The Anatomy of a Complicated Love

The Anatomy of a Complicated Goodbye

"I just don't understand it anymore Ash," I whispered to him as I delicately ran my fingers over the little notches on his back. "I used to have it all, I had a good friend. Hell, a best friend, and I had a boy who cared for me. Why did everything turn to shit?" I traced the tattoos on his bare back lazily.

"You put shit in, you get shit out." Ash groaned, still tired after the nap he had taken earlier.

"Thank you for the great advise, Yoda." I got up from the bed and stretched, feeling the light rays hit my body. "You should become a motivational speaker." I threw on one of Ash's t-shirt and looked back at him sprawled on his bed. "Is anyone home? I want something to eat." My mouth watered on the thought of all the food that must be in his refrigerator.

"My dad is at work. Technically, no one is suppose to be in here. I mean, we are suppose to be at school." Ash flipped over onto his back and gave me a smug smile.

"Oh fuck off." I laughed as I walked through the door.

"And here I was thinking I was sleeping with an innocent girl!" He shouted as I ran down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Oh bite-" I stopped in mid sentence and looked at the woman sitting in the kitchen. Her blond hair was pulled into a long ponytail, she had on a suit coat and a black skirt to match. She was so tall, at least 7 inches taller that I am. I had never seen her in my life, and my first instinct was to run and find Ash, but the suitcase by her feet and the way she stood there reading the paper was peculiar, like she had belonged here.

I cleared my throat and looked at the woman, she must have heard that. But she kept looking at the paper, flipping the pages when her eyes had gone to the last of the words. "You really shouldn't bother a woman while she is reading. Its considered rude in many cultures." The woman said while leafing through the papers, her eyes never let go of the pages. "Now, I have only come here for a minute, only a second. I need to talk to my son. And by the way that you are dressed, I am quite certain you now where he would be residing."

The woman took her eyes off the page gave me a glance and a empty smile. "Would you be a doll and get him for me? Thank you." She went back to her paper and crossed her legs, showing off her toned legs.

I nodded to myself in confusion and walked back to Ash's room. The encounter I had still a little fuzzy in my head. I opened the door and was faced with Ash who was concentrating at the ceiling, almost like he was trying to find pictures in the paint. "Hey Ash." I whispered as I walked in, trying to quietly shut the door behind me, afraid she would hear.

"Hey, where are the poptarts? I stocked up the fridge with them just for you." He chuckled as he looked over at me, taking in my shaken appearance. "What the hell happened down there? Did one of the cooks see your knickers? Don't worry he won't bother you." He chuckled again and flipped to his side so he was facing me.

"How long has your mom been gone?"

Ash's body became still, his eyes never wavering from my own. Very slowly, Ash got up from the bed and walked over to me. "Is she in the house?" He whispered, also afraid that she could hear. He put his hands on my arms and closed his eyes. "Where is she in the house?"

"I'm outside your room darling. Mama can hear everything you know." Ash's mom opened up the door and looked around the room. Her nose crinkling up with disgust as she looked around the room, seeing all the band shirts and old food thrown around. "I swear Ashley Stymest, you have always had your room messy as can be! I mean, your father does have maids doesn't he?"

Ash let go of me as his mother walked closer, kicking clothes out of her path with her expensive heels. She awkwardly put her arms around Ash, but he kept his at his sides. She was taller than him too, god, her legs seemed to go on forever. I would kill to have legs like that. "It's alright though Ashley. There are maids at my house. I need 10 of them just to function daily." She gave a short laugh that was sophisticated, all of her just screamed sophisticated. To her perfectly polished ponytail, to her freshly painted, red toenails.