18. Chapter Fifteen
Ashton left early this morning to meet up with the guys. I'm feeling really nervous, because tomorrow is the surgery. He won't tell me what it's for, or why he needs it.
"Hey baby." Ashton said over the phone. "Hey listen, I want you to know that tomorrow is your surgery." I said. "I know." He replied. "Jaclyn! No! Don't... Touch that." I yelled. "I gotta go. Please come home soon." I said hanging up.
"Jaclyn what did I tell you." I said picking her up. She shrugged. "You're four. Not fifteen." I said. "Where's daddy! I want daddy!" She yelled. "He's coming home, but right now, I want you to go sit in the corner. You're in timeout until daddy comes home." I said. She sighed, and walked over to the corner.
"Hey baby... Uh oh. What happened." Ashton said as he walked in the door. "Jaclyn thought it would be funny to throw a cup and a plate on the ground." I replied. "I'll handle it." He said. "Thank you. Now, if you will excuse me." I replied, walking into the bathroom.
I sat against the wall, and cried. Between my dad, Ashton's surgery, Jackie fighting, and all the hate, it's been so stressful. And so... Painful.
I know Ashton will be upset about this. I know he will. I promised I wouldn't do it. But, I can't. No. I can't do it. I can't. I have to.
I took the blade out from his razor, and held it in my hand. "Hey babe. You alright in there?" Ashton asked, knocking on the door. "Uh. Yeah. I'll be out in a second." I replied. I put the blade to my skin, and slid it across. I cleaned the blood up, and put my bracelets back on.