Guilty Pleasure

Rayne's POV

  It's been a year. One year since I met the love of my life. Ashton is at collage of course. I couldn't get him to miss a day even for this. He loves me. He just loves his dream of becoming a successful lawyer more. I mean I don't blame him. If I had a dream that big I'd love the thought of it.

  I don't have dreams. I don't have musical,  artistic, or athletic talent. I'm not verry smart. So, besides working at Dollar General, what would I be good at? I've already been through that list. The only other thing im good at is taking care of Ashton and breathing. When he comes home from school, dinner will be ready then we'll go out.

   Im really against him getting drunk. I've only whitnessed that once, and it wasn't good for me. Yes, he hit me. Big deal? No. People hit people all the time. He was drunk anyway. Hitting me dosen't change the fact that we love eachother.

Ashton's POV

  Another long day at work. Life is working out well for me. I have an adveragely pretty girlfriend and almost a degree. Once I have my degree, me and Rayne will marry and have children. Every time I think about marriage it just makes me remember Samantha. Rayne and I met a year ago. We started dating 10 months ago. I ended it with Samantha about a week ago. Rayne will never know about Samantha. I'm almost home. I need to get drunk tonight.

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Rayne's POV

  Ashton insists on going out. While he's in the shower I walk over to my closet. All I see hanging there are the bright colored clothes Ashton insists I wear. But, in the bottom of my closent sits a bag of all my black clothes and make-up. I'll never get rid of it. I grab a some skinny jeans and a nice top. I brush my blonde hair and put minimal make-up on. Im ready. Now I'll just help Ashton.

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"Just come inside. Don't cause a comotion, or we'll get kicked out." I tried to calm him. Guess who's drunk.

"Don't you fucking boss me around." he slurs but still comes inside. Yeah, he's a mad drunk, but he's also a sleepy drunk. I get him inside and sit him down on the couch. I go to fetch him a glass of water. I come back and he's almost asleep. He takes a drink, almsot spilling it. He lays down and I think he falls asleep. I go to untie his shoes. He sits up with bloodshot eyes.

"I'm not a child," he hiccups, "I can do it." and like I predicted, I feel a sharp pain on my cheek. I fall to the ground. He looks satisfied and lays back down. He loves me. He's just drunk. He'd never hit me sober.

  I grab my coat. After slipping it on, I leave the apartment. I walk slowly down the steps letting the cool March air numb my face. I reach the bottom and lean against a wall. On the other half of the complex I see the usual drug dealers. I'm not in the mood for trouble. I decide to just walk back up.

"You don't have to leave." says one of them licking his lips. He's high as a kite.

"Just leave her alone." says one with bright red hair. His Australian accent matches Ashton's. Small world.

"Alright Michael, but that one could have been a real good time. " I share a moment of eye contact with the one I asume is Michael before walking back up the stairs. I guess I'll just go to bed. Nice Friday night.

~Author's Note~

So that was chapter one. How was it??? Please vote and comment negative or not. I won't set a vote goal because it's the first chapter. Thanks for reading!!! I know it's short, but I'm tiered. Update coming soon!!!

-Madi✌