The Wretched And The Divine
Dirty Little Secret
March 11, 2014
Ashley's POV
It's been a nearly a week since we've seen Gemma or CC. It feels like an eternity since Isis and I actually spoke to each other without arguing. Even worse, it's been longer since I got laid. I needed to get my fix somewhere, so I began going back to my bad habits of buying magazines and going back to Club Sinister. The ladies there were always hot, but they're still not Isis. I walked to the guest bedroom where Isis was sleeping in for the past few days, laying in bed scrolling through her phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked trying to make small talk.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She mumbled without acknowledging my presence much.
"You're shutting me out again." I pleaded, "please talk to me." She quickly gave me a sad look.
"I'm fine." She spoke softly, "I just need time and space." I sighed as I walked out of the room and walked into mine. I went to the closet and grabbed a cowboy hat before walking to the front door.
"I'll be back later tonight." I said. I grabbed my keys and headed out to the club. When I got there, I paid my entry fee and headed to the bar.
"Hey how's your day going?" I turned to see a familiar face.
"Hey Isis," I spoke, "the usual." I was weirded out with the fact that her stage name was Isis at first, but then in a weird way, I was comforted. Their personalities were similar but this Isis had a more toned body and was covered with tattoos was which was a nice change. Every night I came here, she was always my go-to dancer. I was surprised when I discovered we shared the same interests and she always managed to cheer me up.
"How about you buy me nice cold sex on the beach?" She spoke.
"Sure," I replied. I shouted to a near by waiter "how about a sex on a beach for the lady?"
"So what brings you here Hun?" She asked with her hands on my shoulder rubbing it up and down. With the music loud and her looking pretty, I knew that she's just a stripper and she doesn't care about my needs. The only thing she wants is the money. But what the hell, this is as close to therapy I could get anyways. I grabbed my drink and walked over to the VIP booth with her following. I sat down and she got on top of me. As she was dancing, her and I began to talk. Drink after drink, a few hours of chatting and dancing, I soon got a good buzz going. I sat back at the booth as I'm getting my lap dance, I soon felt mesmerized into a daze as I let euphoria take over me. I was snapped back into reality as Isis (and not my Isis) got really close to my face as if she was leaning in for a kiss. For a split second, I considered it when I suddenly realized that my Isis I had at home was better than this girl in front of me. I pulled away before we made contact.
"Please don't." I told her sternly.
"I'm sorry. I just thought.." She struggled to find the right words as she was embarrassed.
*I have a girlfriend and I love her very much." I began to stand up signaling for her to hop off of me in which she did.
"Um.. I'm so sorry.. I just thought that we had a connection." She said. I guess I have been giving her mixed signals for awhile now. But none of that matters now since all I knew was I wanted the Isis who was back at home. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a few dollars and slammed it on the table before walking out. That was a bit dramatic, but eh.. I wobbled my way to a different nearby bar and continued drinking alone, I ordered drink after drink and as I was about to order another, a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned to see one of the people I least expected to see. Danny Worsnop.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough mate?” he said.
“I’m not your mate.” I replied as I downed another shot of whiskey.
“Look, I know shits happened,” he said as he sat in the stool next to mine, “And I am really sorry it did, but it looks like you could use someone to talk to right now."
“Yeah and that’s not you.” I replied not looking at him.
“Well it’s obvious Isis isn’t talking,” he said, I glared at him, “Like I said, you look like you need to talk, so talk.”
“Fuck off Danny.” I said.
"Nope," he said, "This time I’m not going anywhere.”
"In that case, I will.” I got up and stubbled, having to lean on another stool to hold me up. Ok, maybe I was a bit too drunk, but it helped, well it did till he showed up.
“Point proven.” said Danny, he gestured to the barman to get me some water, as he took me to a lower table before I ended up on my ass.
"Fine,” I said giving in, maybe talking would help, “Isis, CC and Gemma all hate me right now.”
" What did you do?” he asked, “Is about that thing on twitter? Something about a sex tape? Did the Purdy Porn come back to bite you?”
“Yeah and no,” I said, “Sex tape yes, but not purdy porn, the fans have started calling it a Cashley Sandwich.”
"What’s that when it’s at home?” He asked smirking.
"Me, Isis and CC.” I said looking into the glass of water that had been put in front of me.
"No way!” He laughed, I glared at him, he shut up then.
