Forever Young

"It was the first kiss and the first time I felt connected to anything."

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35. Chapter 35

(This one isn't as good, like my writing is sloppy.. sorry loves xx)

 

Ashton's POV:

I'm pissed. Pissed at her, pissed at myself, mad that she walked out, but mad that she thinks I meant for all of this to happen.

I shouldn't have let her walk out, I should've told her to stay. I should've said this, I shouldn't have done that.

Everything I did was wrong.

Everything she felt was right.

I fucked up.

Bad.

What were you thinking?

That drunken voice in the back of my head slurs. I'm now drunk. Really drunk.

 

Badly drunk.

 

But the pain isn't numb yet.

 

I order another drink.

 

"Another scotch?" The busty red headed bartender asks, I nod at her and watch her walk away. Her hair isn't as pretty as Eve's, it's shorter and brighter. It probably doesn't feel the same either, or smell the same…

I hear a soft giggle come from the barstool beside me. I turn my head. A wide eye'd blonde girl sits holding her palm to her mouth laughing.

"What's so funny?" I ask annoyed.

"Well aren't you a feisty one." She scoots over to the next barstool, running her hand along my pant leg.

"Yea, so. What do you want?"

"I'm just a random girl at a bar, sweetie. I'll take whatever you've got." The buzz of the alcohol blurs the girls' face. Her hand gets higher on my thigh, I picture Eve's hand. Eve's lips. Eve's face.

Maybe if I imagine Eve.

When I open my eyes,

She'll be here.

With me.

Touching me.

Holding me.

 

I blink once and the blonde is dragging me to the bathroom stalls.

 

I blink twice and her lips are already on mine.

 

Third time, she's straddling my waist as she's propped up on the counter, already unlatching her bra.

 

Eve's POV:

I got a motel. I had enough cash from my birthday for one night at the Greatful Inn of 24th st.

Oh yay.

I close my eyes in the cold, dark room and cry myself to sleep.

Hoping that when I wake, Ashton will be here.

With me.

Touching me.

Holding me.

 

***

 

Ashton's POV:

The sun hits me like a fucking lightening bolt and I jolt awake from a terrible nightmare.

I'm not in my apartment.

I'm in somebody else's place.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

Oh fucking mother fucking fuck fuck fuck.

I tumble out of bed and see a post it on the counter.

 

'I had to go to work, last night was fun. My boyfriend will be home at 1, please be gone by then. xoxo Cambre'

 

Who the fuck is Cambre?

My subconscious questions…

 

Wait…

 

We did it.

We had sex.

It's all coming back now.

I slept with another woman.

Another woman who wasn't Eve.

Evelyn.

I grab my keys, phone, and pants and run out of the strangers apartment. My car is in the lot and I drive it all of the way home.

 

When I get there Evelyn sits with her back pressed hard against my apartment door with her knees pulled in.

She looks up at me.

She looks so beautiful.

Tired.

But beautiful.

Her hair is full and she's not wearing make-up. It brings out her eyes more, the color.

Her big, blue eyes.

"Hi." I say.

"Where were you?" She asks.

"How long have you been here?" I ask back.

"An hour."

"Why?"

"Can we go inside and talk?" She asks softly.

"Course." I say, she stands up but refuses to make eye contact with me. I open the door for her and we both walk inside.

She speaks first after I shut the door.

"Ashton I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so terribly sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, I shouldn't have said such horrible things, I didn't mean a word of it Ashton."

"Eve I-"

"No. No, I have to apologize. Last night, I stayed at a motel. Because I had nowhere to go. No one would take me, I knew no one would… And Ash, if we weren't fighting. I would've ran to you, because I know you love me and you would've let me stay. You would've taken care of me."

"You stayed at a motel?"

An unwelcome picture of cold, homeless Evelyn curled up in a nasty motel bed hushes my brain.

"Well yea… Ashton what was I suppose to do?" She asks.

"… I don't know."

I can't keep this in any longer.

"Eve, sit down. I gotta say something." I say, being careful with my words.

If I said 'we need to talk'. She might get the wrong idea.

Evelyn carefully sits down and I do as well.

It's getting really hard not to kiss her.

I haven't kissed her in ages.

Her soft, full lips are so pink. I just want to grab her and kiss her all over.

But I can't.

"Um…" I start. "Last night," How the fuck do I say this?

 

"Last night,"

 

"After you left…"

 

"I did something stupid…"

 

"Really, really stupid…"

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