Ashes of the Past

Chapter five

Katerina

After I was done, I walked aimlessly in the streets of California until I spotted a nearby beach. It is one of he rare places I find comfort and peace in, where I can clear my mind and think.

I sat down on the sand and watched the salty waves come and go carelessly. I thought about my life. How it was literally a peice of worthless shit. Who am I? I wondered. Why do I in exist in this shitty life? Who am I? Who am I? This question irritated me for years from now, but well, I only found a word as an answer: nothing. Katerina Clark is nothing, a nobody. It hurt me, it always have. I have also wondered why. Why the guy did what he did. Why my mother just never did anything all those years. Is it-

"It's pretty early for beaching, don't you think?"

"Fuck!" I was so oblivious of anyone being around. "Shit sorry I didn't mean to cuss right in front  of your face it's just that I got -" I explained.

"It's fine." He smiled, allowing his deep dimples to show. I smiled back, nervously.

"So you come here often?" He asked. "I'm Ashton by the way. You can call me Ash."

"Hi, Ashton." I smiled.

"What are you doing here?"

"Thinking..."

"About wha-"

My phone ringing interrupted him. I raised my index finger gesturing him to hold.

"Sorry, I have to take this. Hold that thought."

"What the fuck do you want now?" The blocked number sending the texts is calling me now, great.

"Always pleasant to hear your voice muffin", the voice said. I couldn't quite put my finger on who that was though.

"Get to the point, will you?" I rolled my eyes knowing he can't see me.

"Well, did you go there?"

"Yes"

"Did you do what I asked you to?"

"Fuck. Yes."

"Well, well done then sweet lie. I mean pie" the ass on the other line let out a deep chuckle, irritating me even more.

'"Listen... you! If you don't get the fu-"

"Language kido. I will text you what to do next. Talk to you then. Be careful." And with that the line went dead.

"Sorry about that." I removed a hair lock away from my eye.

"I noticed you apologize a lot." Ashton chuckled.

"Sorry I- I mean yeah. It's a forced habit." I smiled.

"I haven't caught your name."

"Clark. Katerina Clark." I responded still watching the  beautiful sun rise.

"That's a pretty name you got there." I noticed his dimples showing again from the the corner of my eye.

"Can I see your phone for a bit?" What?

"Uh I keep kinda personal shit in there. Why?" That's something you don't hear everyday...

" oh I uhmm I don't I uh want to- I want to buy a phone like yours." He stuttered, and this has only two meanings: 1. I'm uncomfortable to be around and 2. He is lieng.

He is lieng smartass. My subconscious suggested and I mentally nodded in agreement.

"Uhmm Ashton, right?" I started.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, not to be rude or anything pal, but I think you should leave. I came here with full desire to be alone and you're kinda interrupting me here. I'm sorry just-"

"Don't be. And stop apologizing."

"Can you stop and just leave, please?" I am getting irritated in here.

"Okay." His face dropped. He turned his back and left.

"Hey uh Katerina?" What now?

"Yeah?" I turned to him.

"Can I have your phone number?"

"How about you give me yours and just leave, yeah?" Sorry fella, but I can't stand you. He gave his phone number and finally left. He left an awful first impression. Note to self: delete his number. But I don't have time for this shit now, if I could I would have given my phone for the waves to take it far far away.

Two hours passed and I am still facing the calm ocean. I wonder what happened to Cal? I really do feel pity for him, I literally called him then asked him to leave. I can be such a bitch sometimes, but he got used to it. At least that's what I think.

I take a glance at my phone to check the time. It indicates that it's 8:03 am. My head is pounding and I really do regret drinking that bottle. I get up, walk to my car, and turn on the engine to go to the house. That is definitely not my home, it's just a house I live at.

40 minutes of driving later I finally pull over to the parking lot of the house. I lock my car and jog to the entrance. I need my beauty sleep right now. I yawn as I walk into the house and... fuck, why now? I see my bitch of a mum messing around with her husband on the couch. Great.

"Get a room!" I groan at the disgustingly naked figures in the living room.

"Where were you?" My mum asks. Seriously?

"Why would you care, bitch?" A look of hurt crosses her face but is soon replaced by anger.

"My room, now!" She demanded. Great.

Ugh what does she want to talk about now? My head is pounding and I am dieng for the least bit of sleep I can get.

Once at her room, she started pacing back and forth in front of me, making me dizzier than I already was.

"What?" I snapped after what seemed like an hour of silence.

"Why?" She asked. Huh?

"Look why don't you go back to your husband? He's waiting for you downstairs to finish what he has started." I said. I can't bare her bullshit right now.

"Katerina I'm trying, I swear I am. I am trying my best in here but you just wouldn't give me a break!" She started.

"I love you, I really do. You're just too stubborn to realize that." She continued. She searched my face for emotion, any emotion, but was faced by a blank figure.

"Say something!" She said.

"Why? Why should I say something? You never listen. You never fucking listen to me! you don't trust me so why even try? If I said something right now, anything, would you listen to me? You always hear, but never actually listen." She asked for it.

"Like what? Something like what?"

"See that douche downstairs? I hate him so fucking much. But would you ever leave him? No. But for what? Why are you so attached to him, huh? Answer this!" I said, anger boiling in the inside of me.

"No, don't you say that about him. I love him and he loves you and me too, Katerina. You're just jealous because you're -", now here she goes defending him again.

"Don't you fucking dare go there, Katherine! I have told you dozens of times that I don't want a fucking relationship! And second of all, he doesn't love me as a daughter, trust me on this one. But hell, you don't get it do you? I protect you from everything, everything, every harm that might occur to you better than your crappy ass husband downstairs. The guy isn't even a man, half a man! Ugh you can't be just that stupid, can you?"

"Have some respect to the man-"

"He is not a man. If anything he is a pussy." I couldn't stand her and this guy's shit not more!

"How can you be so oblivious?" she has to be kidding me right now. ugh.