Unbreakable

I hadn’t realized I was crying until I felt a teardrop hit my chest. I have to get back to work! They only have an hour to rehearse! I wipe my eyes, and throw the heavy door open. Ashley is putting his shoulder strap on as I jog over to my perch. Don’t look at him, don’t look at him. My computer fell asleep so I busy myself with that to keep myself from looking at him. “Everything okay?” Andy asks.

“Yeah I’m good,” I lie. “My computer is waking back up so when it comes back around we can do Sweet Blasphemy okay?” I hate this! Why can’t he just let it go this happened in the past! The program comes up, and I give the guys the go ahead without looking up from the screen. I know that he doesn’t like people lying to him, and he has every right to be angry about that, but how many girls has he slept with? He lead me on, and then fucked another girl for months before we got together! He cheated on her with me and he wants to talk about lying? Ugh I’m so angry! I slam my laptop violently, and take two furious steps away from the stage before returning to my place.

“Tum…” Jake starts. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine.” I shrug. “Let’s finish the song.”

“We did, we were waiting for you.” Andy informs me.

“Oh.” By this time all of the guys are looking at me, and I feel quite embarrassed. “Well then I guess we can do Legacy then.”

“Oh you guess we can.” Ashley growls sarcastically.

“What’s that love? I couldn’t hear you from across the stage you’re going to have to speak up.” I counter with an equal amount of snarl.

“Yeah, just keep tacking on the lies, that’s helping you.” His words make me stop cold. He gives a satisfied smirk because he knows he struck a nerve. The tension in the room is so thick that you can feel the thick air when you breathe. The guys look at one another while Ashley and I glare at each other. Angry tears well up in my eyes but don’t fall. I don’t want to be in the same room as him right now, I can’t stand to look at his conceited, hypocritic face.

I shake my head at him, and look back to my computer. “We don’t have all day let’s get this shit done.” The guys stand there looking between the two of us with concerned, and fearful eyes, but they don’t start playing. “Let’s go!” They look startled, and immediately start playing.

“They never fight.” CC mumbled, not knowing that I can hear him in my in-ears. “Tummy never yells. I hope she never does it again.” Tears hit the keyboard. Me too CC, me too…

(Time skip 30 minutes.)

The rest of the rehearsal went quickly, and now we’re packing everything up. Ashley handed Ben his bass the second I called the rehearsal off, and rushed out. I hope he didn’t go home.

I’m packing up the lasers when I hear a soft voice say, “Laci are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” I tell Andy.

“You don’t sound too reassuring.” He drags. “Do you want to talk about if?”

“No I really don’t, I want to pack my shit up, go home, and beat the crap out of an innocent wall.”

He wraps a tentative arm around my shoulders, and pulls me to his side. “Well that doesn’t sound like a good idea.”

I gently push myself away from him, and pack up the light tree. “You shouldn’t do that, Ashley will think we hooked up at some point, and get even more angry.” A harsh edge creeps into my voice when I speak.

“Listen to me,” He pulls my shoulders square to him and tries to catch my eye. “Look at me,” he says firmly. “Ashley was out of line, he shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“Yes he should have!” I snap. “I lied to him. He reacted any human being would react.” I snap the buckles on the case shut, and grab as many cases that I can carry. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go home, and do a lot of things that I’ll probably regret in a few hours.”

“Laci wait!” I let the big stage door shut him out, and put the lights into the cargo hold of the bus. Good job, you just made another person hate you. “How does it feel to be the worst person in existence?”, a malicious voice echos in my mind. Hello old friend, I haven’t heard from you in a while…


(Time skip to the end of the very angry car ride home.)

I pulled into the garage, and violently turn the key in the ignition and pulling it out using the same manner. Some of a bitch he’s home. When I walk through the door Ashley is nowhere to be found. So I guess I’m good to go to the studio and scream my head off. A very angry Ashley storms across the living room in my direction. Here we go… When he gets to me he puts one hand on my face, and the other one around my waist and roughly kisses me. His actions caught me off guard. I don’t know how to react. “Ashley what are you doing?”

“Just shut up and kiss me.” he snarls. Crushing me between his body, and the door, he lifts me up by my butt, and deepens the kiss. I melt into his touch, and pull him closer. No! I’m mad at him! I should be yelling at him about how angry I a- He bites the sweet spot behind my ear, and grinds his hips into mine, making all thoughts of anger turn into intense lust.

I’m carried off the wall, and up the stairs, neither of us are ceasing the kiss. His hands are digging into my ass while I pull his face even closer, there’s no room for breathing anymore.

We reach the bedroom, and I’m aggressively thrown onto the bed. Ashley pounces on me and wastes no time removing my shirt, bra, and he fumbles with the buttons on my jeans. I shouldn’t be letting him do this, I’m mad at him.

He gets them off, and I start undressing him with the same amount of ferocity. I want him. I know we should be talking this out, but I want him. Our tongues fight the battle that we would have been fighting with words as he reaches a hand down my panties and plays with me. I want him. Ashley suddenly sits up. “Turn around, and get on your hands and knees.” He growls.

A small smirk spreads across my face, and I comply. The second I get into the position Ashley slaps my ass, and literally tears my panties off of my. I feel him enter me, and I moan when he begins moving at a fast, intense pace. He lets go of the vice grip he has on my butt, and pulls my hair instead. He pulls my hair so hard the it makes me scream. “You’re going to be doing a lot more of that.” He pants, and picks up the speed and intensity.

“Ashley I- Aw fuck!” He grabs my thighs and goes deeper. I grip the comforter and end up ripping it. He bites my shoulder, and picks up speed again. “Ugh I can’t!”

“Don’t you dare cum before me!” He yells.

“Ashley!” I scream.

“Aw fuck Lace!” I feel a warmth spread throughout my stomach, and I can’t help but cum. Ashley pounds into me a few more times before collapsing on top of me. I breath heavily into the comforter, and feel Ashley crawl up to me, kissing my spine as he goes.

“Come here.” He pants, and pulls me close. He rests his arm on my shoulders, and kisses my head. We lie like that until we both catch our breath. “I’m so sorry I yelled at you.” he says tenderly.

I turn my body so I’m facing him, and say “No, it’s my fault I shouldn’t have lied to you.”

“Don’t even start.” He scolds. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that. It happened in the past, and there’s nothing you or I can do to change it. And most of all, I’m sorry for making you cry again.”

“Ashley-”

“Nope, you have nothing to apologize for, do not waste your breath.”

“You’re such a dork.” I laugh.

He glances down the bed, and comes back up smiling. “Damn that is the best handprint I have ever left on an ass.”

Notes

I'm super out of practice with the smut writing. I hope it was okay for you guys. Thanks for reading!