“I had a camera set up to do a sex tape of me and Isis,” I said, “but I hadn’t said anything to her about it, we’d discussed it but never agreed to it. I definitely hadn’t planned on having CC join in. This all happened while Gemma was in England, but now she’s back for good and she found it and leaked it, she says it was an accident but Isis doesn’t believe her. I feel so guilty cuz both isis and Gemma have ended up in hospital cuz of it.”
“What?” he said, “How?”
"Isis trashed my bathroom and killed the mirror,” I replied, “and Gemma fainted during an argument with CC, and now we’re here. Also CC and Gemma are even more pissed off at you for New Year after finding something out, not my place to tell you, but I’m sure you’ll find out soon.” Danny looked worried.
“What?” he asked, “What happened since?”
"Not since New Year,” I said, “Before. It’s not my news to tell, you’ll have to talk to them.”
“No tell me,” he said, “You’ve got me worried now, is it bad?”
" For you yes,” I said, I sat thinking about this for a while, “Ok, I’ll tell you, but you didn’t hear it from me, like I said, it’s not my news to tell, but Gemma’s pregnant.”
“What?” he said,”Since when? It’s not mine is it?” He looked even more scared.
"No,” I said, “but she was pregnant when you raped her, they found out last week, she fell pregnant during The Church Part 2.”
"Shit,” he said, “They’re gunna kill me.” I nodded in agreement. He ordered himself a large whiskey. He looked like he needed it.
"Anyway back to you,” he said, after getting over the shock, “Why is Isis still not talking to you?”
“I’ve tried but she won’t let me in.” I said, “She’s quiet, too quiet, barely even says hi to me, she’s resorted to sleeping in the guest room too. She hates that I was going to film us, and hates that the threesome happened at all, and she hated that I still kept the video from her after it happened, I feel like she’s putting all her blame and guilt on me, if there wasn’t a tape, the maybe the whole thing would still be a secret.”
“Secrets always have a way of getting out,” he said, “but I think you need to do something that’ll get her talking to you again. Something that’ll get her laughing.”
“Like what?” I said, "she ignores me all the time.”
“We can plan while you sober up a bit,” he said, “I’m sure even though she’s already pissed at you, she wouldn’t want you to come back to her out of it.” This time I ordered a black coffee. This could take a while.
Isis POV
I'm not too sure why, but Ashley was always leaving the house. I was too upset to even try to ask at first but now it was bothering me. I've been shutting him out for awhile now only because he was an idiot in this whole situation. I roamed about the house trying to figure out what to do. Ashley has his car so it's not like I could take that and go anywhere. I don't know the bus routes and I don't know anyone else here in LA that isn't involved with BVB. I settled on making me some popcorn and watching Netflix in my room. Hours passed and I decided to get ready for bed when suddenly I hear the front door open. It's most likely Ashley and he's just going to shuffle to bed as usual. I ignored the thought as I closed my eyes to sleep. Seconds later I was disturbed by Ashley coming in, in only a tank top, his zebra boxers, and cowboy boots and hat.
“Honey I’m home!” He shouted. Standing like a weirdo with a massive grin on his face. I glared at him as he kept smiling.
"How much does a Polar bear weigh?" He asked, I glared again, “Enough to break the ice.” he then done a shitty drum roll. I tried my hardest not to laugh. He then started doing some weird hip wiggling, which sent me over the edge and I burst out laughing as he made his way over to me.
"See I knew I could make you laugh.” he said as he laid next to me wrapping his arms around my waist. I tried to shove him off, but he only held me tighter and leant in to kiss my neck. Knowing the effect he was having on me I felt him smile against my neck.
"Well that's not fair" I said a little annoyed with myself, "You already know my weakness, and I still don’t know yours."
"That would be you,” he said, now looking at me, “You’re my weakness.” I sat there awkwardly looking away, not knowing what to do to say as I felt my face heat up.
"I'm still mad at you." I mumbled.
'I know,” he replied, “But I’m gunna make up for that. Tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it." What should I do? I would love for things to go back to normal between us. But I also know that it's going to take time. I miss this though. I wrapped my arms around him.
"Just putting up with me is enough." I spoke.
"You’re stuck with me,” he replied with the biggest grin ever, “I’m not going anywhere. Now lets go back into our room and finish what I started.” I nodded as I laughed.
"Sure. As long as you keep your cowboy hat on." I said winking at him. He stood up grabbing my hand with a smirk and pulled me to our room.
