The Family Man
He Hates Me
Ella’s POV:
It’s been about a month and Juliet and I finally convinced Belle to leave her room. She still refuses to leave the house, but we keep reminding ourselves; progress is progress. The twins are still with Juliet and I’m not sure how much longer they can take this. They’re very smart for five year olds and they know that something is wrong with their mom. Ashley’s no better. He calls every couple of days to see if Belle has improved at all. I think he’s just counting the days until he can come home to her.
Today I’m stopping by Belle’s house to check on her. Juliet and I quickly realized that along with never leaving her room, Belle was hardly eating. So now we stop by with food and make sure that she eats something. At first we thought it might be an eating disorder, but she simply has no interest in eating. In my mind that’s almost worse, because instead of just not liking her physical appearance, she doesn’t seem to want to live.
I let myself into the house and walk around until I find her sitting in the small studio Ashley has in the back. She’s curled up on the floor, crying. I sit next to her and start rubbing her back.
“Belle? Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” I asked.
It took her a moment to get enough breath to speak. “He’s going to hate me.” She whispered, still sobbing.
“Who’s going to hate you?” I asked gently.
“Ashley.” She said, barely above a whisper.
That shocked me. She’s barely mentioned Ashley. All it’s been so far when she spoke was how much she hated herself and it was her fault. We tried to explain to her that there was nothing she could have done, but she wouldn’t listen to us. We’ve tried to get her to talk to Ashley, but every time we tried, she would simply scream no and run to another part of the house.
“Why on Earth would you think that? Ashley loves you Belle.”
“I lost the baby. We wanted another baby so bad. He was so excited.” She broke down into sobs again.
“Ashley could never hate you. Right now he’s worried sick about you.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.
She only continued to sob. After a while I took her to the bathroom and cleaned her up a bit. Her face was really red and tear stained from all that crying. Then I took her to the kitchen and managed to get her to eat some soup and crackers. While she was eating I looked at the calendar, it was March 16th. Ashley would be home on the 27th. That day couldn’t come soon enough.
Ashley’s POV:
I sighed as I woke up. It was the 20th of March. Still one week to go before we were finished this leg of the tour. It took all the energy I had to perform every night. I was so worried about Belle, and it was showing. I wasn’t getting enough sleep and I never went out with the guys after a concert anymore.
“Hey Ashley.” Andy said as I walked into the kitchen area.
“Where are the guys?” I asked.
“I heard Jake say something about pizza. I think CC and Jinxx followed him.” He replied.
“You didn’t want to go with them?”
“Ashley, it’s only 10:30am. That’s a little too early for me. I don’t consider pizza a breakfast food.”
I nodded as I sat at the counter. I didn’t really feel like eating, but I knew I should so I just had a couple of pieces of toast.
“Any news about Belle?” Andy asked. He was constantly checking up on me. He knew how much I worried and wanted to make sure that I was dealing with this the best way I could.
“Ella called last night. She said that Belle still seems to think that I hate her for this.” That had been the big bomb a few days ago. They had tried to convince her otherwise over the last couple of days, but she wasn’t listening. I don’t know how she could think that. I could never hate her. Hell, all I cared about was her and how she was doing. We could have a kid any time we wanted. There was no saying it had to be this one right now.
“Don’t worry, she’ll come around. I’m sure things will get better once we get home.” Andy said.
“Yeah, I hope you’re right.” I said.
It’s been about a month and Juliet and I finally convinced Belle to leave her room. She still refuses to leave the house, but we keep reminding ourselves; progress is progress. The twins are still with Juliet and I’m not sure how much longer they can take this. They’re very smart for five year olds and they know that something is wrong with their mom. Ashley’s no better. He calls every couple of days to see if Belle has improved at all. I think he’s just counting the days until he can come home to her.
Today I’m stopping by Belle’s house to check on her. Juliet and I quickly realized that along with never leaving her room, Belle was hardly eating. So now we stop by with food and make sure that she eats something. At first we thought it might be an eating disorder, but she simply has no interest in eating. In my mind that’s almost worse, because instead of just not liking her physical appearance, she doesn’t seem to want to live.
I let myself into the house and walk around until I find her sitting in the small studio Ashley has in the back. She’s curled up on the floor, crying. I sit next to her and start rubbing her back.
“Belle? Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” I asked.
It took her a moment to get enough breath to speak. “He’s going to hate me.” She whispered, still sobbing.
“Who’s going to hate you?” I asked gently.
“Ashley.” She said, barely above a whisper.
That shocked me. She’s barely mentioned Ashley. All it’s been so far when she spoke was how much she hated herself and it was her fault. We tried to explain to her that there was nothing she could have done, but she wouldn’t listen to us. We’ve tried to get her to talk to Ashley, but every time we tried, she would simply scream no and run to another part of the house.
“Why on Earth would you think that? Ashley loves you Belle.”
“I lost the baby. We wanted another baby so bad. He was so excited.” She broke down into sobs again.
“Ashley could never hate you. Right now he’s worried sick about you.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.
She only continued to sob. After a while I took her to the bathroom and cleaned her up a bit. Her face was really red and tear stained from all that crying. Then I took her to the kitchen and managed to get her to eat some soup and crackers. While she was eating I looked at the calendar, it was March 16th. Ashley would be home on the 27th. That day couldn’t come soon enough.
Ashley’s POV:
I sighed as I woke up. It was the 20th of March. Still one week to go before we were finished this leg of the tour. It took all the energy I had to perform every night. I was so worried about Belle, and it was showing. I wasn’t getting enough sleep and I never went out with the guys after a concert anymore.
“Hey Ashley.” Andy said as I walked into the kitchen area.
“Where are the guys?” I asked.
“I heard Jake say something about pizza. I think CC and Jinxx followed him.” He replied.
“You didn’t want to go with them?”
“Ashley, it’s only 10:30am. That’s a little too early for me. I don’t consider pizza a breakfast food.”
I nodded as I sat at the counter. I didn’t really feel like eating, but I knew I should so I just had a couple of pieces of toast.
“Any news about Belle?” Andy asked. He was constantly checking up on me. He knew how much I worried and wanted to make sure that I was dealing with this the best way I could.
“Ella called last night. She said that Belle still seems to think that I hate her for this.” That had been the big bomb a few days ago. They had tried to convince her otherwise over the last couple of days, but she wasn’t listening. I don’t know how she could think that. I could never hate her. Hell, all I cared about was her and how she was doing. We could have a kid any time we wanted. There was no saying it had to be this one right now.
“Don’t worry, she’ll come around. I’m sure things will get better once we get home.” Andy said.
“Yeah, I hope you’re right.” I said.
Notes
Sorry for the long wait, but the last week has been crazy for me. Hopefully I can get back to regular updates now. Please comment.
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11/16/14