The Anonymous

Chapter 15: The Right-Wing of the Penthouse

This chapter deals with triggering topics.. If this chapter makes you feel uneasy, then don't read it. The next few chapters will further reinforce some of the topics discussed in this one.

****5:00 AM I awoke feeling groggy, I decided to step out and make some tea before returning back to bed. Whenever I awake in the morning, I'm almost always partially-blind. I stepped out into the entertainment room, first bumping into a couch and then a chair.

****Ouch! I voiced out loud. I went to the kitchen and made tea. The floor was so cold I regretted not bringing my slippers.

"Up early?" A voice came from the darkness. I turn my head to see a tall figure in the living room. I utilized the light of the refrigerator to get a better view. "Ashton?" my voice cracked trying to pronounce his name.

He was wearing a grey-white hoodie, training-tights with shorts over and sneakers. "Do you always work out this early?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," returning to check on my tea.

Ashton walked up closer to me. I instinctively backed-up creating distance between us.

A moment of silence transpired between us, as he looked down at me. I couldn't tell what face he was making because of the darkroom, "Aeon, what's wrong"

"Nothing, I just want to make my tea."

He reached out to touch me but I flinched almost knocking over the teapot.

"What's wrong, are you afraid of me now?"

"Shouldn't I be?"

"No, Aeon." Rubbing his hand throw his hair.

"Because what happened last night was really fucked up Ashton."

I know, sometimes I get carried away."

"Well, you need to control yourself. You're a grown man, I know you're aware of how to articulate your frustrations without hurting me."

"I wasn't trying to hurt you, Aeon"

"Then, what were you trying to do? Sex should be about pleasure and wanting to further your connection with someone."

Alright. I'm sorry I overstepped.

"If that's what turns you on, I'm telling you now, I'm the wrong girl." I poured out a cup of tea for myself." Before turning to Ashton. "Do you want some?"

"Sure."

Moments passed by before we both said anything. Ashton was the first to break the silence. "Why did you put your head underwater Aeon?" "What were you doing?"

"I was just tired." "I'm not suicidal if that's what you're assuming." "Sometimes, when I have a lot on my plate or when the world is too stressful, It's nice to find a place where all that noise and all that stress is silenced." "So, I take baths. Sometimes, I wet my hair by putting my head under the water just for a minute, I wasn't trying to kill myself."

"I just don't think you should  play on the edge."

"You're being overprotective again."

" I just don't want anything to happen to you."

"Oh please, stop acting as you care about me." I stood up from the stool and placed my cut in the sink and went to my room. As I tried to close the door, Ashton placed his foot in the door blocking me from closing it. Entering my quarters without an invite.

"I do care." he countered.

"No, you don't, any chance you get you to try to violate me." You don't even have respect for me." You can jump off a roof for all I care."

Ashton's head shot up fast, his green eyes seem to eliminate, even in the dimly-lit room. I could feel his rage and it unnerved me."Didn't I tell you to never say that to me?" He said walking towards me causing me to fall-back on the bed.

"To never say what," I uttered through gritted teeth. "Ashton, get off me please," I yelled.

He sank himself lower into me. Ashton began kissing and sucking on my neck furiously, causing me to moan and squirm under him. Ashton was talent in making me forget about everything when he kissed me; the way he could dominate and change my mood with a touch or kiss was surreal to me.

I was confused by his switch in moods. He broke away from me trying to gather himself. He stood paring down at me, while simultaneously taking off his tuxedo until he was in his boxers and t-shirt. He laid back on top of me kissing me on my lips aggressively. My hands traveled from his curly soft hair to his chest, as I gently pushed him away. Continuously violating my mouth with his tongue. I moved my face rejecting him. I was mentally drained by him. I just couldn't understand how someone could be so confusing. He turned to kiss me once more, I moved my face bushing gently against his wet cheek.  I looked directly into his teary eyes, placing a hand on his face.

"Ashton, Are you cr----  my words were cut short by his...Ashtons voice peered through the darkness of the room sending goosebumps up my arms. "Do you want to know what happened to my mother?"

She was beautiful and talented. My mother was an interior designer. She has design thousands of homes for many prominent families and even designed the family penthouse-apartment. She reinvented Escada. Mother's busy work schedule did not stop her from spending time with Erica and me. Especially, when father was away we did so many things together like shopping, going to different restaurants, we saw all the latest movies, she played in the park with us. It wasn't always just fancy extravagant things; the simplest things were always what I remember about my childhood,  and those memories always involve my mother. She made us feel normal.

Ashton turned to me looking into my eyes. I ran my hands through his soft curly hair trying to comfort him.

I don't know if you've seen it but on the right-wing of the penthouse, we have this large balcony area. It's near Erica's room. The view is amazing, it was once one of my favorite places. Mom kept all kinds of exotic plants there. She referred to it as her "garden in the sky".  Mother and I spend a lot of our time out there, I would play on it, pretending I was the king of NYC and mother would tend to her plants. On a rainy afternoon, she asked me if I wanted to join her on the terrace. I refused because I was upset, you see she would not let me go over to my friend Bradley's apartment, due to the rain. She rubbed my hair looked at me sadly and went to the balcony.

I stayed in the was living room watching television.  Hours passed I must have watched four episodes of scooby-doo by and mom didn't come back yet. I walked to the terrace but she wasn't there. I remember sitting on the floor waiting for her to walk through the double doors, quietly, waiting. I felt a hand on my head. I turned up happily thinking it was her. I wanted to tell her I wasn't mad anymore. My smile faded as I realized it was only my father, staring down at us with red eyes. There were two police officers in the background. Erica was in the far back shaking. I didn't understand.

He told me that mother took her own life, she jumped off.  It makes no sense to me, her life was perfect. She didn't seem depressed. I know I was young, but she seemed so happy, her life was perfectly balanced. She had everything. I will never understand, but I've always wanted to know why? Why did she jump? Why did she leave me? Ashton's teary eyes dripped on my face as he was still on top of me. He lowed himself down and hugged me.

"I could literally feel the hurt, pain, confusion, and torture resonating in Ashton's voice. He never forgave himself, for what happened to his mother. The fact that he never got to say goodbye.

"Ashton, I'm so sorry." "I didn't know." Tears fell from my eyes. as I heard his story. I cried into his chest as he buried himself over me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I didn't know". I cried myself to sleep in Ashton's arms. I guess we both did.