Ashley's POV
It's been a nearly a week since we've seen Gemma or CC. It feels like an eternity since Isis and I actually spoke to each other without arguing. Even worse, it's been longer since I got laid. I needed to get my fix somewhere, so I began going back to my bad habits of buying magazines and going back to Club Sinister. The ladies there were always hot, but they're still not Isis. I walked to the guest bedroom where Isis was sleeping in for the past few days, laying in bed scrolling through her phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked trying to make small talk.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She mumbled without acknowledging my presence much.
"You're shutting me out again." I pleaded, "please talk to me." She quickly gave me a sad look.
"I'm fine." She spoke softly, "I just need time and space." I sighed as I walked out of the room and walked into mine. I went to the closet and grabbed a cowboy hat before walking to the front door.
"I'll be back later tonight." I said. I grabbed my keys and headed out to the club. When I got there, I paid my entry fee and headed to the bar.
"Hey how's your day going?" I turned to see a familiar face.
"Hey Isis," I spoke, "the usual." I was weirded out with the fact that her stage name was Isis at first, but then in a weird way, I was comforted. Their personalities were similar but this Isis had a more toned body and was covered with tattoos was which was a nice change. Every night I came here, she was always my go-to dancer. I was surprised when I discovered we shared the same interests and she always managed to cheer me up.
"How about you buy me nice cold sex on the beach?" She spoke.
"Sure," I replied. I shouted to a near by waiter "how about a sex on a beach for the lady?"
"So what brings you here Hun?" She asked with her hands on my shoulder rubbing it up and down. With the music loud and her looking pretty, I knew that she's just a stripper and she doesn't care about my needs. The only thing she wants is the money. But what the hell, this is as close to therapy I could get anyways. I grabbed my drink and walked over to the VIP booth with her following. I sat down and she got on top of me. As she was dancing, her and I began to talk. Drink after drink, a few hours of chatting and dancing, I soon got a good buzz going. I sat back at the booth as I'm getting my lap dance, I soon felt mesmerized into a daze as I let euphoria take over me. I was snapped back into reality as Isis (and not my Isis) got really close to my face as if she was leaning in for a kiss. For a split second, I considered it when I suddenly realized that my Isis I had at home was better than this girl in front of me. I pulled away before we made contact.
"Please don't." I told her sternly.
"I'm sorry. I just thought.." She struggled to find the right words as she was embarrassed.
*I have a girlfriend and I love her very much." I began to stand up signaling for her to hop off of me in which she did.
"Um.. I'm so sorry.. I just thought that we had a connection." She said. I guess I have been giving her mixed signals for awhile now. But none of that matters now since all I knew was I wanted the Isis who was back at home. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a few dollars and slammed it on the table before walking out. That was a bit dramatic, but eh.. I wobbled my way to a different nearby bar and continued drinking alone, I ordered drink after drink and as I was about to order another, a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned to see one of the people I least expected to see. Danny Worsnop.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough mate?” he said.
“I’m not your mate.” I replied as I downed another shot of whiskey.
“Look, I know shits happened,” he said as he sat in the stool next to mine, “And I am really sorry it did, but it looks like you could use someone to talk to right now."
“Yeah and that’s not you.” I replied not looking at him.
“Well it’s obvious Isis isn’t talking,” he said, I glared at him, “Like I said, you look like you need to talk, so talk.”
“Fuck off Danny.” I said.
"Nope," he said, "This time I’m not going anywhere.”
"In that case, I will.” I got up and stubbled, having to lean on another stool to hold me up. Ok, maybe I was a bit too drunk, but it helped, well it did till he showed up.
“Point proven.” said Danny, he gestured to the barman to get me some water, as he took me to a lower table before I ended up on my ass.
"Fine,” I said giving in, maybe talking would help, “Isis, CC and Gemma all hate me right now.”
" What did you do?” he asked, “Is about that thing on twitter? Something about a sex tape? Did the Purdy Porn come back to bite you?”
“Yeah and no,” I said, “Sex tape yes, but not purdy porn, the fans have started calling it a Cashley Sandwich.”
"What’s that when it’s at home?” He asked smirking.
"Me, Isis and CC.” I said looking into the glass of water that had been put in front of me.
"No way!” He laughed, I glared at him, he shut up then.
“I had a camera set up to do a sex tape of me and Isis,” I said, “but I hadn’t said anything to her about it, we’d discussed it but never agreed to it. I definitely hadn’t planned on having CC join in. This all happened while Gemma was in England, but now she’s back for good and she found it and leaked it, she says it was an accident but Isis doesn’t believe her. I feel so guilty cuz both isis and Gemma have ended up in hospital cuz of it.”
