Ashley's section…woo hoo I love it Ash! You're such a good writer, I envy you! Gah!
"Shh, it's me. I got your number from Richard" a Familiar voice reverberated through her wanting ears.
"Aaron?!" But even then as she held the phone to her disbelieving ear she could hear the heavy footsteps of her father as they walked back and forth across the floor of the downstairs. Immediately she dropped her voice to a whisper, "What are you doing!"
"I wanted to see if you were alright."
Alyson, trying to pay attention to both the footsteps and the phone could feel her pulse elevating to a rate it had never before known. If she were caught… "Yes, I'm fine! But I have to go!"
"What? Don't you care if I am okay?"
"Aaron! Do you even know the risk you are taking? If my father found out…"
"So you do care about me then?" she could almost hear his smile; that enchanting smile that made her melt. But she could also hear the footfalls as they ascended the rickety stairs.
"Aaron!"
"Answer the question."
With furtive glances towards the door she decided it best not to belabor. "Yes, okay I do!"
"Great want to go out with me again?"
"Aaron!" After that afternoon, what reason did he have to think she would want to even see him again? The fact that she did was entirely beside the point.
"Yes or no?"
The footsteps were advancing down the hall toward her room. Oh God!
"Alyson…"
Against her better judgment she found herself saying, "Y-yes."
"Great see you tomorrow then!" There was a click as Aaron hung up the phone. Alyson hastily placed the phone back on the receiver as her door creaked open. She whirled around to find herself face to face with her father.
"Who was that?"
Alyson stared at the phone as if it held the answer. "Me-Melissa."
Her father stared into her eyes piercingly trying to discern if this was truth or deception while all the while Alyson prayed that her own eyes did not betray her.
"What did Melissa want?" his hard eyes bore down upon Alyson callously.
"She wanted to know the math homework." It was odd, as Alyson was not the type to lie, that the lies began to roll from her tongue as if they had in fact been truth. "She forgot that we had a quiz tomorrow. I daresay she would have been happier with book work."
Her father's eyes narrowed in irritation. He had the feeling he was being lied to but could not prove it; he pursued a new topic. "What did that boy give you in class this morning?"
"A note. Not too sure what it said though; I threw it out. I don't have time for meddling with boys. My studies come first you know."
Not satisfied with her answer her father grabbed her shoulder powerfully and pinned her firmly against her dresser. "Don't! toy with me young lady! I know very well who that was as do you and do not tell me that you don't!"
"But Father I-" but her words were cut short by the backside of her fathers hand.
In a deep growl almost directly into her ear, her father said, "If I ever catch you any where near that boy again, I promise you, you will be off to a Boarding school in France and it will be the last any one sees of him Ever!"
He left his daughter collapsed in a heap on the floor, the malice of his words stinging almost as much as her cheek. Was this her curse? To be denied the only thing she had ever really wanted. It was bad enough that she had so easily become smitten by the enemy, but to have his fate resting in her hands.
Her father had sworn murder, and he was a man of his word. What had this boy done to any of them? Nothing! Was she really to be punished for something people had done ages before she was even a thought? Blood for blood, an eye for an eye, would this not stop until the whole world was dead? Would not something smite this madness?
No, she was trapped; trapped by the very confines of the prison that was her existence. How could she go forth from here? Was there really any where to go?
Yeah yeah I know…the best chapter so far huh? Es muy bien Ashley! J Hehe Well, we need some reviews! Por Favor, I'll change the thinga-ma-bob that I placed this under…gah ok, yearbook! Bye