Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 34 - Talk Down (Kalenah POV)

Chapter 34 - Talk Down (Kalenah POV)

Sometimes – hell- No not sometimes. Most often the right next move is not always the easiest move. But I should also be known and accepted that no one is perfect.

'Show me a soul with no dents and perfect and you'll find a person with a life not lived.' That was my belief. In turn I did not want the most well behaved rule following mindless child.

Although at the opposite end of the spectrum, my belief was troublesome and complicated.

I couldn't raise children that believed that rules do not apply to them, or worse, that they could hand pick which rules or laws to follow. With so much to do in the world, I've never understood how many get caught doing illegal acts.

Questioning whether there was a moment when they looked at what they were doing, and thought 'this is wrong.'

Not just immoral, or thinking that it was. But was there a conscious thought where they said 'I know I shouldn't be doing this highly dishonest thing?'

They must have.

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"I found her snooping around Faith's computer-"

"What!?"

Angela, Ansel's little sister nods, eyes wide, "and she said that she was turning in an assignment for Faith-" I snorted dismissively.

"No... never," I shake my head just debunking whatever Taylor told Angela. I couldn't fathom what was happening with Taylor, Samson and Faith.

It made no sense.

I understood that Taylor and Samson are – were friends. However what I do not and cannot wrap my mind around is this aggressive obsessive nature that has manifested.

Then again, I could also see where or how this erratic behavior from Taylor was coming from. Taylor thought that Samson and her getting together was just a foregone conclusion. In Taylor's mind, Samson and her getting together was as confirmed as the sky is blue and the grass is green.

Samson turning her down could be more disappointing than it should be because in her mind, they were meant to be together.

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It was late, nearly 10 at night and no one had left the house, even the Romas' had remained in our house, which made it tight fitting but we had the bottom basement barracks for exactly this type of situation. We were a hunted bunch, with the bridge blowing up, the fire that nearly killed Talia... staying in this home - together - was the best plan we had at the moment.

"It doesn't make any sense," I shook my head as my mother and father as well as the Rosario's and Ansel's parents sat at the table in the kitchen. "If - I mean I'm glad you're okay Shannon, happy you weren't injured beyond repair but this was just - they could've waited until two cars were on that bridge... that would've had maximum-"

Bess - my mother - shakes her head, "That fire wasn't an accident and this - this wasn't either," my father interjects, the water boiling I set out to make us all a warm drink my mind playing over the day. Thankfully the twins birthday wasn't ruined, no one had gotten seriously injured I thought my hands moving knowing without me really having to pay attention to what was being said until - "It's not quite hard to see that the common denominator in this situation is Faith," Shannon said pitifully.