colors | afi [WATTY'S 2017]

trente trois

july 12 1986

ashton's pov
{what a change in povs}

"well beth, we need to do something about our marriage, i cannot continue this bickering with you. it hurts the kids, you, and myself." i sighed as i looked at the woman whom was stomping around our bedroom.

"then what do we do ashton? what do we do? i can't deal with this yelling and the anger all the time," she exclaimed as she looked towards me.

i honestly had no idea how the fighting started, i just remembered one day beth cane home pissed and we started fighting; i guess you could say we started to fall out of love.

"are you listening?" beth scoffed, she shook her head and turned around, facing the mirror.

"where are you going? it's 10pm."

"i'm going out with friends ashton. no i'm not cheating on you, i just need time for myself," she said as she brushed her wavy hair.

i got up from my position on the bed, feeling woozy from what she said about cheating. i masked it with a small smile and walked towards her.

"beth, why don't we go out tomorrow? we can go to mancari's for some italian." i wrapped my arms around her body, the silk of her dress feeling smooth against my skin.

she looked up from her compact, staring at me in the mirror and smiling.

i looked back at her, we looked like a wonderful couple. her beautiful nutmeg-colored skin versus my paler, yet tan, skin. her silver wedding ring with a diamond accents that circled a blue sapphire fitted perfectly on her finger. her slightly visible freckles peppering her face. everything about her was so beautiful, but her features reminded me much of rosaline's. 

i let out a small cough, clearing my thoughts and giving beth a hopeful glance.

she smiled, her nose scrunching up as she laughed, "yes ash, i'd enjoy that very much. now let go, i think janice is outside."

+++

it was about 12:33am when i woke up from the loud voices of amanda, and i would guess, rose.

i remembered amanda had asked her to stay over so i tried to keep myself hidden in my office or bedroom. now, i was going to the room she was in to figure out why it was so loud.

as i neared the room, i could see light shining out of the slightly ajar door. i could also hear the sultry moans of rose, or god forbid, my own daughter.

when i reached the door, i hoped for the worst, and i received it. i saw amanda's head in between rose's legs whose head was repeatedly banging on the headboard. her mouth wide open, her eyes shut tight, her left hand on her left nipple and her other in amanda's hair. my eyes doubled in size at the sight, i wanted to look away but i couldn't. as i tried to remove myself from the door, the floor creaked and rose turned her head. she pushed amanda's head further into her hips and she smirked.

"oh amanda, oh god, just like that. don't stop, i'm about to co--" rose's cries were stopped when she kicked her leg out. she looked right at me, her eyes rolling back and her left hand going to the sheets, tugging at them.

i watched rose continue to jerk around as my own daughter kept her face between her legs and i felt my pajama pants tent as i saw rose open her mouth.

"daddy," she mouthed out, her smirk leaving her mouth as she moaned once more before amanda removed her face from in between her legs.

when i took a glance at amanda's wet lips and her glazed over eyes, i immediately backed up from the door. stumbling quickly back to my own room.