The Anonymous

Chapter 21:The Road To Honesty

I stared up exploring the various designs on the ceiling. The beautiful lavender flowers covered the walls with hints of light green outlining each well-crafted design. Extraordinary, I gazed up amazed taking in the intricate yet overwhelmingly, yet, sublet detailing. The designs brought about different feelings of wonder and mystery "what's with Ashton's mother and the color green." I remembered Ashton telling me she was an interior designer. Obviously she did a splendid job, but I couldn't get over the allure behind the decor the symbolism and allegory of it all. This room, although highly decorative and massive in its grandeur was extremely different from the grayish marble, glacier-us, cold-theme that coated the rest of the Belmont penthouse. The green designs willed my mind back to Ashton. Green was starting to become my favorite color. I was sickened by my own thoughts.

Desperate to escape from my mind and an infectious desire to keep thinking about Ashton. I rose from the bed and peaked down the spiraling staircase. I crept down the stairs to peek down the corridor. A tired Ashton was seated on the kitchen island, eyes focused heavily on his laptop screen. I decided to give up and return to the guest room falling into a deep, deep, dark slumber.

I must have wakened up around 12:00 pm. The sun was shining directly throw the french doors. I felt pretty good. Out of everything, I loved and hated about this whole ordeal. I loved Ashton's penthouse. I loved the guest room; I love feeling like a guess in a hotel. The room was spotless, the towels were freshly washed everything was perfect. In the mornings I would leave a semi-messy room only to return to a spotlessly clean room. I felt like a princess and I didn't want it to end. The mornings were always so calm and comfortable. An empty palace. You'd almost forget a miserable man dwells here. I proceed downstairs and though the corridor. I notice the massive status place long side the hallway was gone. The corridor actually looked even more massive like in an unnecessary way. I looked down at my bandaged wrist. "Did he get rid of them for me?" The question arose in my mind but I immediately shook it off. "Of course not."

Making my way to the kitchen I decided to make myself some breakfast. I bent down into the covered and froze, as I notice this was the wrong covered reserved only for water bottles. The familiar pale pink case grabbed my attention cause all my forgetting thoughts to come back to me. Flashbacks of my past actions willed me to grasp the phone immediately.

"You're up early" Ashton's deep voice scared the shit out of me. At that moment my body was overcome with fear and anxiety.

"Act normal, act normal, act normal," I said to myself. My fingers tightened around the phone. As the thoughts came back in my mind. I left my phone on purpose.

"Are you ok?" he questioned looking into my soul. He's a hard person to fool. I looked away from him.

"Yeah," placing my phone in my back pocket. "Keep it short and sweet" My brain warned.

Ashton hand this unreadable expression on his face as he walked to the refrigerator. Meanwhile, I stood frozen. Get out of there! my mind warned.

"Excuse me," he said calmly.

"What?"

You're blocking the water bottles, what's wrong with you today l. His green eyes stared at me again. Beginning to analyze me. Horrified, I  looked away.

"How's your wrist."
"It, It still hurts." I think I'm going to take a pain killer.

"Let me see it?"

"No," I'm fine really. Nothing a painkiller can't fix."

"Well, I got rid of the sculptures. So you don't have to worry about bumping into anything."

"Oh, how sweet". I said looking around anxiously.

"Are you sure your ok," He stared at me analyzing me.