60 days to find love

All my life I have lived in fear of my mother and the practically unbreakable curse. I must find true love and in 60 days or I would be punished to an eternity of pain and misery. How will I do this when I find the one? Who knows? But I do not plan on going down without a fight. A fight for my freedom, my life

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8. Chapter 7

I lay there on my bed thinking about what a wonderful name Ash was. It suited him. I was kind of glad he wasn't called something like Bob. I mean not a bad name but slightly overused. Drifting back to him, I loved the casual, effortless yet stylish way he dressed. For example today he was wearing jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt that somehow managed to look original.

The door was pushed open by a foot as the rest of Ash's body followed. Turns out while I was thinking and laying down pathetically, he was making me tea with cake that was in the fridge. He walked in with the best posture I had ever seen and when I was little, I was forced to walk long torturous hours with a stack of books on my head. Let me tell ya, it was nasty.

"Here you go." He murmured. Yet again my heart starting beating wildly and skipping around, which in my state, was very painful. I accidentally let out a pained hiss as I tried to move but managed to nudge my wrist, sending a spasm of pain all the way up my arm. As I looked up, I could see him staring at me with worried eyes and an unreadable expression. Then I remembered what I had to do. The expression I could now identify was curiosity. He said I would have to tell him everything. God this is going to be absolutely, ridiculously hard to explain that my witch mother put a curse on me that when I found 'The one' I would have 60 days to fall in love with him and vies versa. I sound crazy to myself so to him I must sound in need of a mental asylum.

"So.....um.....right. I'll start from the beginning." I stammered out, desperately trying to put my words successfully into a sentence that actually makes sense. "When I was born my father died in a car crash. A car purposely drove into the side of him and pushed him off the edge of the road. Because he was driving on a cliff, he started to roll down and after the third flip his neck broke." Even though I didn't know him, I still felt myself tearing up and as Ash saw this, he moved closer and embraced me from the side. Surprisingly I was instantly comforted and I felt safe for the first time in years.

"My.......Mother." I spat the word out, "Did not cope well and started to go out with her 'friends' and drink and smoke. I however was left at home, on my own. Bearing in mind I was around six when she really started to get bad, I had to fend for myself. It started of with her just being out for the evening which meant I had to get a friend to drive me home from school. Later she started to f-forget that she had a daughter and would stay out for the w-whole night while I sat, out of my m-m-mind, waiting for her to come b-b-back."

By now I was properly crying. Fat, salty tears streamed down my face and landed on my lap. Bringing up the old memories that I thought I would never have to think about again, left me feeling drained and remembering the helpless situation I was in made me depressed inside. Ash pulled me into his solid chest and stroked my back soothingly. Just then I realised, " I'm getting your t-shirt wet." He looked down at me with a gentle smile. "That's the least of my worries."

I realised how weak I was acting. I didn't even know this guy and I was crying my eyes out telling him my while life story. Well I already brought out the memories, I might as well retell them all. I sat up a bit more, wiped my eyes and opened my mouth, continuing to talk.

"She started coming home slightly earlier but there was one problem, the person she was coming home with. I guess he was a friend or maybe even closer than I thought. I remember both of them stumbling in and laughing raucously at something. But it always seemed that he was the one always holding her up. Maybe he handled drinking better or maybe, he just didn't drink. That night he stayed for dinner. Actually no he made dinner which was a surprise but I guess my mother was so drunk she wouldn't be able to tell a spoon from a saucepan." By now I had stopped crying and I was talking spitefully. I loathed her and I forever would. Pulling myself together again I started to talk.

"I may have been little, but I knew something was not right about him. When he gave me food and what looked like squash, i excused myself and went upstairs where I tipped away the food and poured the drink onto one of my plants. The next morning I woke up and I went to open the curtains when I saw my plant shrivelled and black. I touched my finger to it and it crumpled like dust. I still to this day wonder what would have happened if I drank it." I trembled at the thought and again Ash pulled me closer so that my head was resting on his shoulder. Taking a shuddering breath I continued.

"She stared to get worse and worse. She was collapsing and when I went to help her up, she scratched and bit me. Sometimes if she wasn't as bad she would hit or kick me. Her eyes slowly turned blank and a dark emptiness settled in them. She relied on him a lot and wouldn't survive without him. However one day...... He disappeared. Just left. My mother was left shattered and she wouldn't talk or eat. One day she also just left. By then I was thirteen and could more or less take care of myself."

"I actually have no clear idea on what she did after that but............you're not going to believe me but I think she went to a witch. I know I sound stupid and unbelievable but just listen and let me finish." I sneaked a glass at Ash out of the corner or my eye and saw he was already looking at me. I blushed slightly but then I quickly snapped out of it. Now is not the time.

"I started having nightmares where she would appear and taunt me. Sometimes she told me stories which stopped me sleeping at night. Once she said 'There is someone out there who you will have a connection to. If you do not fall in love with them 60 days after meeting or vies versa, you both shall suffer terribly.' These words kept on ringing in my mind on repeat over and over again."

I took a deep breath preparing myself for what I was going to say and any possible reaction I would get. " I think........you...a-a-are the one she was talking about." I tried to say it all quickly but so he would understand it and I wouldn't have to repeat myself.

All time slowed down when he looked at me and opened his mouth ready to say something...

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