It was just like any other day, the sun shone across the horizon, the sky way blue with a tinge of pink above your windowsill. Ashton wasn't home yet so you just sat on your bed, writing and reading. Writing about all your favourite things and how much you loved Ashton. Reading about all your 'Dear Diaries' and how you felt sad and lonely until Ashton opened your heart to love.
The day is coming to an end right before your eyes, the suns going down as the moons coming up. Your shared home with Ashton was airy, just you and the tall roof, hanging above your head. You raise from your chair next to your window and walk to the bathroom, pulling your t-shirt over your head and getting ready to get into the shower. Ashton was meant to be home by now, the cold nip behind your neck makes you think of the worst.
The shower is pouring and your naked body stands in front of the shower door. You check your phone to see if you had any messages. Nothing. You text Ashton. Wondering where he is. Before you get any reply, you hop into the shower. The buzz of your phone vibrates loudly against your marble sink. The anxiety overcoming your body which makes you turn off the shower and check your phone. Ashton...
"Baabbe im mm attt da baaaarr wif da boiiiisss, i bee hme soon." You read, he's obviously too drunk to text properly. He lied, he told you...'recording till 7 then home straight to you.' This was before the taste of alcohol hit his lips. 9:47pm came by and still no calls or texts.
Morning arose and there was still no sign of Ashton. No sign of the boyfriend who told you he'd be home soon. You roll over in your bed and check your phone. 13 missed calls all from Ashton, the latest 9 minutes ago. You pick up your phone and dial his number.
"Ashton where the fuck...." he interrupts you.
"Babe, I need your help, I'm on George street, down by the convenience store that we went to when we went to your mums." You immediately jump into your car, dressing in a pair of track pants and Ashton's t-shirt. You drive down to the store and meet a sleepy Ashton there. He looks guilty, like he had something between his lips that he wouldn't release.
He gets into your car and looks at you with sorrow in his eyes. "We need to talk." He says. Even though his mouth hadn't opened up to tell you what you two needed to talk about, your eyes welled with tears, dripping down your face, ending up at the tip of your chin.
"I had sex with someone else last night, that's where I was, I met her at the bar and we hung out then things got heated, we went back to hers and then we had sex. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I was absolutely off my face...I wasn't thinking..." tears turn into anger as you feel the need to be calm or else you would explode.
"Does that make it okay Ash? Is that meant to make things a whole lot better? Because it doesn't." You say calmly, like you were the calm sea on a Sunday afternoon and Ashton was the vicious shark which made people afraid to get in.
"No of course not, it's just what happened."
"Ashton get out of my car." The street was busy and you just stop your car directly in the middle of the road, loud beeps sound through your windows as Ashton has a confused look on his face.
"Ashton, get the fuck out of my car." The calmness in your voice turning to viciousness, knowing that if he hasn't left your sight in 10 seconds, you'd push him out into the heavy traffic outside. He opens the door, collecting the few things he had. "Ashton, I'm going to our house, do not text, call or enter for the next few days so I can collect my things without seeing your face again." You say, reassuring him that your 8 year relationship is over, thanks to another girl.
He gets out of the car and slams the door. The tears now a heavy flow seeping through your fingers. The sight of him soon fades into nothing as you drive yourself home. As you get there you see your big house, knowing that it's all now become based on a lie. The whole relationship has now turned into one big joke to him.
You get out of your car, locking the doors with a struggle as you can't see the lock with your eyes so blurry. You walk inside throwing Ashton's shirt on the floor and finding yourself one of your own tops to change into. Packing a night bag and leaving to your parents house.
