Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 21 - The Bottom Line (Faith POV)Pt. 1

Hey... so please stop asking why I'm reuploading chapters. I'm not just reuploading, I'm changing/adding new elements to this story. I'm not going to rush through it, and I do not know when I'm going to be uploading where you left off before I put this story on hiatus. I thought you guys have been enjoying the new pieces, but a few of you are just bombarding my private messages with the same inquiries of when I'll get to where you have left off. 

Did you like hearing from Brennan?

Sorry this is late, I had planned on updating Shattered (once) and Loving Ashlynn (two chapters) but I was with my mom at her doctor's appointment for an MRI, so I just got home a few hours ago. I may still update later but not definite. 

A/N: NOT THOROUGHLY EDITED.

Chapter 21 - The Bottom Line (Faith POV) Pt.1

October 27th, 2015

"I see that you stopped seeing one therapist, but are now seeing me..." Nova Sultana my new therapist said the minute I sat down. I nodded, not sure where this was going at the moment, but curious, very curious. "I hope that I can help you achieve what you're seeking," she said stunning me for a moment. "I know you're probably nervous, waiting for me to ask the big scary questions but how about I tell you a bit about myself?" still turning her previous comment over in my head, I nodded listening, but still occupied.

"Okay, so I'm Nova, I was taken by a family member - someone I trusted," my eyes widened, and her previous comment vanished from my mind, but her light hazel eyes shone sincerity. "It was my dad, he picked me up from school and said that my mom had passed away - I was only three at the time - and that we needed to leave because the people that had taken her away from us, they were after him as well." The room around me seemed to be spinning, but I still held on to every word that Nova was sharing with me right now.

She exhales deeply, closing her eyes before hazel eyes are focused on mine again. "We hid a lot. Slept in different cars for about a year, and he had built a fear so deep inside me that when I heard an emergency vehicle of any kind, pass by I hid of my volition. When people like the ones he described to me, that took my mother from me were around, I hid afraid that they were the people that had taken my mother from me."

The word 'mother' sends me back and pulls me forward. Cynthia - Ansel's sister in law - was my biological mother.

"After some time, we traveled, drove for days, then we boarded a ship, a large boat, and my dad said that we would be free, that after nearly two years of running, we were free." Nova smiles sadly at me, "When I turned fourteen and had to do a project, I could remember certain things about my mother, but wanted more details. A friend of mine, one that I had since we had moved to our new home in Peru, she helped me and when we began searching, things weren't coming out right."

Completely engrossed by her story, my nerves settling just a fraction, "At fourteen I wasn't ready to see the truth... but then at sixteen, it came up again and this time, memories didn't fit right for me. I didn't understand," she waved her hand.

"I had been to a funeral, and I wondered why my father and I never had one for my mothers, I began wondering what was on her headstone? What did all the other little family think? Did they miss me?" I couldn't relate to that part; Dmitri had always told me that my parents died.