Bad At Love | Halsey

No Police

I hear the door slam. "Ash?" I call, drying my hands and looking toward the doorway.

We've basically been living together for the last two weeks, and most likely, at some point or another, she's just going to officially move in to my apartment.

"Ash?" I call again when she doesn't answer. I go toward the door, exiting the kitchen. She's by the door, looking down. Her blue hair is shielding her face, and I can immediately tell that something's wrong.

I go over to her and reach for her. She pulls away suddenly, her entire body jerking back. I flinch in surprise, and I take a step back. She doesn't look up.

"Ashley?" I ask softly, and she sniffles. She's crying. "What's wrong? What happened?" I feel slightly panicked. What's going on?

"Nothing," she responds, but I know she's lying.

"Show me your face," I demand, touching her shoulder despite her protests. I lift her chin with my hand, and my heart nearly stops. My mouth falls open in shock, and I can't breathe. Her left eye is bruised, the skin around it colored a deep purple. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who did this to her.

"I'm fine," she finally says, her eyes flickering to meet mine.

"No, you're not," I respond before grabbing her hand and promptly pulling her into the kitchen. "Sit," I order, and she sits down at the table. I go over to the fridge, getting some ice out of the freezer before putting it on the table. I walk into the bathroom to grab a clean towel, and when I return, Ash is looking down at the ground.

I sigh as I wrap the ice with the towel before handing it to her. "What happened?" I sit down across from her. When she doesn't move, only holding the ice in her hand and staring at it, I let out a breath. "I swear, Ashley, if you don't fucking ice that—"

She immediately moves the ice to her eye, and I fall silent. She won't look at me, although her right side is closer to me. I chew my lip nervously, wishing she would just tell me what happened.

"Ash, what happened?" I ask after what feels like forever—in reality, it's only about two minutes.

She sighs, finally turning toward me slightly. She looks up, meeting my eyes for a moment before looking down once more. "Grant."

"I know it was him. I'm asking what happened," I respond. She clenches her fist, digging her nails into her palm, and I reach forward, covering her hand with mine. "You can tell me."

"I ran into him," she begins, and I let out a breath. "We started arguing. He wanted me back, but I told him no. One thing let to another, and he punched me," she says quickly, and I furrow my brow.

The way she said it. It was weird. But then again, she just got punched in the face. Who wouldn't be a little weird?

"Is this enough to call the police? Can I call—" I start to get up.

She cuts me off. "No!" She sounds frantic, almost. Her right eye is widened, as most likely is her left. She's halfway standing at this point, and I furrow my brow as I sit down again. She seems to relax slightly. "No police," she says, and I lace my hands together.

"Why not?"

"I can't. I just can't. Please don't call them." She moves forward, suddenly pressing her lips to mine. I can't think straight anymore, and I find myself agreeing.

"No police."

A/N

sorry for being so bad at updating!! I finally got my driver's license tho woooooo