Addicted To You

Hold On To Me, Cause I'm A Little Unsteady

For once, there will be Tyshley FLUFF and Rashley angst. Enjoy :))

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Ashley's chest rises and falls, cheeks tinted pink. Did he really leave her under these conditions?

The blonde takes a few moments to gather herself while everyone exits the suite, leaving her there.

She needs Tyler, in more ways than one, but she knows that can't happen until she tells Ryan. It's the only way.

Sitting up in bed, she moves to lean against the headboard and pulls out her phone, clicking her and Tyler's text messages.

"Come back to our room 10 minutes. I'm calling Ryan right now."

Then, with sweaty palms, Ashley dials Ryan and waits for him to pick up, her heart nearly exploding out of her chest.

After what feels like an eternity, he picks up the phone, the sound of people chattering filling the background. Of course, he's probably out at the stupid bar/arcade place. The place he spends more time at than with her.

"Hello?" He inquires, a bit surprised because they've barely talked in days.

"We need to talk, Ry." The blonde says, not wasting any time. She needs to tell him before she backs out.

Moments pass and the background fades away, now able to hear his voice more clearly. "What is it, Ash? I'm busy."

"Would it kill you to talk to me for a few fucking minutes?" She snaps back, annoyed that he can't even find time to fit her in his "busy" schedule.

"Fine, fine. I'm here. What is it?"

"I had sex with Tyler 3 times and i've messed around with him more times than that. We're rooming together at The Bahamas for Pretty Little Liars and I just needed to tell you. It's not like you care or anything..." She got over her fear when he pissed her off, feeling the need to hurt him back. That's what's wrong with their relationship; they're always trying to even the playing field.

"What the fuck?! You're a lying bitch! You've always told me I had nothing to worry about yet you fuck him like the little slut you are. Go to hell." And with that, Ryan abruptly hangs up, surely throwing his phone across the room.

Ashley feels as if she's been punched in the gut, all the words he said sticking to her like glue.

Bitch. Slut. Liar. The same old same old.

At least he didn't say all the things she expected him to say. The words that trigger her anxiety and make her feel invalid. Maybe that's why she always goes back to him, feeling the need to prove herself to him; that for once, she can do something right. It always ends the same way.

Hot tears rush down her face, eyes closed as she sits in silence while her mind is anything but. Every name he's ever called her and every feeling he's ever made her feel suffocates her, panic rising in her chest.

Her breaths grow shallow, finding that it's harder to catch it.

Great, a panic attack. The last thing she needs.

A panic attack stemmed from self hatred and overbearing thoughts.

The blonde doesn't notice Tyler walking in, completely forgetting that he's even coming as her eyes remain squeezed shut as she nearly hyperventilates. Tyler has seen her in this state many times and has helped her calm down, so when he enters the bedroom and sees it, it breaks his heart.