Outlaw Eyes (a Ashley Purdy Love story)

chapter 5

Scarlett slammed the door shut to her apartment. she managed to throw all her anger out in that single slam. It made her whole apartment shake, proberly making the apartment floor above her shake violently as well, she was gonna get a earful from the guys above but she didnt care.

God she was angry. Angry at Ashley. Angry at herself. Angry with...him. Angry with these tears.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and she wiped them away angrily, she didn't want to cry. Hated to cry. It was weak to cry or so she had been taught in life.

She ran to her bedroom, lying on her black silk sheet queen sized bed. The softness of the sheets and mattress were comforting to her, this was the safest place she knew where she could cry.

she needed to think.

She swore that she would never again fall in love. She was married to music, that's as far as her love went. After the last time that's all she could afford to do. She got hurt, physically and emotionally, last time. So hurt that it nearly broke her completely. Even if that meant no relationships at all - one night stands that was it.

but now...god why did she ever have to meet him! ashley was just making everything so bloody hard for her cause now it wasn't so simple. Cause she couldn't say she didn't have...feelings for him. Not like she would tell him.

she stretched over the bed to her iPod docking station and selected the song she had played when she was upset since she was a child; admittedly it wasn't a song s most people expected her to have but it was a song she had listen to so much over her life from the. Time she was a child that by now she could recite the lyrics perfectly and be pitch perfect.

"I don't expect my love affairs to last for long

Never fool myself that my dreams will come true

Being used to trouble I anticipate it

But all the same I hate it - wouldn't you?"

"So what happens now?

(Another suitcase in another hall)

So what happens now?

(Take your picture off another wall)

Where am I going to?

(You'll get by, you always have before)

Where am I going to?"

"Time and time again I've said that I don't care

That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through

But every time it matters all my words desert me

So anyone can hurt me - and they do"

"So what happens now?

(Another suitcase in another hall)

So what happens now?

(Take your picture off another wall)

Where am I going to?

(You'll get by, you always have before)

Where am I going to?"

"Call in three months time and I'll be fine I know

Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow

I won't recall the names and places of Each sad occasion

But that's no consolation - here and now"