Be the Death of Me

Rose's POV:

My insides churned and I was fairly certain that it wasn't just morning sickness this time.

After Liv had heartbreakingly told me her sad love story, a swell of anger coursed through me; how could Ashley hurt her so much? Weeks ago, he was telling me how much he loved her and how he wanted to change for her so badly, and now, he goes off and does this? Yet at the same time, I felt that since he still was a close friend of mine who was always there for me, I knew that I had to betray Olivia and tell him or Andy about her plans. Besides, this could potentially save their already broken relationship. I hoped at least.

I chewed my lip as the phone rang, as I waited somewhat impatiently for my boyfriend to pick up the phone. I was answered after seven rings by a rather groggy Andy: "Hey baby, everything okay?" He asked, only a little bit alarmed.

I sighed and leaned heavily against the headboard on our bed, wishing more than ever for him to be comforting me here, instead of across the country. "No, actually, things are pretty shitty."

This perked him up instantly as his sleepiness was replaced with anxiousness, "what is it? Is the baby okay? Are you hurt? Should I come home?" He rattled on before I could stop him.

"I'm fine, sweetie, it's actually Olivia an Ashley that I am worried about," I confessed, biting my lip once again.

"I know what you mean. He refuses to call her for whatever reason and just hates anyone bringing her up. I'm worried about them as well."

"Well, I don't think you're going to like this then," I take a deep breath, "Ash has been cheating on her. She told me today, and she's really messed up about it. She's leaving him, Andy. She told me how she is planning on moving back to New York and just giving up on their relationship."

Andy sucks in a sharp breath, "is she okay? How the fuck could Ashley do that to her? I- should I talk to him? Fuck."

"I'm not sure. Liv doesn't know that I am telling you, so if you do tell Ash, she'll know. But I do think that he does have a right to know that his girlfriend is leaving him, and soon. If he really cares about her, he'll get his shit together. If not, then I honestly think that Livia should go back."

He sighs in exasperation, "yeah, I know. I'll see if I can talk to him. Hopefully it isn't too late for them."

I nod, my heart aching for the love of my life, "I know. I love you Andy."

"I love you Rose, so much. Talk soon, baby."

I make a kissy sound into the speaker and he does the same before we both reluctantly hang up, my heart feeling heavy for my boyfriend, whom miss terribly, and my friend, whose heart is undoubtedly crushed under Ashley's designer boots.


Liv's POV:

It just stings so much, the thought of him purposely hurting me, possibly over and over again. I am well aware that I am not the first girl to ever be screw-over by a guy, and i certainly will not be the last, but you just hear all of these stories and none of them ever do the actual heartbreak any justice. My boyfriend, who I left everything for, slept with another woman.

How is it possibly that people can feel the need to do that? If they aren't happy with their partner, then simply leave, breakup instead of stringing them along only to push them past the breaking point when they find out. And we all find out eventually, because it simply is inevitable. I mean, when he were to come home from tour, would he just drop all of his side-girls? Or would he continue seeing women when I wasn't home, or pretend to go places so he could sneak into their beds? The thought of it is making me crazy, crazy and sick.

I feel suffocated in here, surrounded by all of these false memories that were probably all based upon lies. Lie after lie after lie; he used me, he used me only to break me. That was what he intended to do, that was what he wanted all along. He still is the sick bastard who led me on all those years ago at warped tour, the guy who cheated me, who ruined me, and he has once again: ruined me that is.

I want to call him out for it. I want to break everything that means something to him and make him feel all the pain that I feel, which honestly scares the living daylights out of me because I am not a violent person at all. He is doing this to me, he is changing me. It's all his fault.

The desire to scream and curse into his voicemail is oh so tempting, especially since I know for a fact that he never checks them. I left him far too many while he has been on tour and never once have a received a call back.

I storm into the kitchen, plucking an expensive looking full bottle of vodka from the cabinets before harshly jerking the seal off and unscrewing the lid, throwing them both away in the process. I won't need to reseal this.

Taking a large swig of the clear, pungent liquid, I rip out my cell phone and hastily punch in Ashley's cell number, taking drinks every so often.

It rings repeatedly before going to voicemail, exactly as I knew it would, what a bastard though, I mean, not even calling your girlfriend back when we were still on semi-good terms? He really is a pretentious ass.

I take another large gulp, the fiery beverage no longer stinging as it slides easily down my throat. "Hey Ashley," I drawl into the speaker, taking drinks in between words, "I just wanted to let you know that I am now officially done."

I pause for dramatic effect - I may be nearing an intoxicated point, but I can still make things entertaining for myself. "How dare you fucking sleep with other girls? And on tour! That is just low man, I mean, I never once looked at another guy while we were dating, and then you go around and do this shit? I hope you know that am leaving for New York at the end of this week, so this is it Ashley," I whisper, tears filling my eyes once again no matter how many drinks I take, "goodbye."

And I have never felt so sure of anything in my entire life as I hang up.

Notes

I missed writing in Rose's POV so much!!!

also guys, I was reading the first part of the story and it made me cringe so much. I am so sorry for putting you guys through that crap because my writing back then was just terrible *shudder*