Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 24 - Baby Steps & Cold Truths (Faith POV)

I do want to answer a few questions that I've seen, this can be read as a standalone, if you're reading the comments and seeing other people saying things and you're like "WTF?" that's okay. You don't have to read the other stories I've written to understand THIS ONE, but those people reading the other ones, are reading this one because it fits into those other stories...

understand?

Someone said that there are too many people for you to follow... wow. just... I'm not sure how to make that better for you really... I mean there are only literally two families.

The Conrad's and the Rosario's. That's it. Then there is Faith.

There's Walsh, Patricia and Dmitri and Nova the therapist and that leaves the arsonist.

So yeah... I'm not sure what confuses you... I mean there's a character key of the children... but I'm sorry that you're confused...

anyways... three minutes left so I'm just going to post this so you guys can read lol before it doesn't let me.

Chapter 24 - Baby Steps & Cold Truths (Faith POV)

Waking up, I was groggy and unsettled, my gaze slowly ran over the side table, my desk, the door and the couch from left to right.

I could remember clearly what had happened, the words Devin said "fire starter," it just didn't make any sense for me to be the one to start the fire - not with all the items I lost. But then I remembered the anger, slightly bothering rage in Kalenah's eyes. I slowly start to take account of my body, searching for injuries that I might have endured when I just went into complete apathy although... that was only a mask.

Inside I was completely aware - almost like a fly on the wall as Kalenah informed me that Samson would be carrying me. Aware that she didn't seem to be yelling or showing me great interest or any type of malicious intent in my incapacitated state - still after I faded she could have done something. Very much lethargic I could remember Samson laying me down on the bed, before he turned my music on, playing it low and soft in the background. The music had both lulled me out of my apathy but into a peaceful, like the dead sleep.

Still in the same clothes, I stretched out slowly, when nothing other than my arm stung. Sitting up I glanced around the room, looking for anything out of place and found nothing. Getting a drink I swallowed my pain meds, wrapping up my arm, I turned the shower on, leaving the water only slightly warm as my head began to swim. I had normally loved my showers, baths and all but lately, with all the migraines, headaches and injuries I was resigned to standing still while the water prickled at different areas of my body.

The early morning sun was just creeping into the room and wanting to follow Nova's advice I walked to the large oval like the bathtub. Filling it with warmer slightly warmer until it was at the top, the lovely lavender bath beads I had purchased like Dmitri had once given me for my fifteenth birthday, melting at the bottom.

After a nice shower, I sank down into the still warm water, the warmth easing away all my stress. I had stopped taking baths like this. The type where I closed my eyes, rested by head back and just relaxed, but after locking the bedroom door, then the bathroom door and placing my chair to block the entrance as well, I could enjoy this once again. Careful not to put my sore arm under the warm water, the heat only enflamed the already scorching type feeling I had where I was burned.