The sky was dropping on me, it felt like the end... it was the end of my happy life... of me "They died because of me, they died because I was a fucking disgrace. They killed themselves because I am a lost cause." My tears finally broke free, allowi...
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"Phone?"
"Yes"
"Purse?"
"Yes"
"Pepper Spray?"
"Yes"
"Jacket?"
"Yes"
"Shoes?"
"Goddamn it Dad, this isn't the first time, I am going for a party," I say after about 20 minutes of this utter torture.
"Well, it is never bad to prepare beforehand, I am fucking sure you forgot something, and then you will remember that old man and this young beauty." My dad, Jason Spencer defensively shouted, with the last part definitely as a sarcastic note to...
"Cut her some slack, Jase, she isn't a baby anymore. And just you wait till she goes, because this old man, still can make you scream for more with his..."
"That is way too much information for me, please, at least try to hide your failing seductive voice Dad." Now, that is my other dad, Aaron Spencer. Yeah, yeah, I know, I have two dads, and they are gay, trust me, I have had enough encounters with the two 'screaming' to give me nightmares till I turn 90 and my body turns cold.
I am Ashley Spencer, the daughter of these two lovebirds. And now the next character of my life, coming in is...
"Sup' Spencers?" Now this is my friend, Joey Blanchard, THE Biggest Gossip Girl in the entirety of Los Angeles, and that is speaking something, "Ready, Ash?" She says plumping down on one of the armchairs
"Yup, just in time, let's bounce," I say, pulling her back up, just as my parents got all sexual. I open the door to the chilly winds. We both got in her Mercedes, turning up the heat, as we settled in. I turned on the ignition, and we were off, talking about every darn thing on Earth.
"Would it hurt them to make just one more truly GOOD season of the Flash? I mean, they can not be kidding, that that is the ending, I mean, Who hurt the poor thing!?" Her voice overflowing with pretend sadness/anger. I stepped on the brakes, and turned it off, just shaking my head on her inner child.
We stepped out of the car, and made our way to the Playhouse Hollywood Club, as she told the tales of the good ol' days when she could picture the West-Allen's, without thinking about the cockblockers running around their lab.
"Well, if we are being rational, we can't have an entire friend group without having one cockblocker amongst them," I said before I could stop those words, knowing I had fanned the flames badly. I heard her gasp and my head simply dropped in guilt as to how I could let myself go through this torment.
"Do you intend to say that the West-Allen's can not have SEX whenever they want, wherever they want, just because it is out in the public!" Her voice not missing a notch on the 'You really wanna cross me, Missy?' tone. I wanted to shout, 'Hell, yes, that is the basic social construct.' but I simply stuck with a mumbled apology before having anybody else go through the pain.
I let her have this one, seeing that I had one heck of a super wonderful surprise Birthday Party for my boyfriend to be started in T-30 minutes. We double-checked on the decorations, and the staff with the food and drinks. Once satisfied, we both got ourselves some wine and sat down, waiting for the guests to show up in...
"Behold, The Great Zack, as he woes these two hoes."
... now. We both hugged this dork, exchanging the fair share of 'say that again and you die' and 'love you too'. Zack, or Zackery Henderson, my other Best Friend, will be the One-Night Stand guy in our friend group. More people start popping up, and soon enough, all we are missing is the birthday boy.
I did tell him to come here, and put up about a hundred different reminders all around his house, his phone, his car, his books which he barely picks up, but still, worth a shot. Where the hell is he??
I called him up, and it took him a while before Mark(My boyfriend) answered. I put it to my ear, but the music blasting around couldn't let me hear anything, I gave a 'be back in a minute' sign to Joey and went outside to the parking lot, putting it back to my ear, my body went into a full lockdown.
I heard a girl moaning, "Mark, please..."
"Please what, honey, ask it and you got it."
"Please fuck me, please..." the girl's voice went on mute as a moan took over her.
"Gladly" were the last words I heard before the phone slipped right through my hands, and crashed on the parking lot floor, and along with it, I slipped down as well, taking support from the adjacent car, feeling more tears sprout out of my eyes, replacing every single one that lost contact from my face, and I made no attempt to stop them.
Through the clear windows, I saw Joey and Zack, both dashing towards where I was, seeing my state. Their figures drew closer and I felt them pulling me into a hug. Zack picked up my phone, which was still transferring Mark and the unknown girl's sex talks to us. Looking at Mark's name on it, Zack put it to his ear, and his eyes went wide, and passed it on to Joey to listen, as he wiped my tears whispering comforting words to me.
Joey recorded the whole thing and shared the thing on her number, before cutting the call and deleting the recording from my phone, before passing the phone to Zack to keep it safe. The word of my breakdown seemed to have spread inside, as people piled outside asking if I was alright and what happened. Joey picked me up and took me inside, away from the party area, and to wear, the normal clubbing masses, and sat me on a seat, telling me to do nothing stupid and sit while she went to Zack and told the others to go home.
Not a word got out of my mouth, as she left.
And it dawned over me, everything came crashing on me as I realized, that the person I loved, the one to whom I gave everything, did not love me back, hell, he didn't even care about me...
