The Woman of War

Fourteen

We must be killers by Mikki Ekko

" I woke up

I was stuck in a dream

You were there

You were tearing up everything "

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"It was very rude of you to leave our conversation without even saying goodbye," Ashton's arrogant voice was the first thing to fill my ears when I walked through the glass double doors of the school.

"I was sick. I didn't want to ruin that precious leather jacket of yours with vomit," I spoke blatantly as I was in no mood to be having this conversation.

My normal nightmares have turned into a night full of them, and all having the central point of Ashton watching me. Whether I was kissing Mal, or bleeding to death.

My mind started reliving the last one that woke me up at four a.m, and scared me to the point I couldn't even sleep until my alarm.

There we were. Standing in a room that was pitch black surrounding me, and in a center spotlight was Ashton and I.

We were just staring at each other one moment, and the next I felt as if I was stabbed in the stomach. I stood in the light with blood flowing from me with no wound. The more I begged for his help, more blood spilled all over my body.

My leg, my shoulders, my arms, my back.

The finale was the feeling of my throat being slit and I was holding on to it for dear life when all he could say to me was "You're the one killing me, Bella."

Shaking away what felt like a distant memory, I realized we were stopped in the main hallway and his eyes were on nothing but him and I. We were in the center of where everyone was walking, and all eyes were staring at me. Every set of eyes were asking me the same question,

Why the hell would he be talking to her?

Huffing out loud, I grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to the next private and safe place I could find, so I could freak out on him without a show. He followed me all to eagerly into the custodial closet as I opened the door and threw him into the dark closet. Once we were shut and locked in, I looked for the cord as I pulled and turned on a light. With the light on, I saw Ashton's all to familiar smirk as he let out his flirtatious comment of the hour "Seven minutes in heaven, much? A little seventh grade for me, but I only need seven minutes, princess."

"Can you not be a horny douche for one minute so I can be a bitch?" I asked rhetorically before I went off on him "Who gave you my fucking number? No one at this school has that because I don't need pricks like you texting me all stalker like. Also, why do you care so much if I leave school? The Breakfast Club is the only place where the leather jacket wearing asshole falls for the basket case with daddy issues."

"First of all, the jock falls for the basket case in the Breakfast club, and the leather jacket wearing asshole falls for the princess. Hence, your nickname. Also, all the ladies in the office have a little crush on me because I'm their 'Bad Ashy-Washy', so I get whatever I want from them," he responded as if it was small talk conversation.

Ashy-Washy? Really?

"I don't need you correcting me about lack of knowledge on eighty's films, and I need you to start leaving me alone," I screamed in his face as I was ready to unlock the door and leave.

"Princess, if you really wanted me to leave you alone, you would have left this closet by now. We both know-"

"You don't know me. You will never know me," I interrupted as his truths were outweighing my lies.