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Damn it, Ashley! What the hell is going through your head? I don't even know what's wrong." I said, at the end. My voice was pleading.
"Just stay at the party. Celebrate your victory, okay? You did an amazing job out there today. Now you need to spend time with your friends, drinking and having a good time. I understand, okay?" She said. I heard her voice break towards the end.
"What are you talking about?" I asked irritated.
"Just enjoy your party, Andy." She whispered before ending the call.
CHAPTER NINE
Ashley's POV
I walked into my house and found my brothers playing with blocks on the floor. "Hey, guys!" I said, trying to keep my voice from wobbling with tears. "What are we playing?" I asked.
"Bwocks," Perry exclaimed.
I put on an exaggerated smile. "Oh cool, can I play?" I really needed to get my mind off of Andy. The look on his face when I left, then the sound of his voice on my phone, made me feel so bad.
They both looked like I had given them a million dollars. "hew," Louis said, pushing me a couple of his blocks.
"Thank you, buddy!" I said, ruffling his hair.
For the next half an hour, I played blocks with my little brothers. They managed to keep me distracted. But soon enough, the doorbell was ringing. Dad answered it and came into the living room. "Ashley, Richmond's here. Why does he look like he was run over by a freight truck?" He asked.
I shrugged and went back to playing with the blocks. "Aren't you going to answer the door?" He asked, confused.
I shook my head, two tears falling from my eyes. "No," I whispered.
Dad just looked at me concerned.
"Is everything okay honey? You two seemed fine at the game today.” He said, shifting from one foot to the other, definitely uncomfortable with the conversation.
I shrugged. "We were." I said my voice breaking. I looked at Perry and Louis, who were watching me with concern. I gave them the best smile I could and told them I'd be right back. I walked over to Dad. "He's a college guy Dad. He needs to be with people who are like him. People he can enjoy a drink with, who like going to parties. That's not me. I can't do that. Every time I smell alcohol I feel nauseous. It's not fair to him.” I said, crying lightly now.
"Sweetie, what are you talking about?" He asked, rubbing my arms lightly.
I shook my head. "Nothing, don't worry about it." I said as another tear fell.
I went to the door. "Ashley, are you okay?" Dad asked, wondering if he should get rid of Andy himself. I nodded. "I'm fine.”
I opened the door to see a much disheveled looking Andy. He looked a mixture of relieved and annoyed to see me. "Hi." I said softly, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Hi? You run away from me at a party, tell me that we're done dating and hang up on me. All you can say is 'Hi'?" He asked, running his hands through his hair while pacing across the steps.
I shrugged my shoulders, telling myself to keep my voice calm, keep my poker face strong. "What else should I say?" I asked.
He looked at me hopefully. "How about 'I'm sorry about what I did. It was a mistake and I really want us to forget it ever happened."
I felt a sob rise in my throat, but I held it back. I blinked a few times to keep my tears from spilling over. "I can't say that," were the only words I could manage.
"Why?!" He asked desperately, holding onto my shoulders. "Why can't you just give us a chance? You're always running away. Why won't you just stop?" He asked, sounding agitated.
"Because I'll End Up Like My Mother," I yelled! Immediately covering my mouth with my hand, wishing I could take it back.
He looked so confused. "What?" He asked after a moment.
I stayed silent, praying for God to reverse time and let me not say that. "Ashley, what do you mean?" He asked softly.
I moved away from him and sat on the porch. "I'm already too much like her. The same hair color, eyes and, face. I hate her. I hate that I give her
"Just stay at the party. Celebrate your victory, okay? You did an amazing job out there today. Now you need to spend time with your friends, drinking and having a good time. I understand, okay?" She said. I heard her voice break towards the end.
"What are you talking about?" I asked irritated.
"Just enjoy your party, Andy." She whispered before ending the call.
CHAPTER NINE
Ashley's POV
I walked into my house and found my brothers playing with blocks on the floor. "Hey, guys!" I said, trying to keep my voice from wobbling with tears. "What are we playing?" I asked.
"Bwocks," Perry exclaimed.
I put on an exaggerated smile. "Oh cool, can I play?" I really needed to get my mind off of Andy. The look on his face when I left, then the sound of his voice on my phone, made me feel so bad.
They both looked like I had given them a million dollars. "hew," Louis said, pushing me a couple of his blocks.
"Thank you, buddy!" I said, ruffling his hair.
For the next half an hour, I played blocks with my little brothers. They managed to keep me distracted. But soon enough, the doorbell was ringing. Dad answered it and came into the living room. "Ashley, Richmond's here. Why does he look like he was run over by a freight truck?" He asked.
I shrugged and went back to playing with the blocks. "Aren't you going to answer the door?" He asked, confused.
I shook my head, two tears falling from my eyes. "No," I whispered.
Dad just looked at me concerned.
"Is everything okay honey? You two seemed fine at the game today.” He said, shifting from one foot to the other, definitely uncomfortable with the conversation.
I shrugged. "We were." I said my voice breaking. I looked at Perry and Louis, who were watching me with concern. I gave them the best smile I could and told them I'd be right back. I walked over to Dad. "He's a college guy Dad. He needs to be with people who are like him. People he can enjoy a drink with, who like going to parties. That's not me. I can't do that. Every time I smell alcohol I feel nauseous. It's not fair to him.” I said, crying lightly now.
"Sweetie, what are you talking about?" He asked, rubbing my arms lightly.
I shook my head. "Nothing, don't worry about it." I said as another tear fell.
I went to the door. "Ashley, are you okay?" Dad asked, wondering if he should get rid of Andy himself. I nodded. "I'm fine.”
I opened the door to see a much disheveled looking Andy. He looked a mixture of relieved and annoyed to see me. "Hi." I said softly, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Hi? You run away from me at a party, tell me that we're done dating and hang up on me. All you can say is 'Hi'?" He asked, running his hands through his hair while pacing across the steps.
I shrugged my shoulders, telling myself to keep my voice calm, keep my poker face strong. "What else should I say?" I asked.
He looked at me hopefully. "How about 'I'm sorry about what I did. It was a mistake and I really want us to forget it ever happened."
I felt a sob rise in my throat, but I held it back. I blinked a few times to keep my tears from spilling over. "I can't say that," were the only words I could manage.
"Why?!" He asked desperately, holding onto my shoulders. "Why can't you just give us a chance? You're always running away. Why won't you just stop?" He asked, sounding agitated.
"Because I'll End Up Like My Mother," I yelled! Immediately covering my mouth with my hand, wishing I could take it back.
He looked so confused. "What?" He asked after a moment.
I stayed silent, praying for God to reverse time and let me not say that. "Ashley, what do you mean?" He asked softly.
I moved away from him and sat on the porch. "I'm already too much like her. The same hair color, eyes and, face. I hate her. I hate that I give her
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