𝐢𝐢. ' aspen hates veronica. '

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TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter includes a brief mention of sexual assault, along with a brief
mention of underage sex (aspen is seventeen). it doesn't go into explicit detail, but it could potentially be triggering. read at your own risk.







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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

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      EARLY ON a Tuesday morning, sleep slowly drifts from Aspen's mind, pulling her back to consciousness. Glancing at the digital clock on the end-table, she groans --she still had an hour of sleep left before her alarm went off. Fluttering shut for a short moment, her eyelids snap open, eyebrows pinching together.

She was hot. Sweat trickled down her back and over the arch of her brow, and her inky-black hair was a thick, damp tangle. Shoving the collection of blankets off of her tall, sweaty form, she runs a hand over the planes her face.

Her hand pauses it's movement, and she straightens at the sound of the heat humming through the vents.

Cursing, she hauls herself out of bed and down the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. The thermostat was several degrees above their normal sixty-degrees fahrenheit. Cassain or Brooks must've cranked it up sometime during the night, not knowing how to work it and accidentally setting it way too high.

Aspen's had to scold them about this before -- they had to cut back on things like heat, had to save money or she'd be unable to pay the bills this month. They'd said they understood, but perhaps the cold had driven out their rationality.

She hated scolding them -- especially for shit like this. They shouldn't have to risk getting in trouble just for a little bit of warmth, should already be warm in the first place. Or, at the very least, comfortable.

She's just about to get an early start on breakfast, maybe pack their school bags for them as an apology, when she freezes, halfway through the living room.

"Dad?" Aspen questions, eyes gone wide. The man is sprawled out on her couch, limbs dangling over the edges, expression one of pure relaxation as drool drips down his cheek.

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