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"Not exactly."
"Bullshit."
"Heather, listen," Phillip said. He put his hand on my hip and I brushed it irritably away. "This doesn't have to confusing. I just don't know how to make it right."
He was spouting the same nonsense Amanda had. This pissed me off more than anything else had. I rolled over again, away from him, and slid under the blankets to cover my nakedness.
"I'm going to sleep," I said.
Phillip sat on the edge of the bed for a while longer. We listened to one another breathe. Eventually, he stood up and left. Alone, I buried my face in the pillow and sobbed myself into deathly sleep.
- COMMENTS
S-Desover 16 years agoI really enjoyed the beginning of this chapter, but it got a little confusing with the whole "ghost upstairs" thing. I liked the twist of her beginning to resent her husband's treatment of the situation, but it was so sudden and unexplained that it took away from the overall impact. There is some very good ideas and writing here, it was just a little off for me.
Anonymousover 18 years agoThough someone said slow down, I urge you to post chapter3.
I like the mystery and need to know what's in the attic.
You have my interest and while I wait I'll read some more of your stories.
My best regards
Anonymousover 18 years agoDear sweet Phillip needs to grow a pair. Plain and simple. Stop letting her disrespect him, and if she won't, theres the door bitch!
Tim C.
Anonymousover 18 years agoInteresting stuff here.
Could you please wait a while longer before posting chapter three. Rushing chapter two out like you did doesn't give a person time to absorb the story.
