ASHLEY

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Everything in the house is placed in its rightful position just as when I left despite my expecting everything to be out of order like it was that time my home got broken in to when those guys came looking for Kenneth.

Silence.

That's all that greets me. Not a sound to be heard or a soul to be seen. I check my phone for any missed calls or texts from Kenneth or my friends.

Nothing.

"Ugh, I hope they're okay," I mumble to myself. I'm sure I'm not going to get any sleep tonight but I should at least shower and change out of these skimpy clothes. Plus these heels are really starting to hurt. I pull them off and head to my room. I turn the light on. A muscular figure sits hunched over my bed, his head burried in his hands and the muscles of his back is flexed. "Isaiah?" He sits up straight at the sound of his name on my lips. Isaiah's bright hazel eyes are filled with tears. I rush to his side and engulf him in a tight embrace. "Isaiah where were you? I was looking for you?"

"I swear I didn't know. I didn't find out until tonight when Kayla told me," he cries into my arms.

"Isaiah what are you talking about? What didn't you know until tonight?"

He doesn't answer.

   Silence.

"I have had a long night. I can't do the running circles around you to get some answers. Just let me know what's up," I press.

Isaiah stands up from the bed and move to my dresser. He plays with one of my combs for a while then peaks out the window. No doubt seeing one of Kenneth's friends. When he doesn't respond I get up and move towards the door. Isaiah grabs my arm and pull me in his hard chest. I pull away from him. "Okay. Okay. I set him up."

My perfectly sculpted eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Huh?"

"I was angry after the breakup. I knew you were going to go back to him. That's when these guys approached me looking for Kenneth. I saw an opportunity to get back at him and I took it-"

"So you told them information? You took it upon yourself to get involved in something that didn't even involve you, or me for that matter?" I yell. Frustration seeping from my pores. Just when I thought my night couldn't get any worse I have to go and find out that the one nice guy I thought I had in my life was the main reason why my home got broken in to and I was scared out of my mind, the main reason why those guys showed up at the party and ruined it. People just don't stop to amaze me. Please note the sarcasm there.

"I told you I was angry. I didn't know that when they came looking for him they would end up here. I didn't know that would happen. I could never intentionally put you in harms way. I care about you-"

"You idiot. You set those guys on his tail and you led them here. Ugh, you stupid-ugh!"

"Bria I'm sorry. I wasn't think straight. I told you I would never intentionally harm you. I love you, Bria," he confess his love for me as he reach to grab me but I flinch back instinctively.

"No you don't or you wouldn't have done that. You are not the guy I thought you were."

"No one ever is."

I cross my arms in front of my small chest. "And what is that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing."

I can't believe Isaiah would do something like that. He's suppose to be the good guy. The one good guy in my life. I understand that he was angry, but to rat out someone I care about to a couple of guys he doesnt even know is just plain stupid. Its just not something you do. That's foul.

I plop down on my bed as I take in everything Isaiah just told me. I'm still finding it hard to believe he would betray my trust with something like this.

The only reason he did was to get back at me. No. I won't allow myself to feel responsible for his actions. This is about him.

"Isaiah I'm so sorry for what I did to you. It wasn't my intenations to get wrapped up in Kenneth's mess. It just happened," I admit.

"I dont know what I'm suppose to say to that because I don't forgive you."

"I'm not asking you to."

"Good," he responds with so much attitude. "Did you fuck him?" He ask abruptly after a long pause. My bottom lip drops to the floor. A pinch on my arm reveals I'm not dreaming. He actually just asked me such a harsh question . Isaiah isn't really a straight forward guy so for him to up and ask me that is shocking.

   His hands form fist and his jaw is set tight. "Just answer the question," He press keeping his eyes glued to the window.

   I clear my suddenly parched throat before answering truthfully. There's no doubt he already knows the truth so it wouldn't make any sense to lie and continue trying to cover it up. "Yes." It doesn't mean I'm not ashamed of what I did. It was wrong of me to sleep with Kenneth while Isaiah and I were together but it happened and there is nothing I can do about that.

   "How could you do something like that to me? And then try to keep it a secret."

   "I tried to talk to you but you didn't want to listen-"

   "That's bullshit. You had every chance to tell me the truth. You just didn't think I was worth that much. You're too busy stuck up under Kenneth's ass."

   My blood begins to boil as I listen to everything he's saying, against my best interest . "Get out," I demand, extending a perfectly manicured finger towards the door. The dimly lit room cast a shadow of my finger on the wall. The fast ticking of the clock a perfect example of the fast pace of my heart.

Isaiah's eyebrows knit together. A sly grin on his pink lips. "Are you...afraid...of me?"

No more silence.

Gulp.

"No. But you might want to be out of here before Kenneth's boys see you and get the wrong idea." If you know what I mean.

"That's who's men they are? Huh. Well I'm sure they won't be a problem anymore."

"What do you mean? Isaiah, what do you mean?"

His eyes become low and empty as he stares back at me. Almost like starring into two empty holes. All the life is drained from them. Within the blink of an eye Isaiah comes charging at me and knocks me down on the bed. His hands form a firm grip on my shoulders. "You are a fucking bitch. I was willing to give you everything but after all the time I spent on you you went back to him when he came calling." His voice is low and if it weren't for the close proximity I probably wouldn't be able to hear him.

   Strong hands travel up to my neck and form a vice-like grip. I try to scream but my attempts are to no avail. I can already feel myself start to get light headed. My small hands come down over his's as they work to free my neck from this pain. I can already feel myself slipping away, the darkness consuming me. No time to think. No time to react. My hands fall at each side, unable to fight him off. This is it. This is the moment my life flash before my eyes and I recall the best memories and think of all the things I wanted to do with my life but will never be able to. This is the moment where my life ends.