Supervised

Chapter 10: The One with the Leaving

Jen's POV

"Man what a wedding." I sighed as I piled myself through the door.

"I bet....." a voice whispered from the couch. A very familiar voice... what the hell? I turned the light on and there was Ashton laying on our couch, his bag at his feet.

"Ashton?" i asked in shock.

"In the flesh." he yawned. "Well kinda, my body's still on US time."

"Ashton, you have shows... you have had shows, you're supposed to be at one in six hours!!" I said, in shock.

"And yet I'm here ad I'm not even phased." he said.

"Ashton... why are you here?" i asked seriously.

"I was sick of being apart." he said.

I shook my head, "I didn't ask you to come back... as a matter of fact, i didn't even return your phone calls, i assumed you would, well get it...." I couldn't do this whatever it was with him anymore... the jealousy the nakedness but no real affection, the time apart, but this gesture it was all a bit too little too late!! Uh huh then why is your heart beating out of your chest and why do you have butterflies in your stomach? Because he makes me nervous and the only way to walk away is to make a clean break.

"what are you saying?" he asked.

"I um, i don't live here, 100 percent anymore, I've been slowly moving out, i only came to get a load of things from the house after my wedding tonight," i said softly. Ashton looked absolutely crestfallen when he heard what I had to say and what was worse....he didn't even say anything back. He just got up and left; slamming the door behind him. Well done, now you've broken him... Shush, let me just get my things together... I went up to our room and gathered a couple boxes and began carrying them to my car. I loaded them into the boot and was reaching up to close it when the familiar female voice rang out across the front garden.

"So that's it? You're walking away without even talking to my son and leaving his crushed even after he up and left his tour for you?"

"Ann Marie...." i said, turning to see her standing there, "This is about Ashton and me... and sorry to say, this doesn't concern you... I'm sorry... I just cant anymore..."

"I does concern me when my son is at stake." she said sharply. "Look I get that being in different country for 85% of the year is difficult but he's been nothing but good to you."

"I know that," i said, sadly, "And I love him very much, but good to me, after almost two and a half years, i want more from him, i want him to wanna marry to have a family, to BEG me to quit my job, not just hint at it. I want him to prove that I'm more than someone to have sex with when he's home or i go visit with him... I want to fee like I'm more than that to him..."

"Marriage?!" she exclaimed. "Are you insane? 2 years is barely any time that's a massive decision to make."

"I know." I repeated. "But that's the way I feel and clearly Ashton doesn't."

"Then maybe it is best you go, my son is 21 years old... he's too young to get married, his career is SKY rocketing, he wont want marriage or a family till he can be home with said wife and kids. and if you cant wait for that, then maybe you don't deserve him after all," she said.

"Exactly... i don't...." i said, getting the last of my things in the boot of my car and shutting it, "Goodbye Anne Marie.. I'm headed home, my parents are expecting me."

"You're going all the way back to Perth?!?!" she asked in shock.

"Yes, my mother misses me, and my daddy is sick..." I said.

Anne Marie's eyes softened when I mentioned my Dad and she ran her hand through her hair. "I guess that's a pretty good reason."

"Yeah, so maybe next time, ask why im just up and leaving instead of accusing me of being a bitch.." i said, slammed my car door and stormed off.

Well that was rude. Yeah and so was she so you can shut the hell up.

Ooo sassy... well fine, be that way, but you know as well as I do this crap is irritating, and if Ashton gave a shit, he wouldn't have stormed out, he would have begged to keep you... told you he loved you, not ran off like a punk. Okay yes you were right; la dee da don't get used to it because it won't happen again. Can we move on now please?

Yes... Alright, so driving to the airport, then off to Perth to get home to daddy...

That's the plan. And if everyone could respect her privacy during this time we'd really appreciate it.

Uh huh... thanks Joy.... i think.... sadness help you with that one? When i reached the airport i saw i had like a million messages... from Ashton, asking how i was, if i was really going... and why couldn't i have just told him why i was going home.. I deleted every single one, turned the phone off and shoved it in the front pocket of the bag I'd be checking. I just wanted to get home, getting thru security took a bit, but eventually after an HOUR i found myself sitting in my plane seat. Good.. this is better, i just wanted to get home. Yeah you mentioned that, man could this seat smell anymore like throw up? Ew.

Easy Disgust we're on an airplane not Buckingham Palace.

Well, ew, thats gross.. I'm out... I sighed and tucked my headphones in and leaned my head back, anythings better than all that...