andy in my dream. Her features placed in the right places, her eyes the same, her pale cream-colored skin, looks healthier, different from the dream.

I stumbled backwards, shaken. Instead of going inside, I turn towards the forest, needing a moment to think.

It couldn't be a coincidence that I had spoken to Sonya about the dream and now, here was the woman that I thought couldn't possibly be real. She was, and she was inside, in the kitchen, speaking, smiling, her pink lips moving and making Ansel laugh.

Stumbling back, unsure I head in the forest wanting some time, space, and to figure out what to do. I had money, and lots of it according to Walsh and Patricia, I – I could leave. I might not know where to go, though, I thought as I walked as far and as fast as I could into the forest. Careful so I wouldn't get injured I took small steps, making sure I didn't do something stupid like twist my ankle or hurt myself so that I would be at the mercy of the Conrads longer than needed.

It didn't make sense to me, though, the Conrads or at least Ansel knew the cold eyes lady, and was on what looked like friendly terms with her. The cold air nipping at my skin, kept me focused until I met a river, a small waterfall like with wildflowers to the very edge of the plateau, and to the left, a cave-like covering. Sitting beneath the cover, my legs pulled up towards my chest, my chin on my knees I breathed a sigh of relief. Putting my bag near me, I took my bottle of water out, holding onto it but not drinking.

Tapping a finger on the cap, I sighed loudly, and I had to wonder, what happened to Andy? She had taken him when she left the gray room; I was the one she left behind. Walsh had said that Dmitri thought I would do well at the school I was at, but now – now I didn't know, what to think as my vision remained blurred and I wept in confusion.

Shaking and not from the cold, more from anger, it was as though this was the final blow in the short months and I could handle no more.

Dmitri had lied.

Everything was a lie.

He didn't have me since I was a baby.

My parents didn't give me to him.

And yet there was still so much that didn't make sense. In the dream, I was afraid of a man, but he didn't sound like Dmitri. So how did I get with Dmitri? Why couldn't I remember anything? I brushed my long sleeve against my stuffy nose, then hiding my face against my thighs. The crying echoed in the small cave.

The more I cried, the more the hole inside my chest grew, the more it ached and the more panic I felt and as though the sky was connected to me, to my heart, and was channeling my pain, the sky darkened swiftly. From my spot in the open forest, black thick clouds rolled overhead, and rain seemed to pelt down from the sky, with tiny white balls attached.