"Where the fuck have you been?", is the first words growled at me as I step foot inside our little apartment.
"Work." I reply with a blank face.
"FUCK." Tyler screams in exasperation.
I walk down the slim hallway, ignoring Tyler's pleas. He is in one of his moods.
"Ashton get you're ass back here, and tell me where you have been!"
I shut the autumn coloured door quietly, and turn the lock. Soon Tyler will go back to his place on the couch where it dips in from being sat on so many times, he will fall asleep with a empty beer can in his grasp, and the next morning I will slip out the front door back to my little safe house on the corner of 5th and Jensen.
Quickly, I abandon my socks on the concrete floor and toss my "uniform" on a nearby chair. The AC kicks on and goosebumps invade my ivory skin.
I crawl into bed, with the lights already out. Then snatch up my favorite book, a copy of Atonement, while snuggling myself deeper and deeper into the sheets.
***
Light floods the tiny room, as I squint the clock becomes clear.
8:48 am.
Shit.
I jump out of bed, creating a collision between my big tow and the nightstand. Ouch. That doesn't stop me from limping to the bathroom. I strip from my pajamas and nearly fall into the running water contained by the tub. After soaping up and drying off, I brush my teeth and comb my dark chocolate hair out of it's rat's nest.
In a rush my hair gets thrown up into a messy bun, which looks somewhat descent.Still frantic, I brush on a little mascara and concealer, toss on the same uniform from yesterday, and grab my backpack.
Before I sneak out the door, I glance at Ty. He is snoring quietly, with his mouth slightly ajar. My heart aches at the thought of once loving someone so cruel.
But before my thoughts and feelings can consume my sensible reasoning I slip out of the front door.
