Resistance • l.h.

Fifteen

"Cami, look at me," Ashton soothed, rubbing relaxing circles into my arm.

"THAT F.UCKING BITCH!" I screamed, causing a couple birds nearby to fly away in surprise. I wanted to strangle something alive, wreck a building, something.

"Don't jump to conclusions, now. She may have just came from the gym."

"Don't try to defend her, Ashton. We have a freaking gym inside our house. Luke's-her damn husband's- house! Plus she claimed to be at a meeting. You don't look freshly banged from a meeting."

Ashton sighed, knowing I was right. I couldn't calm myself down, though. How could she do this to Luke?

My heart nearly stopped when my mind reminded me that she could have just been with Luke. But then I realized that she had been leaving from some kind of hotel. She wouldn't need to go meet her own husband somewhere else to have sex.

"Cami-"

"Take me home," I interrupted.

He just nodded, and we walked to his small grey car. Once inside, he stared at me, which only made the urge to cry even worse.

I couldn't describe the hatred I had for my mother. I was ashamed to call her that. I truly wished that she would get hit by a bus on her way home.

"What are you waiting for? Drive," I snapped at my best friend. When I saw him recoil out of the corner of my eye and start the engine, the lump in my throat grew. I was taking this out on one of the only people I cared about.

The whole ride was in a somber silence, the only noise originating from my occasional sniffling. I had let some tears fall, and I couldn't stop them from flowing.

By the time we had arrived in front of my house, I felt numb.

"Are you going to tell Luke?" Ashton asked in a small voice.

What the hell do you think? Duh! My mind screamed, but the selfish part of me screamed no. I thought I would lose Luke forever if I told him. He'd get a divorce and I'd never see him again. It was already bad enough with Jocelyn; Luke was the only thing that made the days somewhat bearable.

I shrugged. "I don't have a clue about what's going on right now, Ashton."

"Look at me," he demanded softly and I had to pry my eyes from the road to his face, full of concern. How did I get so lucky to have a friend like him?

"I know there's a lot more going on that you're not letting me know. As upset as I am about that, I respect your decisions. We all have our secrets. I just hope one day, you'll be able to tell me. But I know that no matter what happens, you'll be okay. And if you aren't, I'll kick their ass," Ashton promises, and gives a wink in my direction.

Despite my depressed mood, I laughed. He pulled me into one last hug, and I returned it, crushing him to me.

"You'll be okay, I know it," he whispered into my hair.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"I sure hope so."

Dude I want a friend like Ashton goddamn it. Lmfao...this story officially had more comments than favorites, which makes me both confused and incredibly happy! Until next time :)