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Courtney's POV:

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Ashley shouted, obviously alarmed at the intimate position of his sister and best friend.

Andy and I immediately sprung apart, me basically falling off of my bed in the process. I landed with a thud, and rubbed my now sore ass.

"Damn you Ashley, don't you ever knock? Now my ass hurts because of you, so thanks for that bro." I whined.

Andy suppressed a grin at my comment, and winked at me, which coincidently infuriated Ashley further.

"Why the fuck were you two sharing a bed?" He demanded again. Poor boy needs t understand that you'll get nothing in life if you keep acting like a pretentious dick all the time.

"Nothing happened, Ash, we were watching a movie,and Courtney fell asleep. That's all that happened," Andy attempted to defuse the TNT that was my brother.

He glowered at my outfit, which granted may have no been the most innocent thing in the world. And the fact that I was snuggled up to Andy, an older guy and Ash's bestfriend didn't help either. Mind you, everything was covered, (don't say anything about my bra) so he was most likely overreacting.

Ashley ran a hand hurriedly through his hair and took a deep breath, "Andy, you can take the guest room if you an't drive, Courtney, please put something else on, and you and I need to have a talk."

Andy smiled apologetically at me, to which I crossed my arms over my chest and scoffed.

"thanks man, I think I'll be okay though, I didn't have anything to drink. Night guys, sorry about that Ash, Court," Andy waved and disappeared into the hallway. A couple minutes later there was a loud slam, indicating the front door closing.

Ashley sighed and turned to face me, his angry expression repairing suddenly, "what the hell was that?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm pretty sure that was already covered, darling brother."

"don't bullshit me, why the fuck was Andy up here with you, alone?"

I didn't answer at first, I was still trying to recognize the problem, "why is that a problem?"

"Why is that a problem? Why is that a fucking problem? I don't know, because you're fucking seventeen! And he's twenty-three! I don't want any boys up here, period, but an older one? That's ten times worse, Courtney."

"Ashley, nothing was happening. He brought me something to eat, and he cheered me up, that's all. But what's this whole thing about? You don't trust me or him, do you?" I replied hotly.

He pinched the bridge of his nose,. "that's not it Courtney, and you know that. Andy's my best friend, and I trust him completely, I just don't know you enough to trust you. And I'm not blaming you for that, I simply don't know what kind of a person you are. I don't know how many boyfriend you've had or how you interact with people. That's all, maybe after some time, things will be different-"

"Wait, you don't trust me?" I exclaimed, "the only one of us who didn't abandon the other? The one who doesn't get drunk off their ass every night, and brings whores home? That person you don't trust? Well let me tell you something, I've never had a fucking boyfriend, I've never smoked, or does nay drugs. I am a virgin for gods sake! Everything about me is out in the open, yet I know absolutely nothing about you, or who've you become. So don't you dare go bullshitting me, Ashley, because I'm not the one who walked out."

"I thought we were past that," he groaned, and looked away from me.

"Believe it or not, but it does take time for me to forget the worst thing to ever happen to me. To forget being abandoned by my own family, who said that he'd always be there!" I shout angrily.

"When the hell did I say that?"

"You don't remember?" For a moment, my heart aches that the doesn't remember, but I quickly push it away, "mom and dad's funeral, ring a bell? You were carrying me, and you said it. I guess I'm really not important not important to you, I mean, first you leave, then you forget basically every moment we spent together, oh and you also don't trust me."

Ash growls in protest, but I continue my verbal assault.

"And where were you on May 21, 2012? You know, my fifteenth birthday, oh and also my fifth suicide attempt? And what about every day after you left, when I would draw my own blood? Where were you when I need you? Not where I need you, that's for sure. So go fuck yourself Ashley, I'm done, so fucking done."

I was crying by then, so was he, but I didn't care. I grabbed my bag, and stormed out the room, hastily calling the only person who I knew who care at this point in time.

I darted outside of my, sorry, his house, and made my way onto the street, ignoring Ashley's shouts behind me.

"Hey, I know it's late, but I need you right now. Can you pick me up?"

Notes

IMA BACK!!!!!
Sorry for my absence, but shit's happening and blah blah blah, I'm back now!!!!
So who do you think she's calling?? And what'd you all think of their argument? Pretty intense huh. I actually enjoyed writing this chapter a lot!!!

Until next time

Yaz xoxo