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Chapter Eleven
I've finally brought myself to talk about that day. I truly didn't ever want to write about but in order for this story to work, I need to.
Don't worry there will be plenty of more flashbacks I just want to (need to) get this off my chest.
So we were 27. The night before we officially were splitsville I came home late. I was at the pub getting a load off.
You've had been talking about having a baby with my mom for a while now and frankly, I was getting sick of it.
I wanted the old us back when we could have fun and just not worry about anything. I understand you wanted a child but I didn't.
Not until recently. I was thinking about it and I honestly wouldn't mind a set of messy curls running around our now empty apartment.
Sorry off topic, well we got to saying things and I ended up telling you to leave that I wasn't up for discussion that'd we do it tomorrow.
You tried walking up the stairs of our flat but I pointed you towards the door. I didn't want you in my site.
Well, one thing leads to another and I was up all night smoking pot it had to of been about ten o'clock when you knocked on my door?
You yelled at me, half the shit I couldn't comprehend because of the amount of weed I had in my system.
"Are you even listening to me, Ashton?" You said slapping my chest, no. I couldn't tell you no so I just said: "go".
You told me no and proceeded to throw my bong on the floor. You trash nearly the entire apartment in outrage.
"Grace what the hell. Can you chill?" I yelled at you and you started to toss my messy dishes on the floor.
"I've been chill for way too long ash. I'm tired of waiting. It's been seven years Ashton! We have been dating for seven years and you're going to sit here and think I will be chill?" You scream.
"I wanted a baby during my mid twenty fives, I wanted a ring before then! I'm tired of waiting, waiting for you" you look back at me.
My head hurt and I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Get the hell out of my apartment," I tell you trying to keep my cool.
I'm too high for this I can't have a civil conversation while you were angry and I'm stoned.
"Yours? I paid half the rent for this shit hole, " you told me.
"Well, my name is the only one on the lease so get the hell out!" I barked. I started my journey to the couch I was previously lounging on.
"I can't believe you're actually high right now. You are either too drunk or too high to listen god damn it Ashton can you get your shit together for once " you tell me and that's when I finally had enough.
I swung at you, I don't remember it clearly. It was a reflex and I couldn't believe it happened. "Grace" I try to help. You grabbed your cheek.
"I told you to go. I'm so sorry I was just angry" I tell you and the disappointment soon turned into anger.
You attacked me, throwing your fist and hands at me. I wrapped you in my arms trying to calm you down.
"You have to go Grace," I tell you as you start to cry in my embrace.
"Please just go," I tell you with tears in my eyes and as that was said you left. You walked out that door just like you did many times. The only difference was you never did come back.
