"Who the hell is Mark?!" Ashley had calmed down, but was on guard, most likely because I was glaring at Mark.
"My ex. He is an asshole."
"Hey now, I wasn't that bad was I? I mean, you know everything I said to you was true." I sucked in my breath.
"DON'T EVEN BRING THAT UP YOU ASSHOLE!" Ashley grabbed me by the waist so I didn't beat the shit out of Mark. "LET ME GO ASHLEY!"
"No. Only if you promise to behave." I sighed.
"Fine." He let me go and I ran for the bathroom. I just couldn't stand it. My pocket knife was in my boot. I found where Laura had hidden it.
"Whore" *slice*
"Bitch *slice*
"Fat" *slice*
"Ugly" *slice*
"Good for nothing" *slice*
"Die, bitch die" *slice* With all six of these, I heard Mark's voice with mine. I heard someone running from the bathroom door. Shit. Was it Ashley? I cleaned the cuts then ran out of the room to find Ashley yelling at Mark.
'WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"And just who are you?"
"I'M HER FUCKING HUSBAND!"
"Huh. So the little whore did find someone." He smirked. "A man whore. Perfect match." Ashley took back his fist and rammed it into his face.
"ASHLEY!"
"You do not talk about her that way. She is the most perfect girl in the world. I heard her in the bathroom, and everything was all because of you, huh? Her self-harm, all of it. YOU DID THAT TO HER!" By this time, he had picked him up by the shirt collar One of the airport security was running towards them, but I stopped him.
"Don't worry sir. That is my husband I can take care of it." He stood there as I walked over. "Ashley." He looked at me. He was clearly pissed. "Put him down." He must've saw the look in my eye, because he did. Mark looked at me.
"Thanks."
"Don't thank me." He looked confused, but then I punched him in the nose. "Come on, Ashley. Let's go." We walked away.