I've Known You (An Ashley Purdy Love Story)

Chapter Eighteen: Forgive and Forget

Well I got yelled at for my chapter being so sad… so here’s chapter 18! Enjoy what comes ;)

I lied on the couch, tear stains on my cheeks. Hannah has tried to get me to talk for the past two hours, but I have no words to explain anything. All I can think about is the girl in bed with Ashley. How much of a fool was I to actually say yes to him and I being together? Why did I allow it?

All the feelings I had, that I repeated throughout my mind about Ashley are gone now. All that is left are shattered pieces of what used to be my heart, and my mind. When Ashley and I got back together both became his, and now they are nothing. I wanted to take back everything I ever did with him, ever said about him. I wanted everything gone. But that wasn’t possible, no matter how much I wished it was.

“Evan please talk to me. Tell me what happened” Hannah begged. All I could do was shake my head no.

“Was it Ashley?” she asked, hoping to get at least a head shake out of me. I stared into nothing and shook my head yes. “Oh Evan” she cried, knowing Ashley was involved was the only information she needed.

“I’m really tired” I replied in a raspy voice. My throat ached from the sobbing, and I just wanted sleep.

“Come on babe, we have an extra bedroom” Hannah replied with a sad smile.

She led me to the guest bedroom. I walked to the queen sized bed and flopped down on it. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Even my mind was silent for the first time in years. I just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. But I knew that wasn’t possible either. Hannah cried silent tears, of sadness and maybe even frustration. I felt bad knowing that my issues were hurting my best friend.

“Call me if you need anything Angie” she smiled weakly and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

I wept again. I wanted to stop crying. I wanted things to not affect me the way they did. I knew I was weak to begin with. I wore my emotions on my sleeves, and I couldn’t help it. I lost myself, and I don’t think I’ll ever find my way back.

~Ashley’s P.O.V~

She walked away from me. She would never forgive me for what she saw. I looked over to the girl next to me. She was thin, with black and blue hair like Evangeline, but everything else was different. She woke up slowly, and I was sickened by the smile on her face.

“Morning” she said cheerily.

“Get the hell out” I growled.

“What?” her eyes were wide with shock.

“You heard me,” I sneered. “I don’t know what was going through your sick twisted mind when you did this but you just ruined my life. I was happy for a change and you fucked it up. Now get the fuck out of my apartment” I yelled.

She was terrified of me, and I was glad. She dressed quickly and ran out of the house. I ran my finger through my hair and went to call Evangeline. I needed her to hear me out.

~Mystery Girl’s P.O.V.~

I had pretended to be her. I was at the bar when he was. I didn’t see her anywhere, and I approached him after the man left. He called me Evangeline, and I rolled with it. I had to come up with excuses off the top of my head. The airplane answer could’ve blown everything though. But I still succeeded.

He didn’t know it because he was so drunk, but I had slid his wallet from his pocket, along with his house keys. I took out his license in order to get his address; I input the information in my GPS in order to find it. He was so drunk he was oblivious, but my plan was working, maybe she would come home tomorrow and then they would split up. Then I would have him and comfort him.