You Saved Me

Juliet's POV: I was hanging out with the guys in the studio, waiting for Andy to get back, when out of no where we hear tires squeal, a loud metallic crash, then an all too familiar female voice shout out, "ASHLEY FUCKING PURDY! YOU MOTHER FUCKIN', TITTY SUCKIN', TWO BALLED BITCH! WHY?! JUST WHY?! COULD YOU NOT FUCKING SEE ME?! DO YOU NEED YOUR GADDAMNED EYES CHECKED?!"
"Was that Katie?" CC asked, looking towards the door, like all of us were.
"If it was, I hope everyone's okay," Jinxx says, "Sounded like someone either got hit, or almost did."
"Not just someone. Ashley almost hit Katie with his SUV," Andy says, walking into the room, looking really pissed off, "She's cussing him out, and if there's anything left of him by the time she's done, I'm going to cuss his dumb ass out."
"Why?" I ask.
"He's fucking drunk, and driving like a goddamned moron," Andy deadpans, looking me in the eye, then walking over to John and talking quietly to him.
Uh-oh, this is bad. This is really, really bad.
I sigh, then get up from my seat next to John, and walk outside to see Katie screaming at Ashley, and Ashley on the ground, laughing and pointing at her.
"OH! SO THIS IS JUST ALL REALLY FUCKING FUNNY TO YOU?! YOU REALIZE YOU COULD HAVE KILLED NOT ONLY YOURSELF, BUT ME, ANDY, OR SOME OTHER INNOCENT PERSON DRIVING DRUNK LIKE THAT, YOU DUMB FUCK?! I SHOULD JUST KICK YOUR ASS, AND CALL THE FUCKING COPS MYSELF!" she shouts at him.
"You wouldn't do that to me," Ashley slurs at her, between fits of giggles.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DOUCHE BAG FROM HELL!" she shouts, then smacks him in the face.
By the look of shock registered on his face, I take it she hit him hard enough to sober him up a little bit. At least enough that he knew that was far from the norm.
I shake my head at them, then go over and pull Katie away from him, but she hisses through her teeth when I grab hold of her arm.
"J-Juliet!" she gasps, when she realizes it's me, but I can't tear my eyes from her covered arm. Don't tell me...Instead of acknowledging her, I straighten her arm out, and against her will, rip the arm warmer from her left arm to reveal a ton of fresh cuts.
"Katie?" Ashley says in shock, completely sober now, "Katie, why?"
"That's something I'd love to know the answer to as well," I say, finally looking her in the eye, "You took a vow never to do this again. You wear the bracelet to prove it. You were doing so good, but..." I trail off, then release her arm, holding my hands up in surrender, and walk away. I need a moment to calm down now.
Ashley's POV: Once Juliet ripped Katie's arm warmer off, to show all her new cuts, well, it was bye-bye Jack Daniel's, hello a painful shock of reality.
When Juliet's out of the way, I race over to Katie, and try to pull her into my arms, but she pushes me away, screaming that she doesn't need or want my help.
"JUST SHUT UP, WOMAN!" I roar at her, making her freeze in place and stare at me with wide eyes. I watch as she gulps, then I pull her close and say, "We need to talk."
"You're drunk," she argues weakly.
"Not anymore. You pulled me out of that real quick," I murmur, pulling her over to the pool area. When we get there, she takes her shoes off, then dips her toes in the water. I sit next to her, then gently roll the other arm warmer off, and I have to look away. There are so many.
"Go ahead. Scream at me for doing this," she says, looking at me, waiting for me to flip shit on her.
"No," I whisper.
"No? Well then, how about now?" she asked, stripping down to her swimsuit, and I see angry red gashes all over her body. Her arms, stomach, legs, even her fucking back! My jaw hits dirt as I look at them, then gently run my fingers over two that are next to each other on her hip.
She winces when I touch them, so I pull away, then sigh as I realize how much pain she must be in. I swallow back my lunch that threatens to make a second appearance, then carefully, gently pull her to me again.
"I'm not mad," I say, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear, "I'm just...confused. Why?"
She's quiet for a long time, and as I'm getting ready to ask her again, she says, "Because I'm a fucking moron."
"You're not a moron," I state firmly, yet gently.
"Yes, I am. Do you know why I cried singing Demons that night?" she asked, taking me off guard once again.
"No," I tell her.
"It's because that's you and me. When he sings, 'They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I wanna save that light. I can't escape this now, unless you show me how'. That's how I feel about you," she says, and I see tears pool in her eyes, "I love you so much, but I'm afraid to hurt you."
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but you hurt me pretty damn bad when you walked off yesterday. Then again, I hurt you too. I should have respected you more. You were right about that," I tell her.
"If I could take it all back, I would," she says.
"I wouldn't," I muse softly.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because, our mistakes make us smarter, stronger, and then we can figure out our boundaries," I explain, "We all make mistakes, we can't take back. All we can do is try to right the wrongs."
"Alright. Well, for starters I'm really sorry I hurt you the way I did," she says, looking me in the eyes, then gently kisses my cheek.
I sigh happily, then say, "You're forgiven, and I'm sorry for what I did, by not respecting you."
"You're forgiven," she says.
I smile at her, then pull her onto my lap, mindful of her wounds, and kiss her hair.
We stay like that for a while, then she pushes me back, so I'm laying on the ground, and she lays herself on top of me. I pull my arms back around her, then hear a phone camera go off, and when we look, we see the guys and CC with his phone camera pointed at us.
He messes with his phone then, as Andy asked, "Hash what you needed to out?"
"Yeah," Katie answers for me, with a shy smile.
"And are you together again?" Jinxx asked.
"If she'll have me back," I say, looking at Katie.
"Oh, she will. No worries there, man," Andy says, winking at Katie, making me furrow my brows in confusion. Then Andy pulls his phone out, messes with it, then passes it to me. When I hit play on the video, it's of Katie singing Fall to Pieces in the most angelic raspy voice I've ever heard in my life.
"You took a video of that?!" she screeches when she realizes what I'm watching.
"Someone had to!" Andy counters.
"Right," she replies, her voice filled with sarcasim. Then she jumps slightly as her phone beings to play Another Bottle Down by Asking Alexandria, and she grabs it out, mumbling about Jayy or Dahvie being impatent mother fuckers, but then the color drains from her face when she looks at what it is.

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