when we enter the house, michael immediately goes to his room and slams the door behind him. a loud bang startles me, an image forms inside my head of michael crying and trashing everything inside his bedroom.
with a numb feeling taking over me, i pull myself over to the couch and plop down on it. ashton's still at the hospital. the doctors say he's breathing so i know he's okay. they just pumped his stomach and gave him stitches on his wrist. so, when he wakes up, i'd be able to see those hazel eyes again and tell him how sorry i am for leaving him, but just the thought of him trying to take his own life away makes everything inside of me hurt.
closing my eyes, i imagine ashton happily walking inside greeting me with his warm smile that any girl would fall for. he'd plop down beside me and suggest we watch a comedy or he'd ask me what i want to eat for dinner. drowning out michael's angry screams, i open my eyes and stare at the door waiting and waiting for ashton's arrival, but no one comes.
