Together We'll Set The World On Fire

Not great.
I couldn’t even say no to Ashley how was I supposed to play nice with his previous girlfriend?!
Well I’ve dug myself a grave, a deep one.
“By the way sorry for the rude awakening this morning.” Ashley said with a weak smile.
“It’s fine.” I huffed moodily remembering last night. Oh my god I was such a pushover.
In a warped way I kind of felt like Ashley used me. Of course it probably wasn’t meant to degrade me or anything but he used my emotions against me and got what he wanted the bastard.
Ashley’s eyes widened in surprise and hurt. I hated hurting him.
He was probably clueless.
None the less I must try and remain solid, do not look at his puppy eyes, I told myself.
God I sound so sappy.
“Harp, what’s wrong?” He asked coming over as I sat stiffly and awkwardly on the couch.
“Nothi—“ I began.
“Don’t you fucking dare tell me nothing because we both know you’re lying.” Ashley interrupted. “If I did something wrong I want to fix it.”
“Fine you did do something wrong.” I snapped angrily at him.
“What?” Ashley’s eyes narrowed at my snappy tone.
“You manipulated me last night.” I said firmly sounding way more stupid than I thought I would.
“By kissing you? I’m sorry you’re hyper-reactive” Ashley half snarled.
“I told you I didn’t want to have sex!” I exploded. “But you didn’t stop.”
“Are you accusing me of raping you?” Ashley asked incredulously.
“No! I’m saying in a way you used me.” I said losing my resolve and just wanting to stop fighting with him as I neared tears.
“I didn’t use you! You could have stopped me at any time Harper!” Ashley shouted at me.
“Manipulation and using me are the same thing!” I yelled back, we were both on our feet glaring at each other.
“Shut up JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” Ashley screamed at me tugging at his hair.
I was shocked to say the least. It felt like some had shot me in the gut and the pain hadn’t registered.
So logically I ran.
I ran out the door and down the hall shoving my way past Andy who was just outside the door with the most angry expression on his face I’d ever seen.
“Harper!” He shouted as I ran past.
But I didn’t turn back.
I kept running until I reached the beach. I darted through the warm white sand before collapsing.
Barely able to breathe I rocked back and forth on my heels.
I closed my eyes and curled up in a tight little ball trying to go to my happy place.
My happy place is dark cold and sad.
It’s my closet something I used to do at home when mom would yell or scream at me.
I remembered the first time she hit me. I ran to my happy place and shut the door behind me.
I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed in that dark little closet full of my leathery clothes that comforted me better than anything else could.
But I no longer physically had that closet so I had to try and picture it in my mind vividly enough to calm myself.
So this is the ending of my happiness with Ashley? One day is all I get?
How is that fair?
How is life fair?
Is it worth the pains and struggles you face?
Worth the scars that you obtain?
Worth the tears the blood and the darkness?
The intolerable loneliness I feel?
No light and no ending in sight?
I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I looked up expecting to see Ashley but to my surprise I saw Andy.
“Andy?!” I gasped.
“Hey sissy.” Andy sighed sitting down heavily next to me.
“W-what are you doing here? How did you find me?” I asked in bewilderment
“Ashley. For both questions.” Andy answered.
~Andy’s POV~
Harper dashed out the door past me with tears cascading her pale thin face.
“HARPER!” I shouted angrily.
But she didn’t stop.
I went inside their apartment to find Ashley sitting with his face in his hands on the couch.
“Ash?” I asked in confusion as the anger in my voice melted away. The only other time I had seen Ashley like this was when Harper had almost died and he had lost his baby.
“She hates me.” Ashley half whispered.
“Harper?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“What happened?” I hated all this touchy feely stuff especially with Ashley.
Ashley was probably both the manliest of the band and the most girlish. He had all these manly habits, the girls, the drinking, tattoos, motorcycles, stuff like that. But because of Ashley’s past he was also exceptionally sensitive. He hated fighting with anyone especially people he cared about.
He didn’t mind punching people’s lights out but when it came to women I had to admit that Ashley tended to be either super possessive in an angry like don’t-so-much-as-look-at-her-or-I’ll-put-my-fist-through-your-face or the super possessive like if-you-so-much-as-leave-my-sight-I-will-slip-into-a-depression-coma.
Ashley ended up telling me the whole damn story.
Wow…
I didn’t think things could get worse.
“Ashley so you and Harper are together.” I sighed.
“Yes.” Ashley said moodily. “I’m sorry Andy I couldn’t help it.”
“I understand. She is an awesome girl.” I said with a sigh.
“You do? Does this mean you’ll be okay with… us?” Ashley asked hopefully.
“I can live with it only because you two clearly love each other and make each other happy.” I said grudgingly.
“She probably never wants to see me again.” Ashley frowned.
“I’ll talk to her.” I said getting and clapping Ashley on the back.

Notes

WARNING
It is coming close...
very close to something terrible ;P
but that's all i'm going to say/
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