" You have to get out of bed at sometime," Tyler said, annoyed now.
I looked at him with an annoyed expression back.
" My knee is fucking swollen and it hurts to walk. I cant't see out my right eye and I know I look like shit. I'm not ready to get out of bed and start the day. Now go the fuck downstairs and stop bothering me."
I pulled a pillow over my face and after hearing him walk away I threw the pillow and pulled the covers over my face.
I closed my eyes and was about to fall back to sleep when a cold bucket of water was splashed on me.
I screamed a stream of cuss words at him and pulled the covers away from myself.
" Get up." he said again with a smirk.
He had bed hair still and his hair looked really different when it wasn't gelled. It made him look more innocent and nice.Looks can be deceiving though.
" Asshole."
I sat up and moved my legs over the side and only bent my good leg. He handed me crutches and I snatched them and got up.
"I need new clothes."
He threw me a pair of his sweats and a shirt.
" Take a shower then come downstairs for breakfast." he said, then left and I heard him go down stairs.
I went to his bathroom and didn't dare look at myself. I couldn't sleep well because I kept replaying what happened. I was scared for Daniel and I just simply can't fall asleep in a new place.
I took a quick shower, balancing on my good knee all the while.
After I got out I got dressed and rolled the sweatpants at the waist at least three times since he was a couple inches taller than me. I brushed my teeth with a toothbrush that was lying out in its package still, ran my fingers through my hair and finally looked up at myself.
I gasped and my eyes instantly formed tears. I looked like I had gotten jumped. The left side of my face was different shades of yellow, green and purple and my right eye was swollen shut and, well, black and purplish.
I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath. No use in crying when you can't fix what's already been done.I picked up my clothes and dropped it onto his bed, where it was still soaking wet.
I left his bedroom and went to the stairs. I thought for a while then held both of my crutches in my left hand while I held on to the railing with my right hand. I hopped down the stairs, one at a time and taking a break after a couple. When I finally made it to the last step, I silently thanked God and situated myself on the crutches again and went into the kitchen.
Tyler was sitting at the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal, his mom was watching tv and making some type of recipe, and and his dad was reading the newspaper.
Tyler looked up and smiled at me.
" Mom, dad. Ashley. Ashley, mom and dad." he said.
They looked up and I saw where his looks came from quickly.
He looked nothing like his mom. She was small and petite with light brown eyes and a blonde hair. His dad, on the other hand, had green eyes and brown hair the same exact shade as Tyler except he had a couple grays mixed in. He was well built and when he smiled at me I could see where his grin came from.
" Hi Ashley." his mom said.
" Hi." I said quietly with a small smile.
I've never been good with parents, or adults in general. I just didn't know how to act around them and felt pretty shy to talk to them. Unless they were a pain in the ass. Then I was a bitch to them.
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Hard to Love You
RomanceAshley has had a tough life. Mom walked out when she was eight. Dad became an abusive drunk towards her older brother, Daniel, and herself. Her brother is twenty three but didn't move out so he could help Ashley. Ashley is 17, in her senior year, an...