Sugar Daddy ➮ Simon Minter ✓

32: "i'm sorry."

ashlee's pov

"ashlee?" the familiar voice of simon catches my attention. i look over at him and sigh. "what's going on?" i ask as i stand up from his bed. "i'm sorry." he replies with the look of sadness and guilt. "for what?" i ask, confused. "for everything. for dragging you into this mess." simon says as he stands in front of me. i sigh, "don't be sorry si. you didn't drag me into anything. i came into this on my own accord."  i say as i grab his hands. he sighs and averts his eyes to somewhere else. 

"look at me." i demand. he looks straight into my eyes. "tell me what's going on." i beg. i deserve to know. they're my friends. heck, he's my fucking boyfriend now. he sighs again. "all you need to know is that a lot of bad shit has happened, and that it's too dangerous for you to stay." simon mutters out. "l-l-like what?" i ask, struggling to get the words out. "i can't say." simon mutters. "please simon." i beg. "i can't. i'm sorry." he apologizes.

"w-what are we gonna do then?" i ask. "not we. you. you're gonna go far away from here. and i mean far away." simon says. i shake my head, "i'm not leaving you. i refuse." i say as i let go of his hands and cross my arms. "babe, you have no choice here." simon sighs. "you can't make me leave." i say as i sit back down on his bed. "ashlee, stop this. we haven't got time." simon says pretty sternly. "then let me stay with you!" i exclaim as i stand back up. "it's too dangerous!" simon yells. "i can look after myself you know!" i yell back. "no, ashlee, you don't understand." simon groans. "that's because you ain't telling me shit." i point out. "because i don't wanna scare you away!" simon exclaims. "simon, the only thing that scares me right now is loosing you, or you getting seriously hurt." i sigh.

simon heavily sighs as he looks away from me for a moment. he then looks back at me, "i-i'm sorry." he mutters out. "si-" "just leave, ashlee." simon cuts me off. i sigh. "bu-" "leave." simon says as he points to the door. i sigh again. "if that's what you want." i mutter before walking out the bedroom door, and towards the front door.