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King
Dom leaves, and I want to murder Ash for being so goddamn stupid and drinking himself to this point. If he were just a normal fucking eighteen-year-old, then I would be in my girl’s bed right now, not cleaning vomit off the sheets again.
“That’s it, I’ve fucking had it,” I snap and grip his arm, pulling him off the mattress and into the bathroom. “Get your ass in the bathtub,” I growl, and Ash looks up at me.
His hazel eyes are red-rimmed and watery. I’m pissed off beyond belief with him, but I still feel sorry for his broken ass. He climbs into the tub wearing only a pair of boxers and shivers.
I leave him and return to the bedroom to add another load of bedding to the pile for the maid to wash. Ash better give her one hell of a tip. Especially since he’s hosting the Halloween party this weekend.
I swing by the kitchen and grab some saltines and ginger ale. I don’t know if Ash can keep anything down right now, but that’s what I’ve always used for a hangover. I walk back into the bathroom and find Ash sitting up against the bath pillow he has. His knees are bent, and he’s sobbing into his lap.
I don’t know if I should leave him alone or console him. I turn to leave, but he looks up. “Wait,” he croaks, and I sigh. I give him a pointed look, and he shakes his head. I walk over to the toilet and grab the tissues on the shelf behind it.
Bringing them over to Ash, I hand them to him. He wipes his face and gives me a watery smile. “You should just leave me here to die in my misery,” he whispers, and I roll my eyes.
“Fuck, you’re dramatic,” I say, and he shakes his head.
“What do I have to live for, King? My family is all gone. The girl I loved doesn’t remember me and hates my guts. My best friends are moving on, and I’m still stuck here. I don’t know what to do anymore.”
He looks off into the mirror and winces. “I look like death,” he mutters, and I snort.
“Yeah, you look like shit,” I agree, and this time he cracks a smile, but it’s weak. “As for everything else, Ash. You haven’t lost Gracie or us. The whole time we hung out last night, she kept saying that she felt like something was missing and guilty that you weren’t there.
“She may have amnesia, but she still remembers you deep down, Ash,” I grumble and run my fingers through my messy brown hair. He chuckles and rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, she remembers me as the asshole who has tormented and tortured her. She doesn’t remember all the times I held her; made love to her. She only sees the bad, and I know I’m the idiot who chose that. It’s too late for me, King. I need to let her go,” he mumbles before laying back down.
“I’ve loved her since the sixth grade. The only way to ever stop is in death,” he mumbles as his eyes close, and he starts to snore lightly. My heart races at his words, and I know I need to call his parents.
Ash needs help. Real help.
* * *
I must have fallenasleep on Ash’s bedroom floor because my phone vibrating wakes me up. I have ten missed calls from my mom and two texts from our group chat. I sit up and rub my eyes, yawning.
Ash is no longer in the tub, but the shower is running. I lean my back against the wall and try to stretch out my legs. I text the guys back that I’m going to be late, then stand and plug my phone into Ash’s charger.
He leaves the bathroom in only a towel as I dig through his drawers for a change of clothes. His pants are a little long on me, but they’ll work for school. “I’m not going today. I feel like ass,” Ash grumbles as he sits on the bed, and I don’t even hesitate. I spin around and punch him in the jaw.
“You are going to get your ass the fuck up, dressed, and in your car in fifteen minutes, or I will drive you to a rehab facility myself. Don’t fucking test me, Ashton Tristan Daniels,” I growl, and his hazel eyes widen as he rubs his cheek.
“Why?” he asks, and I want to knock his ass out.
“Because I fucking love you, asshole. We all do, and we won’t let you throw your life away. Mia died, not you. You’re still living and fucking breathing. We get it; Gracie broke you.
“She did something so absolutely horrific, but she doesn’t remember it, and if you want her back like we all know you do, then you need to get your head out of your goddamn ass, stop drinking, and man the fuck up.
“Oh, and get your bitch on a leash before she kills Gracie,” I grumble and grab a shirt. It’s a little tight in the arms, but I don’t fucking care. I need food and coffee, and then I’m going to march up to Gracie and kiss the shit out of her.
I don’t care who the fuck is around when I do it. I have been dealing with Ash’s mopey shit all night, and I want those cookies Dom promised me.
Ash grumbles, and I know he’s ready to argue, but I’m not putting up with it.
“NOW, ASH!” I roar, and he jumps. I start throwing clothes his way and watch as he puts them on. His hands are shaky, and I mumble under my breath.
“Let’s go get some fucking breakfast, and then we’re going to school.”
“She’s not going to take me back, King. And I don’t even know if I want her back,” he mutters, and I laugh.
