Better Than I Know Myself (2nd book)

Chapter 24- You don't feel the same way...

Tommy's POV

"Ashley wai--" I got up and luckily, the girl got off me. She didn't look like she was sorry though. Actually, she even gave me a smirk and walked to another guy.

Ugh. Hoes.

My eyes searched the room for Ashley. It took me a while to see that she was already at the exit. That was pretty quick.

Well no shit Tommy, I don't think anyone who walks out strolls away fancily.

I chased after her, which was pretty hard. People kept bumping into me hard. Some guys offered me shots, putting their arms around me like we were best of friends already. It was also degrading cause most of them were really taller than me and I felt like a girl because of it. Some girls kept flirting with me and bumping their bodies into mine.

God! Just let me out of here.

I was nervously sweating and my heart was beating out of my chest.

Shit. What have I done? Ashley....

I finally go out of the club and I looked from left to right to see where she went. After another look with my blurry vision, I spotted her walking down the street very quickly.

"Wait! Ashley!" I ran after her.

She turned her head around and when she saw that it was me, she immediately started running too.

Okay... Basically, trying to call her wasn't the best idea.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath and started to run faster.

I finally caught up to her after a few blocks and I immediately grabbed her arm.

"Let go, Tommy!" She wailed.

"No, baby just listen to me--" I struggled to keep her still.

I hugged her tight to keep her calm. She kept striking my chest with her fists while sobbing terribly loud. Just hearing her cry like that... And knowing it's because of me... It broke my heart into a million pieces.

"Get off me!" she sobbed, trying to push me away.

Gladly, there were no people on the streets. Because at our situation, they would probably think that I'm raping Ashley.

She finally stopped and just sobbed.

"Ashley, I'm sorry..." I held her face, wiping away the tears.

"How could you, Tommy? How?!" she cried, her voice shaking with anger. She looked at me with her eyes that were filled with tears.

"Look, just hear me out--" I held her hand and rubbed it.

"No!" she snapped her arm from my grasp.

She gave me a glare, her face wet with tears.

She tried to hold it back but after a few seconds, she slapped my face.

My face started o burn up with heat and pain.

"I can't believe you could do this Tommy..." she walked closer to me, looking up at my eyes. " I tried to be... the best partner for you. I tried not to care if you went to clubs, or flirt with girls for the media, or kiss your fucking best friend!"

She was totally shaking.

I was shaking.... Shaking with sadness and guilt. And because she slapped me so hard.

"But don't you know that everytime you do that, I'm dying slowly inside. I just-- tried to give you space cause... I mean, this is showbiz we're talking about. And I didn't want to strangle you. I wanted you to live your life happily..."

"Because I love you Tommy..." she said with a sob.

With those words, my heart felt like it was stabbed a hundred times. I just wanted to go back and change the things I've done.

"But I guess you don't feel the same way." her voice changed suddenly to an angry tone, and she walked away.