A New Start

After moving to London, Ashton and Ashley start new. New house, new job, new atmosphere. Ashley works for the biggest magazine company in London. Ashton, is still going on with his drumming. After being married for two years, Ashton and Ashley are still struggling with rumors, fights, and their children growing up. Follow Ash&Ash once again in, A New Start

19Likes
72Comments
16576Views
AA

27. Chapter Twenty Six

Ashley's POV

"Mom, when is dad coming?" Jackie asked, stomping over to me. "He's not coming, Jackie." I replied with a huff. "Why not?" She asked. "Just like I told Nicole, dad is away." I replied. "Can he come here to see us?" She asked. "Jackie, I don't know. I don't have time to talk to you about this. Just... go into grandpa's room and watch T.V or something." I replied.

I put my hands over my forehead, and inhaled. In and out, in and out, I repeated, as I read over the paperwork. All day today, and yesterday Nicole and Jackie have been asking when Ashton is coming. Ashton isn't coming, but they can't know that.

"Jackie said you're grumpy?" My dad questioned, walking into the office. "Yes, I am. I have to get this damn paperwork filled out, and I have to get a job, and I don't have enough time for their questions." I replied. "Just relax. Take a deep breath." He said, rubbing my back.

"I'm raising three kids on my own." I scoffed, shaking my head. "Well, Ashley, I did tell you before that he wasn't good for you. But you never listened." He replied. "Well, at that time, I loved him." I sighed. "Does that mean you don't love him anymore?" He asked. "Y... No... I don't know dad, I just can't think about this right now." I replied.

"Ashley, getting married at the age you were... this was bound to happen, you know that." He said. "Dad, I told you I didn't want to talk about this." I replied. "Well, we're talking about it. You're my daughter, and I have a right to talk about this with you." He said, pulling the paper work from me.

"Dad!" I yelled, standing up. "What happened in London, that you're not telling me?" He asked. "What is this? Interrogation?" I replied. "I'm serious, Ashley. What happened." He said, taking my phone from my grasp. "Okay, I'm not a little kid anymore, dad. You can't take my things away." I replied. "Tell me what happened." He pushed. I groaned, and walked out of the office, with him following my trail.

"What happened!?" He yelled. "He didn't tell me he was going on tour!" I shouted, turning around. "So that makes you want to get a divorce?" He asked. "I don't know, dad. You and mom got a divorce when Rachel was little." I replied. "This isn't about your mom, or me. This is about you and Ashton." He said.

"He doesn't love me anymore, dad! There, I said it!" I yelled. "Now, that's not true." He said. "It is, though. It's true, and I can't stand the fact that he doesn't love me." I replied, slouching my shoulders. He sighed, and walked to me. "Don't dad. I don't need any pity right now." I snapped.

I sat on the couch, as my dad walked up the stairs, and tilted my head back. I rubbed my eyes, and groaned as E! News came on.

Ash&Ash Split?

Last week, Ashton Irwin and Ashley Green-Irwin spent the week at a mansion in Virginia. But was paradise not enough for the loving couple?

Green supposedly blew up on Irwin about him and his band going back on tour, in the middle of the street. The fight was so loud, the neighbors heard it, and actually complained.

"She was saying something about their kids, and not knowing them fully. And when I looked out the window, she was fighting him off." Clyde, a neighbor spoke to us. He said Green's demeanor was all off, and her posture was stiff, signaling fear and anger.

Irwin and band member, Calum Hood, were seen around London just the other day, and we sent out our own, Lisa Mcbride to get some answers.

"Calum, were you there for the fight?"

"No."

"Ashton, can you say what happened in Virginia?"

"No comment."

"Someone said you were aggressive, is that true?"

"I would never get aggressive with anyone, let alone my wife. If I ever put my hands on her when she didn't want them, I would be dead."

"Ashton, is it true she wants a divorce?"

"No comment."

"Calum, did you give any advice to Ashton?"

"Yes."

"What was it?"

"No comment."

"I'm guessing some things went down, and things happened, and then, I saw her running down the road, with him following behind her. She looked pretty angry, but not engaged in any violence. She looked more upset than angry really."

"Was she wearing a ring?"

"I saw something shining, so I'm guessing she was. It was a big rock, so yeah, she was." He said.

"Was there anything said about divorcing?"

"Not that I could hear no, but I do remember him saying something about if she doesn't let him do what he loves, then she's not good for him."

"You heard it here guys. Ash and Ash could have potentially split up. Stay tuned for more information about this tragic break up."

