Love Is A Roller Coaster (An AmazingPhil/Fantastic Foursome Story)

Chapter 9-Ashley's POV

~3 weeks later~

Rushing water. I frantically reach behind me, feeling cold covers. Fuck. I jump out of bed, running to the bathroom door. I can hear sobbing. “Phil stop it!!” I open the door and see Phil sitting in the corner in just his shorts, face red and blotchy, a razor in his hand. “Stop!” I don’t see any blood, which is a good sign. I crawl into his lap on the floor, ripping the weapon from his hand and onto the floor. “Please tell me nothing happened.”

“I didn’t do anything. I just feel better with it in my hand...” He reaches for the razor, but I kick it across the tile with my slipper. I bury my head in the crook of his neck.

A drip of water falls on my head from Phil’s face. “How’d you find them?”

He sighs. “Dan’s hiding spots never really change. I should have known better than to let him hide the blades for me.”

“Why did you need them? What happened?”  He doesn’t answer. “Phil, we promised. Please.”

I have to keep nagging, but eventually he answers me, although reluctantly. “Fucking 5 year old twat. Get a real job, you idiot. Dan’s a retard for living with you. Phil makes me want to kill myself. Fuck you, you emo. I hope you die.” I can feel him trembling slightly. “And the worst of all...” He seems like he’s about to throw up. “She deserved it.” My stomach flips. He doesn’t have to tell me who sent that tweet for me to know.

“Phil...” I don’t even know what to say. I can’t help but feel sick. Now Aaron is harassing Phil too? All because I ignored him these past few weeks... “This is all my fault. I’m sorry.”

“No, Ash. It’s not your fault he’s stupid.”

“Yes, it is my fault. True, he is an asshole...” I knew what Phil really meant. “But I'm the one who never told anyone. I’m the one who had to be a fucking imbecile and cut. I’m the one who started all of this! It’s all my fault...” I feel my arms itching, and start getting up off of Phil’s lap, reaching for the razor. He yanks me back, holding me tightly.

“If I can’t, you can’t,” he whispers into my ear.

“We really need to get our shit together, huh?” I can’t keep my eyes off of the perfect, smooth metal. “I need some sleep.”

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“Phil, can I trust you?” I stand by the door, watching as he pulls on a raincoat. “You’ll be back next week, right? UNSCATHED?” He just kisses me and runs out the door. “That better be a yes!” I scream through the rain. He’s visiting his parents for the holiday, and is leaving me alone with Natalie. We’re planning on going home for the holidays, too, but later this week. “Natalie!!! We’re all alone!!!” i turn around to see her emerging from the kitchen, a suitcase in her hand. “Natalie...you’re leaving me too!?”

“Sorry, ash! My parents are going on vacation later this week so i have to go see them now. I guess I forgot to tell you...I’ll be back Wednesday!” She sets her suitcase down, pulling on a coat and giving me a hug. “I’ll call you. Later!” She runs outside as well, leaving me totally alone in the giant house. Thanks, guys.

I decide to go upstairs and blast my music, since no one is here. I lock the front door and make the trek.

~Later~

I glance over at the clock. Have I really been sitting here for the past 10 hours? Crazy. I continue scrolling through Tumblr when all the lights flicker out. Thunder rolls, and suddenly the entire house is filled with just the sound of raindrops hitting the roof. Fabulous. I pick up my charged laptop, using it as a flashlight to walk downstairs and find a real one.

When I reach the bottom, a giant burst of thunder echoes through the living room and the front door creaks open slightly. Didn’t I lock that? I guess not. All the Tumblr must have just fogged my memory. I close it again, walking into the kitchen. As I search for a flashlight, thunder continues to roar around me. When I finally find a flashlight, banging on it to make it light, I hear something drop to the floor.

I spin around, looking for the source. But instead of an object on the floor, I see a dark figure and smell something strong. I can feel a cloth pressed to my face, and my vision begins to go black. Just before I pass out, a bolt of lightning illuminates the figure’s face.

Aaron.