anti-hero// joshler

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"d-did you just slap me?" he's standing now. his hand shaking.

"n-no. i mean yes i did- but i didn't- i- meant to- i didn't mean to, joshua."

he's storming toward the front door. 

"p-please don't go."

he slams it as he leaves.

i stare at the front door. i can't move. i didn't mean to slap him. i meant to slap... hunter. why did the fool have to fucking touch me and give me stupid trauma flashbacks.

i hate him for touching me.

my shirt is wet and soggy now.

i pull out my phone and dial the only number in it.

"hello?"

"h-hi ashley."

"yeah... are you okay?" they ask.

"i slapped joshua."

"i'll be right over."

she hangs up a second later. i lay on the cotton couch.

spreading my hands against it until they hit the floor and i pass out.

-

i wake up at eleven. i've been sleeping for almost an hour. but i'm still exhausted. i make a sandwich and stare at it on the plate. 

i don't want to eat it. i just want something to think about.

i scramble to the living room window. joshua's car isn't there.

i feel like such an asshole. god. i need ashley. she should be here soon. seeing as how she works two hours away.

i lay back on the couch, making sure to clean up all my messes. i sprawl back out and fall asleep.

a/n: halfway over with anti hero....