Chapter 15-Ashley's POV

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“Bye, Aaron! Love you!”  I kiss him, not wanting to pull away but doing it so I can leave. “So where we going, Philly?” Aaron closes the door as Phil takes me down the street.

“Don’t call me that.” We sit down at a corner, waiting for the bus. “Ice cream, maybe? I don’t know. I just want to know how things have been.” The bus comes after a few minutes, and Phil pushes me down into a seat. “So...how long have you been engaged?”

I think, counting on my fingers. It’s so hard to think during the day. “Umm...I’m not sure.” I stare at the ground, confused. I knew this morning before breakfast...

“Umm...Ok.” He looks weird. I’m not exactly sure why, but he’s not like I remember. I know!

“Do you want a mint?” I pull out a small container from my pocket. These always make me feel like normal. That’s why Aaron makes me take some every hour.

He takes the tin from my hands, opening it, his eyes opening wide. “These aren’t mints, Ashley...” He sticks the thing in his backpack. “Did Aaron give you these?”

“Yeah...why?”

“Doesn’t matter. But you’re not having any more.”

“Hmph. Why does it even fucking matter anyway!?” Woah. I haven’t let out a swear for 6 months. Not since Aaron started making me breakfast...Oh well. Must have just been because I was so mad before, for making me cook myself.

Phil and I walk inside a small ice cream shop downtown. He buys me a simple vanilla cone, just having a shake for himself. Neither of us talk, but I can’t stop thinking.  How long have I been engaged? I finish my cone, and Phil continues slurping at his shake. “So, Ashley. Are you-”

“2 months.” I blurt out.

“What?” Phil stares at me, the same look as before on his face. It’s confusion.

“I’ve been engaged for two months.” He still looks confused. “I-I couldn’t remember before. But I have no idea why.” My head starts to pound. I haven’t been able to think this clearly since Aaron gave me the mints. And it’s been about an hour since Phil took them from me...

“Alright. Umm listen. I’ll be right back, then we can leave. Maybe we’ll go to the park or something.” He walks away from the table. Once he’s out of sight, I grab his bag and look for my mints. I find them, quickly popping one in my mouth and shoving the tin back where I found it. My headache clears instantly.

Phil walks back to the table, grabbing his bag. “Let’s go.” I stand up, stumbling slightly. Phil catches me, walking me out the door. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah I’m perf!” I smile, feeling giggly. Phil just groans.

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I can feel the headache coming back. Has it been an hour already? Moaning, I plop down on a park bench. “Phil, can we just rest for a minute?” He sits next to me. “Fuck, my head hurts.”

“Ashley, did you steal a mint when i left the table?” I don’t say anything. “Does your head hurt too bad to think? What’s 3 times 5?”

“15.” I don’t even hesitate to answer, amazed at how fast that was.

“What day is it?”

“Sunday.” I look at him. “Phil, I haven’t been able to think like this forever!”

“The mints. You took one? Don’t lie. I wont be mad.”

I continue to sit in silence, my head throbbing against my skull. I piece everything I know together. “They’re drugs, aren’t they?” Phil drapes his arms around my shoulders. “How could I be so fucking STUPID!?”

“So why exactly did you break up with me?” I pull away from his grip, staring into his eyes. I still don’t say anything, just look at him, studying every feature I missed for so long. He opens his mouth to speak again, but I stop him with mine.

He tastes like sugar, as always. I missed the feel of his lips so much, even if I didn’t know it. Pulling away reluctantly, a small tear slides down my face. The kiss cleared up everything I wondered about. Aaron is just using me. He’s a rapist. All the things I wanted from Aaron, the things I couldn’t find...They weren’t there because they were with Phil. “Phil. I love you. And I’m sorry.”

Instead of answering me, he kisses me back. “I love you too.” We sit, hugging on the bench, until my phone rings.

I look at it, seeing a message. ‘Slut.’

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