More Than Friends: A #Mashley Fan-Fic

Useless, Helpless, Pathetic Ashley

~Note: I DO NOT think of Ashley like this in any way.~

Ashley's POV: 

Adam and Alesa offer to take me in their car when I leave the hospital. After an awkward exchange with the doctor giving me back Mitch's shirt, I walk out into the night with no pants on, and they take me home. Mitch sits next to me in the car with a protective arm carefully positioned over my shoulder, and I can't help but feel a bit helpless sitting there. 

When we get to the house, I immediately go upstairs to change. It was now 8:00 AM, and I had to be at my first shoot at eleven. I grab my clothes from where I left them, and angrily shove them on. I don't know why I was in such a bad mood, I guess I was just tired of feeling so helpless. Or just tired in general. When I put on my bra, I pinch myself by accident, and slam it down on the floor. Quickly realizing where I am, I pick it up and carefully put it on before holding my head in my hands. I sniffle, the emotions in my head feeling jumbled and confusing. 

"Why do I have to be so pathetic?" I mumble, wiping an escaping tear away from my face. I put on my shorts and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I feel like punching a wall, but I know I have to keep my composure until I can go home. 

"Why am I so goddamn useless?" I growl at the mirror, gripping the sides of the sink. More tears escape from my eyes, and I angrily swat them away. I want to scream, but I know I can't. I've caused enough trouble already. I open the door and walk out of the bathroom, bumping into Mitch on my way out.

"Hey, you ok?" he says, picking my chin up and looking at me. I know he can see where I let those stupid tears slip away, so I jerk y head away.

"Fine." I say between closed teeth, trying to move past him. He blocks my way, and pulls me into his room down the hall and closes the door.

"Is there something wrong?" he asks, and his chocolate eyes melt me for a second, calming me down. But only for a second. The fire then awakens again inside of me, burning brighter than ever.

"You know what? There is something wrong. I'm fucking sick and tired of being a whiny little bitch that has to be rescued every five seconds because she can't even fend for herself! I don't want to be a pathetic princess anymore that needs you to save her ass all the time!" I yell, immediately regretting my words as soon as they come out of my mouth. I can see the hurt in his eyes, he's shocked by my words. His hand that as on my arm a second ago falls to his side, and he shakes his head, as if he's not sure whether he heard me correctly or not.

"Ashley, y-you're on a lot of medication. You don't know what you're say-" I cut him off, the anger burning through me yet again.

"No Mitch, I'm not on medication. I'm on this thing called reality, where people wake up and realize who they are. I've done that, and I don't get why you don't just too!" I say, turning my heel and stalking out of the room. I grab my purse and my toothbrush before grabbing Alesa from where she was eating at the table.

"Hey!" she says before seeing the look on my face. 

"Is everything ok?" she asks, getting her shoes on and following me out the door. I don't speak until we get to the car. 

"No, everything is not okay. I would like to go home. You said you'd be there for me, so be here for me now and take me home." I say, my voice cracking on the last bit. She reaches out to hug me, but I gently  hold her back.

"Don't." I whisper, tears forming in my eyes. She nods, and we get in the car.

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