Skinny love

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“Ashley you need to calm down everything’s going to be alright you know. 

Harry couldn’t possible of killing you right?” 

I guess my conscious was right, maybe I was beginning to overthink this situation a little too much? But that doesn’t mean I needed to keep my guard down I still had to keep guard up just incase anything bad happened I was still prepared…for anything right?

Ruffling my lose hair strands, walking over towards the porch in what seemed to be my bedroom apparently according to Ms.Margret she didn’t really wan’t me in the meantime sleeping with harry since apparently he had some type of anger issues and other types of problems.. and was rarely home during the day and night. I nodded and understood, I didn’t want to be in the same bed with harry either. 

Believe me. 

“Ashley dear”  a sweet delicate voice came from the kitchen. 

I hurried downstairs maybe someone was here? Maybe harry was back and he was going to give me a reasonable explanation for everything’s that currently been going on. 

Who was I possibly trying to fool everyone who god-damn knew harry as much as I did both knew that wasn’t possible. 

“Are you hungry?” she asked me, I was right about to open my mouth to reject her offer when my stomach gladly accepted the offer. 

She welcomely patted her hand on the breakfast table infront of her signaling me for what seemed to take a seat right?

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‘That was truly delicious Ms.Margret’ I nodded wiping the corner of my mouth. 

“Thank you” I gave her a warm smile. 

She insisted on washing my plate and I couldn’t argue or else it would be considered rude right?

Of course it would. While she washed the plates I tip-toed quietly towards the front door I could see the sun-set begin to shine through the messy clouds. 

unlocking the front door stepping out, It felt good breathing in natural air of the day instead of breathing the sharp furnished expensive air of harry’s house.

This wasn’t the big house I always dreamed of… but once again I never chose to live here I was forced instead.

I walked across the lawn not caring what harry actually had to think about me stepping on his precious lawn.

boo-hoo cry me a million.

you sure have a lot of those.

I couldn’t help by laughing at my weird sense of humor. 

I had.

I shot my glad quickly across the street at the slam of a door. 

Shit.

I looked across the street where a tall figure exited from a white quite expensive car. 

He adjusted his shirt and his baggy jeans. 

I couldn’t help admiring him from across the street.

God I probably looked like such a creep right now right? I am a creep but I couldn’t stop staring at him from across the street. He just walked perfectly as if he knew someone was watching him from across the street but he played it so cooly. 

He walked into his mansion which was across the street of harry’s. 

And there went the mystery man.

“Ashley!!!! god you almost frightened me” she panicked behind me catching her breath.

Did she actually believe I had escaped after I agreed not to. 

“Just wanted to breathe fresh air” I explained. 

“Well it’s getting chilly lets get you inside.” 

The fact was it wasn’t getting chilly just that she thought I was going to escape didn’t she? 

Wouldn’t blame her I didn’t want to be here. 

It was hell in a twentieth-century home