- CHAPTER 1 -
Ashleys knocks on the pale white door, drawing the one and only fantasized Dave Strider, who was aproaching her slowly only to gain her consciousness as she was grabbed by the wrists and held captive on the wall that Dave had swung them into, so hard their frames pressed together furiously. The tension gaining as he leaned in, his shades glistening from the rainfall he walked through just to get here to get his reward : A kiss from the mysterious and quiet Ashley. As his lips touched hers, he trickled his hand down her waist and behind to grope her ass; only to be pricked by the knife that was hiding in her back pocket of her blue, rugged shorts. He retreated back a few steps as his finger began to spit out a drop of blood. Thoughts tumbled downhill in both of their minds, Dave didn't know how to react or ask about what happened; was she just carrying it for safety? Did she want to commit suicide? Is she really that desperate for escape? Maybe not, maybe she wanted to kill Dave. That thought had got to him whwhen he heard the floorboards creak behind him, knowing John was the only one in the house with him; he looked behind and let out a relieved sigh as the males black hair was dripping wet and he was wrenching it out; he yawned out ' Hey Ashley, whats up there; girly? ' Ashley, to terrified to answer; Dave who was watching her, even with those sunglasses covering his eyes she could tell he was glaring at her. The way : I'll kill you if you tell what I did. All she could do is trot up to John, flip his head up and hug him as her tears exploded on his shoulder. John was curious and was staring at Dave who was pondering what John was wondering in his head.