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I'll Make It Up To You 2

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Andy

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That morning I woke up in pain. Fuckin' couch. 

I couldn't get any type of sleep. I was up thinking about what Ashley has in mind today. I remembered him saying this will only stop until he get's bored with it. When is that gonna happened? This could go on for months! 

"Morning Andy," I saw Ashley walking down the stairs wearing nothing but black sweat pants showing off his skin. Then I realized...

"Andy?"

"Yes, Andy." he smirked.

"....You usually call me 'baby' or 'batman'.....why just my name?"

"Cause I want to. So what's for breakfast?"

"I...I don't know...we could go out-"

"Nope, you're going to cook for me." he smiled. "I'll have the simple pancakes and bacon with toast. Put butter and jam on it, an cut it diagonal." he sat on the couch and turns on the tv. "Call me when it's ready?"

"What about me?" I asked.

"You....you have cereal."

"What?"

"You heard me." he smirked watching tv. I glared at him and off I went in the kitchen. I wasn't much of a cook but I knew how to make a couple of things here and there to survive. When I was done, before I could call Ashley, he was already here. He looked like he enjoyed it. A simple thank you would be nice.

I slowly sat by him slowly pouring my cereal into a bowl and getting the milk while watching him. 

"This is good, I might ask for this again tomorrow morning." he munched on a piece of toast.

"How's your cereal?"

"Cold." I mumbled.

"Awe," he giggled. "But I'm not gonna feel sorry for you." now that was really cold. No, that was just cruel. After the displeasing breakfast, Ashley made me do his laundry. Don't get me wrong, I do laundry, but this was ridiculous. Piles and Piles of clothes. That Ashley, he shops like a total girl.

"I want them all washed."

"Babe, this is gonna-"

"Nope, no calling me 'babe' 'baby' or any cute names, just call me Ashley." I frowned. "Get it done." He left the laundry room while I attended this mess.

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I started about 12 this afternoon. I didn't finish until 4...maybe 5? Washing all of Ashley's clothes was torture. I ran out of detergent and had to run to the shore and buy it...which resulted into me getting other things for Ashley. Like food, and hair stuff and other crap..I don't even remember! Most people probably wouldn't think it's hard labor, but this is Ashley we're talking about. 

When I was finally done, I plopped onto the couch. I was weak. I couldn't even have the strength to stand since I was doing most of that all damn day. Why can't Ashley stop this? I've learned my lesson.

"Andy pop me some popcorn."

"Your watching a movie?"

"Yeah, and I need popcorn and a drink. I can't watch movies without snacks.

"Can I join?" I didn't  know why I was asking, but now I felt like I had to ask.

"No. You still have things to do." he looks at me.

"Like what?" I almost yelled.

"Well...the bathroom could look cleaner and so does our bedroom and the guestroom..and our private bathroom as well. The sheets need to be taken off and put on fresh ones...and you'll need to wash those too and put them away, and then after that, I want you to make a bath for me, you know how I like it right?"