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Chapter 8

~A/N~

Tom is Lorena's colleague. that's all. enjoy! x

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With shaky hands, I brought the steaming cup of tea to my lips, for the millionth time thinking about what had happened a few hours before. The longest fight I've ever had in my life. All the things we said; I said.

"Fuck you, you heartless dirtbag!"

"How can you say something like that? How can you even think about something like that?!"

"It's because I love you, you sick bastard!"

"Yes, I did, I thought nothing would come out of your dumb acting. You know what? I still do!"

"Well I agree with my father, it is stupid!"

"Fine! Leave! You don't have to ever come back as far as I'm concerned!"

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly at the memory of the last thing I told him; I regretted it more than anything I've ever said in my life. I knew I'd feel like shit because of it as soon as I said it, and I was completely and utterly right. The main reason for that is the fact that I was sitting there, five hours after he slammed the front door shut, having my ninth cup of tea and waiting, just waiting for him to come back home. I was afraid that he'd taken my words seriously, and now... well, I don't even want to think about it.

My hand flew up to my face to wipe away the few tears that had escaped my eye, as I remembered his words. I closed my eyes again and shook my head lightly, wanting to forget about all of them. There were so many things I wanted to completely erase from my memory, but even I knew they would stick there for a while. A long, long while.

It was one in the morning, I was tired beyond words and had work the next day, but the recent event wasn't giving me any peace. It was the first time I actually could not sleep because of something that had happened. Usually I'd just doze off after thinking about it for a long while, but this time... even when I tried forgetting about everything, it was still there, in the back of my mind, literally haunting me. I had no idea what I'd do if it went on for even longer, I'd probably go insane.

I still couldn't realize how I could remember every single word, look, breath and movement that happened during those four hours that we fought. I didn't even remember our good moments that well. Probably because there weren't many of those... not as much as bad ones, anyway.

I jumped in my seat as I heard the door open and close, and felt my heart beat increase drastically; he was home. Finally.

With even shakier hands than before, I almost dropped the cup on the table as I hastily stood up from the sofa. I only caught a glimpse of Ashton as he walked across the hallway, and went inside our room. To be honest, I was relieved; I was pretty sure he'd gone to a bar, and usually when he'd get drunk he would just go straight to bed, sometimes not even taking his shoes off. That must have been the case right now as well.

I took a semi-deep breath, trying to calm myself down as I slowly walked toward the bedroom. By the time I got there, I was expecting to see him lying on the bed, or at least trying to take his sneakers off. But, to my absolute, absolute surprise, he was gathering his stuff, while an opened suitcase sat on the bed. Just like that, my heart sped up, again.

"Ashton?" I said, almost too quietly for him to hear me. He only glanced my way, returning his attention to pulling his clothes out of drawers. "What are you doing?"

I heard him let out a small sigh, "Um... I'm gonna spend the night at Brad's."

He almost sounded like he didn't want to tell me where he was going, and what he was going to do. But his voice, his voice was so cold and careless as he said the words. As if he didn't even care if I had an opinion on that.