Tragic

Ch 8

Elliot's P.O.V.

"Who was she?" I asked again quietly. "Elli, I promise she is no one." Ash said as he sighed and reached out to me, but I moved away. "No, no one doesn't just come into someone's house and then leave in a very suspicious looking car." I said as I crossed my arms. Ash groaned as he brought his hands to rub his face. "Elliot I really don't want to talk about it." He mumbled and fell back on the couch. "Well I do!' I said as I began to shake, both anger and fear filling my emotions. "Elliot.." He mumbled and sat up a little. "No Ash, I'm not gonna sit around and act like it's nothing." I said as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. "You're making this seem worse than it really is." He sighed and grabbed the coke can on the tabled, taking a sip. "Well, maybe I wouldn't be if you would just tell me who she is!" I blurted. He looked down at the ground and sighed. "Fine, I'll just go." I said, grabbing my bag and turning quickly on my heel to make my way out the door. "Elliot, don't you dare." He yelled and the next thing I knew his hand was pushing on the door, stopping me from opening it. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, making tiny hairs stand up. I had one hand on the door knob and the other holding my small bag. "Why not? You can just call that girl to come back." I mumbled as I looked down. Once I said those words my heart instantly stopped. I really didn't mean that. "A-Ash I didn't mean that." I said and turned slight to look back over my shoulder at him. He looked hurt, and shocked. Shocked at the fact that I would even think he would do something like that. "She's my ex. Her name is Rox, she's in a different gang, and we dated for quite some time." He said as his hand slipped away from the door and fell back by his side. "Oh." I mumbled looking down and feeling extremely out of place. I still couldn't figure out why Ash wanted me. Rox probably was adventurous and daring, while I was just normal. Ash grabbed me by the hips and pulled me close to him. "She doesn't mean anything. I like you not her." He mumbled and kissed my nose. I sighed. "I know, I'm just afraid because I think I like you a little too much and too soon, that I'm just scared because I don't want to get hurt." I said as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. "I know, baby, I know."

Shane's P.O.V.

I left the house about 45 minutes after Elliot left to go to Ash's house, and now here I am sitting in traffic just to pick up my damn parents because they are too cheap to pay for a taxi. I sighed as I put my head back to rest on the head rest. This was stupid. I cracked my knuckles and reached for the radio. 505 by arctic monkeys came on, blasting through the speakers. I remember the first time this song came on. I was at a party, and I was drinking way too much. I had just broken up with a girl and things weren't going good at home. It was also right around the time when Robert died. Robert was my leader. He was the boss. The man who was in charge of the gang. They found him dead in an alley, three bullets to the head. The party was crazy though. I remember Alison coming up to me, just as drunk off of those fruit drinks that had vodka or some shit in them. One thing lead to another that night and I remember taking all that anger and pain out, by fucking her. God it felt so good too. And from there we both became fucking buddies or friends with benefits if you want to be nice. We had talked about being something more a couple of times, and we actually did try but it lead to problems, problems that I didn't want to deal with and neither did she. It was our secret, something we promised to keep from Elliot, and our friends. It was a fun time but it was starting to become a habit. A habit of listening to 505, getting drunk, and then fucking each other. And to be honest...eventually it got complicated and boring. Same rough sex, with the same damn problems chasing after you, not to mention the other fact that she grew interested into someone else. Yeah I guess you could say at the time I got jealous, but it also was like my awakening. When he came around I started to deal with my problems instead of running away. I accepted Roberts death and things started to get better at home. And yeah I fucked Alison again, after all that shit, but again it all started with a little too much to drink. And well.. she's back again, but I don't know what's bothering her now, and I don't care either. 505 ended, and the traffic started to move; now I just had to survive the car ride with my parents that never shut up.