Caught In Between

XIII. The Unexpected Visitor

I continued staring at the front door that Asher walked out of for a while. I'm not sure how long I stood there just looking at the door, hoping it would open and that he would walk back inside and accept my apology. I don't blame him for walking out that door. I also don't blame him for not accepting my apology in the first place. If I were in his situation, I'm not sure how I would feel. He opened up to me about so much, and I still kept so many secrets from him. I shouldn't have let him open up to me in the first place. For that, I'll always feel guilty.

The door opens and the small shred of hope I had that Asher would walk back through vanished when I saw Josh instead. How do people stay getting into my fucking house? I don't even make a move to say anything to Josh. I don't feel like talking to him again. I was already exhausted from school, stressing about the text message, worrying about Asher's whereabouts, the gym and now the fight with Asher. I can't handle having a conversation with fucking Josh right now.

He looks around the house and sees me looking at the door over the banister. "Well, if it isn't my girl."

"Look, I'm really fucking tired right now. Can you please reschedule this wack ass conversation for another day?"

"Would you like me to spend the night and keep you some company? I saw pretty boy run out of here looking pretty fucking angry. What did you do to him? I know you haven't always been the best companion."

"I'm kindly asking you to fuck off. Come back in a few days, hopefully then I'll have enough energy for this conversation. Please show yourself out."

He's about to make some fucking stupid comment, but Ty walks through the door. He looks at Josh, a small look of disgust on his face, and then he looks back up at me.

"Get the fuck out." Is all Ty says while looking over at Josh, then back to me.

"I'm just here to fucking comfort her after that bitch just stormed out of here all fucking angry. He probably fucking hit her too."

"Josh, he did not fucking hit me. Please, go. I don't want to have this conversation right now. Or ever."

"Brooke, listen. I just want to talk-" He's cut off when Ty punches him straight in the fucking jaw. Ouch.

"Now do us all a favor and fucking leave." Ty steps out of the way of the door, opens it and motions for Josh to leave. Huffing, Josh walks out the door with his hand pressed against his jaw. Pussy. Ty closes the door, and looks back up to me on top of the banister.

"I could've done that." I commented.

"I know. Why the fuck was he even here?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm just tired, I'm not gonna lie."

"What happened?"

I really trust Ty. If I were to tell anyone about my past with Josh, it would be Ty. Just that simple look of concern embedded in his face and asking if I'm okay, made me decide to finally open up to someone for the first time.

"Can I talk to you about something? It's a really long story, but I'd really like to tell you about what happened in San Francisco." I nervously fidget with my pajama bottom string and avoid eye contact with him.

"Of course you can. I'll meet you in your room and we can talk." I nervously smile at him before walking back into my room. The smell of alcohol still slightly lingers in the room from when Asher was in here and I'm reminded of how I had ruined any fucking chance of anything happening with Asher. I take a seat on my bed and wait for Ty to walk into my room.