I'm Married To Pain

Chapter 23

Tyler's POV

I slammed the door shut. There must be someone, someone so influential who can cover all of our traces to Gina. And I'm sooo damn mad now. So mad!

"What's with the face?" Cassidy came.

We are sharing a house now and she freaks me out everytime.

"Can you not knock?" I said, irritated.

She looked at me with a questioning face. "Why would I? I came here first. You didn't even knock before coming in."

I shut my mouth from the embarassment. But no! I will not let her win. "Whatever! This is my house."

"And my house too."

"This is my room! Can you please get out of here?!!!" I shouted. Of course I'm playing with her. I love it when I have childish conversations with her.

"This is our room, Tyler. Please stop this nonsense and have dinner with me." She demanded.

I instantly hugged her and pulled her to bed. "Oh right. Dinner in bed."

I really don't understand why I have to do this knowing Gina still has my whole soul. But Cassidy and our parents put me to this. I don't think I can refuse to take advantage.

But seriously. Every fvcking time I mess my bed up with this b*tch, I secretly wish it was Gina. Shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have. I should have fought for her because she deserves it. I was plainly stupid and confused at that time. Of course she did something stupid to Cassidy too.

"What's wrong?" She pulled herself back. Afraid of losing what I can have tonight, I just kissed her passionately, not saying or explaining a thing. She doesn't care. Yes. She doesn't care even if she's hurting.

*** Ashley's POV

Tired, I went home, straight to Jansen's room. He's peacefully sleeping so I just jumped in his bed and stayed there.

A tear fell from my eyes. And another. And another.

I sniffed and that's when I realized I have to leave Jansen alone or he'll hear me crying.

Where will I sleep? In the theater room? In the wine cellar? But Jared will find out that I knew about his relationship with Stacy.

After what I saw yesterday, I don't think I can hold my tears in from of him. Good thing I didn't see him this morning.

But what choice do I have?

I found myself in our dimlit room, standing just infront of the mirror. Staring at nothing but an unrecognized reflection of a tired lady. Her pretty face covered with pain, you can barely see it.

"What are you staring at?" He hugged me from my back.

His scent was always been my favorite but not now. It's a mixture of a pleasant perfume and alcohol. And alcohol all over. It got me dizzy.

I stood there but my knees were already jelly. My eyes are already wet with tears. My heart keeps stabbing itself with it's own flesh and it hurts. I hate it. Whatever this is I am feeling, I hate it.

His warm lips fell in my shoulder, making me shiver a little. I fell in his arms. He was still holding me, supporting me.

I tried to move his hands but he just turned me around and slammed my back against the mirror gently.

"What were you staring at?" He asked again. This time, more rough.

I just stared at his eyes. I might not be able to hold my tears any longer. "My ugly little self."