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Well I tried writing more for My Paradise but I'm a little stuck right now so I'm going to continue writing this story but don't worry I'll update the other one soon.

Peace and love to you all!

I'm pretty scared, no that's saying it too lightly I'm terrified. In the past 24 hours my home has been invaded, I've been shot, stored away in a hiding spot in a stove, yelled at, and then my personal favorite, threatened at gunpoint.

My captor has been outside for over three hours now. She's just standing there, staring out into the darkness.

I know a few things for sure. One, she's extremely dangerous and unpredictable. Two, she is closely linked to two members of the Guard. Three, she's painfully beautiful.

It has to be close to midnight but there isn't a clock in this place.

It doesn't surprise me, she doesn't seem like the type that'd be concerned with the time. I've been sitting on the couch watching her from my spot on the couch. I know I should be afraid of her but I'm intrigued more than afraid. That's crazy isn't it? I should be screaming my head off for help but I'm sitting here staring at her dark form.

She gives one last sweeping look into the darkness then starts to climb back into the loft. I sit up straighter and my heart starts to beat faster.

"Go to sleep."

Her tired voice matches the exhausted expression on her face. She doesn't even glance at me as she trudges into her bedroom. I know I shouldn't but I feel a little hurt by the lack of attention she has paid towards me.

Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding I settle down on the couch, knowing that no matter what I probably won't be able to fall asleep.

Two hours later and I'm still staring at the ceiling trying to figure out how my life got to this point. I'm 21 years old, never broken any laws, I even have relatives that are involved in the government. So why did the Guard come for me? And who is this woman watching over me?

"Trouble sleeping?"

A raspy voice comes from a shadow in the kitchen. Whoa how did she get in there without me hearing her? I blink several times trying to see her in the darkness, see the shine in her hazel eyes.

"Uh yeah, you?"

My voice shakes, damn why does she make me nervous? She takes slow steps towards me, almost as if she thinks moving too fast will startle me. Ashley sits stiffly in the recliner across from the couch and looks at me with almost dislike on her face.

Her staring is starting to make me uncomfortable. I mean she's just staring, unabashedly drinking in my features and it feels like she's looking straight through me.

"How old are you?"

She whispers into the dark and a frown appears on her face at her own question. I swallow down the strange lump in my throat and manage to croak out an answer.

"T-twenty one."

I haven't forgotten her fondness of weapons as I sit unmoving on the couch. Her expression immediately softens at my answer and when I say soften I mean the frown is gone. This doesn't mean she's smiling at me. She's not offering me that pretty smile where her nose kind of crinkles and her eyes dance.

"You're so young."

Her voice sounds so horrified, broken and I don't understand why she's concerned with my age. I watch entranced as she rubs her face with her hands and I can't help but feel the need to hold the beautiful creature in front of me in my arms.

"Ashley are you, ok?"

Her eyes pierce mine through the darkness and indifference returns to her face. I can't stare away from her almost golden orbs and I don't know why. There's something behind her eyes that I can't read.

"Would you like something to help you sleep?"

And she's back to being the weirdly polite hostess. I give her my best 'you're crazy' look before deciding to answer her.

"Um no I'll be fine. Are you going to bed?"

She's frowning again, great.

"No, I was going to perhaps read for a while."

I bite my lip nervously knowing I have to be careful with my next words.

"I know you can't or won't answer questions about why I'm here but do you think you could answer some questions about yourself? Don't you think I deserve that much?"

I know she keeps telling me that I'm safe but I don't feel like it and maybe if I knew something about her I actually would feel safe.

I watch her wage an internal battle with herself until she finally sighs giving me a slight nod. I can't help but smile at this small step of acceptance or maybe she's just humoring me but I don't care.

"How old are you?"

She's silent for a moment and then stretches out more comfortably before answering my question.

"I'm turning 24 in a few weeks."

Her answer shocks me, I thought she'd be much older. The stress of her rebellious life has left lines around her eyes and I hardness in her feature that I haven't seen on anyone her age before.

"Favorite color?"

"Blue."

"Favorite dessert."

I continue questioning her with these simple questions until I can no longer hold my eyes open.

"Favorite movie?"

As my eyes start to droop she approaches me. Her hands push my shoulders down until I'm laying flat and she gives me half a smile.

"Sleep Spencer. You can ask me more later."

I smile at the softness of her voice and the caring tone. I feel her pull a blanket over me as I drift into the darkness of sleep.

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I wake in darkness, just like how I fell asleep. As my eyes adjust I notice the flickering of a candle on the table near me and I jump when I hear her voice.

"Are you hungry?"

I can just make out her form in the dim lighting. Catching my breath I notice her hair is damp and her trench coat is still clinging to her body.

"Yes I am actually."

She nods and offers her hand to pull me off the couch. My eyes go wide at the gesture and I hesitate.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

Irritation is laced in her voice and I grab her hand quickly surprised at how easily she pulls me to my feet. She's strong for being such a small person. A gasp escapes me at the breakfast buffet set up on the kitchen counter. There's fresh fruit, pancakes, bacon, eggs, everything you could think of. I haven't had fresh fruit since before the revolution and oh God is that real butter?

She watches closely as I shovel food into my mouth, occasionally letting a small moan escape my throat. As I shallow down a particularly large bite I chance a glance at Ashley. She's wearing an expression with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. I grin at her through a mouthful of pancakes and she lets out a small laugh.

The sound of her laugh causes me to grin wider but at the sound of a small buzz her face drops.

"Spencer would you be so kind as to go to my room? There are some people coming over and it's best if you were not in the room with us."

I nod quickly, knowing better then to argue, and walk into her spacious room. She slides her door shut behind me and I stare in awe at the giant bed before me. The room is bare besides the bed, a small wardrobe, and a small table next to the bed. On the table is a single picture of two older people, I'm guessing they are her parents.

I crawl onto her bed and under the covers, jumping when I finally hear a knock on her door. Please let her keep her words and protect me.

Ok not so sure I liked this but again not about me. Lemme know what you think. I'll be updating My Paradise in the next few days. Thanks for all the reads and reviews!