The Road to....Somewhere???

Lindsey

Logan's p.o.v.

It's been 6 weeks since Ashley's accident.

Those first couple of weeks were hell. For her more than me, but they took there toll on the both of us. It forced us to see little things that we hadn't seen before about each other. Nothing to serious. No deal breakers or anything, but just realizing that the person you love isn't always perfect.

With a lack of good, uninterrupted sleep, she saw my grumpy side. For someone so active to be forced to do nothing, I saw her become increasingly agitated at every little thing. Like I said, nothing big. Just things that everyone eventually learns about their significant other. Being forced to be with each other every second of the day only seemed to intensify our irritability. It was ok, though. We managed, and unlike any other relationship I had ever had, we actually talked about those things, so we were able to come to an understanding.

Things were better now. They got better when I went back to work, and now that Ash's cast was off, things were much better. Cassie and Erin had spent a good deal of time at the house when Ashley finally felt like seeing them. Cassie's hate for me lessened with every visit. I think seeing me take care of Ashley, and seeing that I was nothing like Sarah, helped the situation tremendously.

I got a little more insight into Ash and Sarah's relationship on those visits as well. Ashley never really spoke about it. I don't know if it was to painful, or if we just didn't feel a need to bring it up. Cassie, however, had no problem badmouthing Ashley's ex. She told a story one day that really got to me. It was also the first time I heard the story of the death of Ash's parents.

When Ashley's parents died, it devastated her, understandably. It was all a freak accident, really. It happened close to Christmas. The two had decided to take a trip, out of town. Chattanooga Tennessee was beautiful that time of year, and they wanted a few days to themselves. They had went, and had a good time. They sent Ashley pictures, and kept in contact over the three days they were gone. They were due back Monday morning, but they never let Ashley know they made it home.

She had called, and texted, to no avail. Late Monday night, she received a phone call. It was the Tennessee police informing her there had been an accident, and her parents had been killed. An 18 wheeler had crossed over into their lane, and they had died instantly. They hadn't suffered. 

The day of the funeral, Sarah had started one of the couples biggest fights of their relationship. She had accused Ashley of not loving her, because she had been ignoring her, and focusing solely on the tragedy at hand. Sarah didn't even go to the funeral. She h shown her true colors that day. I had heard a little about her selfish nature, but that was beyond selfish. It was cruel. This also gave my a new perspective on Cassie's feelings towards me. If my best friend had been treated like that by someone, I would be very leery about anybody else that tried to be a part of her life. 

I realized then that only time would bridge the gap between the two of us. Time, and me showing her that I was not and could not be that way to Ashley. The way I felt about Ash would never allow me to be even remotely that way to her, about anything.

Obviously Sarah wouldn't let Ash have a life either. She couldn't go out with her friends, or do anything that did not involve Sarah, except work. She had even spent part of her day checking up on Ash. Constantly trying to find Ashley doing something wrong, or lying about her whereabouts.

This made me feel extremely guilty. No one knew about the circumstances that had occured right before Ashley's accident, or about the way I had acted afterwards. I hadn't been much better than Sarah at that moment. I felt a little disgusted with myself. I vowed then that I would always trust her. I had no reason not to. Only reasons to trust her with everything, was I given. That's what I would do.

Today was Ashley's first day back working. I was worried about her, but I didn't want to hover or treat her like a child. I told her to call or text if she needed me, but I wasn't going to bother her. I didn't want her to think I didn't think she was capable. 

I was at work now, and I just had a confrontation with one of my managers. I had told them several times to get a certain project done, and it still wasn't completed. I knew that if it didn't get done soon, I was going to be in trouble. I was irritated, to say the least.  

"Uggh, I am not in the mood." I say as the phone on my desk rings. I couldn't ignore it. Even if I wanted to. "Logan." 

"Logan, you have a visitor. Are you busy?" I recognized the voice as Traci. I wanted to say I was, but thought better of it. This was business and I had to be professional, no matter what was going on.

"Yeah. Send them back here." I began tidying my desk up, and fixing myself. I needed to be pulled together for whoever it was. Hearing a knock on the door, I tell the visitor to come in. My back is to the door, my eyes on my computer. When I turn around, my heart stops beating, and my breathing ceases. 

This could not be happening.

"Lindsey?!"