I put the remote down, and shook my head. I put my head in my hands and groaned. "Why? Why are you making this so hard on me?" I asked, lifting my head up to the ceiling. "Why mom?" I asked. I tilted my head back, and closed my eyes.

"Did you try calling him?" Someone asked. I turned around, and sighed. "Not yet, dad. He doesn't want to talk to me." I replied. "How do you know that?" He asked. "Because I do." I replied. "Why don't you at least try? Be on good terms." He said. I sighed, and picked up my phone.

"Hello?" Calum asked. "Cal?" I asked. "Ashley, what's up?" He asked. "Where's Ashton?" I asked. "Oh he's um... right here." He replied. "Can I talk to him?" I asked. "Um... yeah." He replied.

"Hello?" A voice asked. "Ashton?" I replied. "Yeah?" He asked. "How... um, how are you?" I asked. "Good, we're getting ready for tour." He replied. "Still going on tour?" I asked. "Of course." He replied. "Listen I-"

"Mommy!" Nicole screamed, running into the room. "What? What's wrong?" I asked, holding the phone away from my ear. "Is that daddy?" She asked. "Nicole, don't scare me like that. I thought something was wrong." I sighed. "Is it? Is it daddy?" She asked. "Yes, it is." I replied. "Can I talk with him?" She asked. "I guess." I sighed, picking her up, and setting her on my lap.

"Hi daddy." Nicole smiled, holding the phone to her ear. "Yes." She giggled. "No, daddy, mommy doesn't make mac and cheese like you do. Hers isn't cheesy like yours, daddy." She said. "Daddy, when are you coming home to us?" She asked. I gulped, and looked down. "Why don't you know?" She asked. "Why daddy?" She asked. "Okay." She frowned. "Hi Uncle Cally." She whispered. "But daddy, I want you here." She cried.

"Will you be here for my play?" She asked. "But daddy, you promised." She said. "You said you never break your promised." She said. "Fine. Talk to mommy. You broke your promise." She said, handing me the phone. She laid her head on my chest, and looked at the computer.

"Listen, I have to go. I'll try to call tomorrow." Ashton said, before hanging up the phone. I sighed, and put the phone back on the desk. I pressed my lips to Nicole's head, and hugged her.

"Mommy, he said he's not coming to my play." She informed. "I'm sorry sweetie." I replied. "I'm going to Jackie's room." She informed, before climbing off my lap.

I picked the phone back up, and called Ashton again. "Yes?" He asked, as he answered. "You're not going to her play?" I asked. "Ashley." He sighed. "Ashton, she was looking forward to you coming to that play." I said. "Ashley, I can't pull it off. With what's going on with us, and the tour, and the media, I can't pull it off." He replied. "The media? Seriously? Ashton, she's your daughter." I said. "I can't do it, alright? I'm telling you I can't. I know she wanted me to go since she started it, but I just can't." He replied.

"You're her father. Even Tyler would come out to see his daughter's play. And he was in jail." I said. "Don't bring that on me, Ashley. You know how hard I worked to raise Jackie. I worked my ass off trying to raise her as my own. And if he would come out, then why don't you just invite him? Or even Henry." He said. "Because, you're her father, Ashton. She should depend on you, not only as her father, but as her hero. She can't even do that." I replied.

"Ashley, look, I'm sorry that I have other things to do. Going on tour is what I love." He said. "Wow, just wow. We've been talking for a week. I thought we were doing good. But you just basically said touring is more important than your own child. I have nothing to say to that. I'm astounded." I said. "I'll try my best to make it there, alright?" He sighed.

"If you can come home when there was a fire, and when Nicole was born, then you should be able to come home for your daughter." I said. "Ashley, I can't make any promises, alright? If I can't make it, then I can't make it." He replied. "Alright. Whatever works. Nicole is already let down." I replied.

"Mom! Bryant threw up again!" Jackie said, walking into the bedroom with Bryant in her arms, with spit up all over his clothes. "Jackie, you couldn't change his clothes for me?" I asked. "I'm not touching his throw up. It's not my job." She replied. I sighed, and nodded. "Alright, lay him on his side on the floor." I replied. She put him down, and walked out of the room.

"Ashton, I have to go. Bryant is sick, and I really can't deal with the three kids." I informed. "He's sick? What's wrong?" He asked. "He's throwing up and has a fever." I replied. "Is he okay?" He asked. "Yes, he's fine." I replied, looking at my sleeping son. "He's just pale, and looks sickly. If it gets any worse, I'll take him to the hospital." I informed. "Alright. Would you kiss all the kids for me?" He asked. "Yeah." I replied, before hanging up.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...