Working sucks. It's boring, I'm tired and people are generally rude. Have you ever heard the saying that the customer is always right. That's BS the customer is wrong about 95% of the time. Besides the night has been slow, no paperwork to do at the firm, construction was just screwing drywall to the bases, now McDonalds. Yet another entitled middle aged prick asking to speak to the manager.
After what feels like forever my shift ends and I climb into the truck. I've been anxious the entire time that Ashton has been with Rico. He can be blunt and hasn't had much social interaction in a while. Besides that, I'm pretty sure I left underwear and other laundry all around the house. I get in the truck when a sudden wave of panic hits me. I don't even know what it was, can't explain it but something bad was going to happen to Ashton. I was just totally and 100% sure of it. I hit the gas harder and race over to my apartment. I park badly but it doesn't matter because I need to get up the our flat. I take all of the stairs two at a time.
If she's okay I'll look like a mad man. I'm sweating, anxious and clammy. But I know that she won't be and that sounds crazy even to me. To just assume that this feeling is anymore than paranoia from what happened to Rico is crazy. When I turn up the stairs and see our door open my heart slingshots into my throat before plummeting to my stomach.
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