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Lost love, loved life Chapter 6
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 Created on 4-25-07
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Ashley Johnson was glad to get out of CNN’s building and back home the night before. She smiled as she realized her mom woke her up that morning. She loved her mom so much; she’d never trade her, even for another million dollars. She jumped up and began to go through her closet. Her fashion advisor had set out her wardrobe for her. Great, she thought. Another concert tonight! She was truly excited. Ashley warmed up her voice, doing canons with herself, insuring that her voice would be just as good tonight as it had been every other time. She laughed as she thought about when she was still in a normal school. Her best friend Carly and she had sang in the bathroom while Ashley prepared for the national anthem. Carly had done two duets with Ashley on her album and Ashley had done the same with Carly’s first album, too. They were still great friends, but they had so little time to hang out and relax.
Ashley smiled, warming up that night for the concert. Three little birds sat on my window and they told me I don’t need to worry. Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet, little girls double Dutch on the concrete. She sang. Ashley was so happy that Carly could perform with her tonight. Carly would be at Ashley’s house in an hour, they’d do hair and make-up, go to wardrobe and then join up backstage before the concert. Ashley spent her last 20 minutes before Carly came cleaning the mansion, which she didn’t need to do, since Helga, the maid would do it, but Ashley liked to do things on her own.
The doorbell rang. Ashley ran to get it, just like old times, but the butler, Jerry got it first. Carly rounded the corner and Ashley was shocked. Carly had a split lip, a black eye and a bloody nose. Part of her shirt was ripped at the sleeve. Her jeans were barely covering her butt and she was in tears. Ashley pulled Carly into a tight hug. She had no clue who had done this, but she would find out. The butler closed the door quickly so that nobody else could see or get in.
“Carly,” Ashley said worried. “Who the FUCK did this to you?!”
“Ashley,” Carly sobbed. “I thought he loved me, this never would’ve happened if I hadn’t broken that jar.”
“Carly, what are you talking about?” Ashley asked, shaking Carly. “We’ve gotta get you to a hospital!”
“Ash,” Carly said, looking a bit loopy. “I don’t need a hospital, I’ve got you and Jerry.” She smiled, oblivious to the fact that she looked like she’d went through a meat grinder.
“You look like shit!” Ashley said, not meaning to be rude. “I’m taking you to a hospital.” She looked at Jerry. “Get me 7 body guards and a limo.” Jerry followed her orders quickly, dispatching the request over the radio.
“Jake did it,” Carly said, stumbling over herself. “I broke a jar and he asked me if I knee kne knew!” Carly started sobbing into Ashley’s shoulder, getting tears and make up all over her new cardigan.
“Its okay, Carly Barly,” Ashley said, referring to her old nickname. “We’re going to get this taken care of, come on, let’s go.”
Ashley put Carly into the limo first, and then climbed in after her. Carly leaned against Ashley. Ashley thought she was just resting, but when she realized Carly was unconscious, she didn’t know what would happen…
Ashley smiled, warming up that night for the concert. Three little birds sat on my window and they told me I don’t need to worry. Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet, little girls double Dutch on the concrete. She sang. Ashley was so happy that Carly could perform with her tonight. Carly would be at Ashley’s house in an hour, they’d do hair and make-up, go to wardrobe and then join up backstage before the concert. Ashley spent her last 20 minutes before Carly came cleaning the mansion, which she didn’t need to do, since Helga, the maid would do it, but Ashley liked to do things on her own.
The doorbell rang. Ashley ran to get it, just like old times, but the butler, Jerry got it first. Carly rounded the corner and Ashley was shocked. Carly had a split lip, a black eye and a bloody nose. Part of her shirt was ripped at the sleeve. Her jeans were barely covering her butt and she was in tears. Ashley pulled Carly into a tight hug. She had no clue who had done this, but she would find out. The butler closed the door quickly so that nobody else could see or get in.
“Carly,” Ashley said worried. “Who the FUCK did this to you?!”
“Ashley,” Carly sobbed. “I thought he loved me, this never would’ve happened if I hadn’t broken that jar.”
“Carly, what are you talking about?” Ashley asked, shaking Carly. “We’ve gotta get you to a hospital!”
“Ash,” Carly said, looking a bit loopy. “I don’t need a hospital, I’ve got you and Jerry.” She smiled, oblivious to the fact that she looked like she’d went through a meat grinder.
“You look like shit!” Ashley said, not meaning to be rude. “I’m taking you to a hospital.” She looked at Jerry. “Get me 7 body guards and a limo.” Jerry followed her orders quickly, dispatching the request over the radio.
“Jake did it,” Carly said, stumbling over herself. “I broke a jar and he asked me if I knee kne knew!” Carly started sobbing into Ashley’s shoulder, getting tears and make up all over her new cardigan.
“Its okay, Carly Barly,” Ashley said, referring to her old nickname. “We’re going to get this taken care of, come on, let’s go.”
Ashley put Carly into the limo first, and then climbed in after her. Carly leaned against Ashley. Ashley thought she was just resting, but when she realized Carly was unconscious, she didn’t know what would happen…
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Please Login to post comments| On May 10th 2007 dbend2001 Said : | |
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Please write the rest of the story, I can't wait. It's just like waiting for my favorite movie episode or blah .. #_# Hurry and put the next chapter on. |
| On May 9th 2007 dbend2001 Said : | |
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I haven't read previous chapter, I probably should .. |