“What?” he said, “How?”
"Isis trashed my bathroom and killed the mirror,” I replied, “and Gemma fainted during an argument with CC, and now we’re here. Also CC and Gemma are even more pissed off at you for New Year after finding something out, not my place to tell you, but I’m sure you’ll find out soon.” Danny looked worried.
“What?” he asked, “What happened since?”
"Not since New Year,” I said, “Before. It’s not my news to tell, you’ll have to talk to them.”
“No tell me,” he said, “You’ve got me worried now, is it bad?”
" For you yes,” I said, I sat thinking about this for a while, “Ok, I’ll tell you, but you didn’t hear it from me, like I said, it’s not my news to tell, but Gemma’s pregnant.”
“What?” he said,”Since when? It’s not mine is it?” He looked even more scared.
"No,” I said, “but she was pregnant when you raped her, they found out last week, she fell pregnant during The Church Part 2.”
"Shit,” he said, “They’re gunna kill me.” I nodded in agreement. He ordered himself a large whiskey. He looked like he needed it.
"Anyway back to you,” he said, after getting over the shock, “Why is Isis still not talking to you?”
“I’ve tried but she won’t let me in.” I said, “She’s quiet, too quiet, barely even says hi to me, she’s resorted to sleeping in the guest room too. She hates that I was going to film us, and hates that the threesome happened at all, and she hated that I still kept the video from her after it happened, I feel like she’s putting all her blame and guilt on me, if there wasn’t a tape, the maybe the whole thing would still be a secret.”
“Secrets always have a way of getting out,” he said, “but I think you need to do something that’ll get her talking to you again. Something that’ll get her laughing.”
“Like what?” I said, "she ignores me all the time.”
“We can plan while you sober up a bit,” he said, “I’m sure even though she’s already pissed at you, she wouldn’t want you to come back to her out of it.” This time I ordered a black coffee. This could take a while.
Isis POV
I'm not too sure why, but Ashley was always leaving the house. I was too upset to even try to ask at first but now it was bothering me. I've been shutting him out for awhile now only because he was an idiot in this whole situation. I roamed about the house trying to figure out what to do. Ashley has his car so it's not like I could take that and go anywhere. I don't know the bus routes and I don't know anyone else here in LA that isn't involved with BVB. I settled on making me some popcorn and watching Netflix in my room. Hours passed and I decided to get ready for bed when suddenly I hear the front door open. It's most likely Ashley and he's just going to shuffle to bed as usual. I ignored the thought as I closed my eyes to sleep. Seconds later I was disturbed by Ashley coming in, in only a tank top, his zebra boxers, and cowboy boots and hat.
“Honey I’m home!” He shouted. Standing like a weirdo with a massive grin on his face. I glared at him as he kept smiling.
"How much does a Polar bear weigh?" He asked, I glared again, “Enough to break the ice.” he then done a shitty drum roll. I tried my hardest not to laugh. He then started doing some weird hip wiggling, which sent me over the edge and I burst out laughing as he made his way over to me.
"See I knew I could make you laugh.” he said as he laid next to me wrapping his arms around my waist. I tried to shove him off, but he only held me tighter and leant in to kiss my neck. Knowing the effect he was having on me I felt him smile against my neck.
"Well that's not fair" I said a little annoyed with myself, "You already know my weakness, and I still don’t know yours."
"That would be you,” he said, now looking at me, “You’re my weakness.” I sat there awkwardly looking away, not knowing what to do to say as I felt my face heat up.
"I'm still mad at you." I mumbled.
'I know,” he replied, “But I’m gunna make up for that. Tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it." What should I do? I would love for things to go back to normal between us. But I also know that it's going to take time. I miss this though. I wrapped my arms around him.
"Just putting up with me is enough." I spoke.
"You’re stuck with me,” he replied with the biggest grin ever, “I’m not going anywhere. Now lets go back into our room and finish what I started.” I nodded as I laughed.
"Sure. As long as you keep your cowboy hat on." I said winking at him. He stood up grabbing my hand with a smirk and pulled me to our room.
Notes
Sorry its late but its up now lol, I'm on my tablet again so may have to make and edit if its all one big block. Also I'm guessing you know where we got this idea from lol, a certain picture of a certain bassist lol.
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