Anonymous | Ashton Irwin |

Hate The Way You Lie

There I was; sitting in the dark, little closet that Ashton pushed me into. When Ashton's room became quiet, I didn't want to make a sound from my sobbing. So I shut my eyes, covered my ears, bring my knees onto my chest, and breathe heavily.

Suddenly, a sound of the bed creaked and then a thud of a pair of someone's feet stepping on the floor. I stop breathing heavily.

Then I uncover my ears to hear Allison say,"What is that noise that I keep on hearing, Ashton?"

I hear Ashton play it off,"What noise? I don't hear anything."

She didn't buy it, I can tell that she was coming closer to the closet,"Well I heard something and I certainly do not believe you that you might be framing me."

Ashton chuckled,"Now why would I do such a thing if I have barely caught up hearing you quit your job? I have not heard from you since years ago, Allison. Now don't waste your time on nothing."

"Ashton?!" I hear her calling him as she is right in front of the door. A twist of the knob and a swing open wide. Allison quickly search the top half of the area, then the bottom half. She grabbed me by the upper arm and scolded,"Come here!" I get up and let her drag me into Ashton's room as she yells at him,"Ashton?! You had another hooker in here?!"

I stand myself up. A hooker? Me?! Well I am not wearing my shirt. Maybe that's why she assumes.

He basically ignored her question and remarked,"So you didn't quit your job, I see. How much is that going to cost me?"

I look at her with a scared stare, and back to Ashton with a scare and confusion.

"B- That's not the point! Who the hell is she, Ashton?!" she proceeds to demand his answer.

I want to see where this is getting to when he is around her.

He stays silent with his poker face as if he is trying to calm down before he answers her,"She is my roommate, Allison. Not a hooker. Now how much is that going to cost me?"

Allison let go of me,"Sorry about that."

"That's okay." I responded, timidly. I go to Ashton's drawer and grab a random T-shirt, and leave the room.

Wait, does this mean that I have to make breakfast for them both now?

I stop and turn around,"Would you guys like me to make you some breakfast?"

What the hell am I doing? Now I am just being an ass-kisser!

"Yeah make me a crossaint samdwich." Allison ordered.

Ashton talked to her like if she was crazy, which she is,"What do we look like to you? A fancy restaurant? You know that I do not have that kind of food in here."

She semi-yelled at him,"Well maybe you should have stopped by a better grocery store and learned how to cook, instead of having your roommate to do it for you!"

He yelled back at her,"My roommate doesn't even know how to cook, either! So shut the hell up or leave, you freeloading whore!"

Then Allison and Ashton were both arguing back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth about this drama that I have no clue, neither do I want to be involved in. So I just went downstairs to the kitchen so I can make breakfast for me and Ashton only.

10 minutes later of making some french toast, Ashton's room became quiet. Did they finally stop fighting? Suddenly I hear the bed squeaking... dear gosh, is that seriously how sex sounds like?!

When I was almost done with all the french toast for us two -since I do not know if she is going to stay-, they both came down here and into the kitchen. Then Allison sat herself down in the island as she looked started eating MY french toast. Of course to be fair, she didn't know that it was mine. But to be fair with myself, I am no slave!