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Its two hours later and we're both sitting at the kitchen counter, coffee mugs in hand. I've changed into dry clothes and she's changed into one of my shirts.
Two hours and neither of us have said a word. I've been racking my brain trying to find the reason for our fighting but all I can remember is her freaking out for no reason. Previous experience has taught me not to bring that up.
She's not looking at me but staring off into space with a slight frown gracing her beautiful face.
"Ash this is stupid. This whole fight is stupid and I'm sorry I let it get this far, especially since I don't even know why we are fighting."
She takes several seconds to respond and when she does she speaks slowly with purpose.
"I know why we're fighting. It's because I'm extremely jealous and you've continued to hang out with Bobby even though you know it pisses me off."
She takes a slow drink of her coffee while I digest what she's just said. Yes I've kept hanging out with him even though she doesn't like him but I should be allowed to hang out with who I want. She still hangs out with Madison and I think she's a total bitch.
I know I have to choose my next few words carefully. Ashley seems to be in a fragile emotional state these past few days.
"Do you're saying that you want me to stop hanging out with Bobby? That's what this is all about?"
Again she takes her time responding to me and it's driving me crazy.
"Yes mainly he's the problem."
"Ok he's part of what's wrong what else is going on? There's something you're not telling me."
Ashley sets down her coffee mug and runs her hand through her auburn curls.
"I was just PMS-ing that first time I snapped on you then you didn't come after me. You didn't fight for me like I've been fighting for you since I met you. Then as the days went by you didn't even make an attempt to fix this and I became angrier with you. But as angry as I was I missed you that much more."
I stand up and walk quickly to her chair, taking her hand in mine.
"Ashley why didn't you just say something."
"Because I shouldn't have to Spencer."
She stands abruptly, wrenching her hand from my grasp. I follow suit and stand up.
"Oh come on Ashley I'm not a mind reader."
"Spencer I'm not asking you to be a mind reader. I'm asking you to take into consideration my feelings. Do you know what you've put me through these past few months, especially at the beginning?"
My jaw drops; I can't believe what I'm hearing.
"Well damn I'm so sorry this has been so hard on you! I forgot you were the one with the recently murdered boyfriend; oh wait no that wasn't fucking you, it was me!"
Angry tears run down my face and now she's the one standing there with her mouth hanging open.
The door opens and Becky walks in.
"You should leave."
The growl in my voice tells Becky not to question my words and she quickly slips back out the door.
"Look Spencer I know what you have been going through has been hard but imagine what Becky and I have gone through?"
"No, no you don't get to compare yourself to her. She's not holding it against me."
I don't know if I've ever been this angry at someone before.
"Wait this is all coming out wrong, I'm not saying what I mean."
"Then what do you mean Ashley? Are you done with me? Was this some sort of little game to you?"
She's looking at me like I've slapped her and tears spring into her eyes.
"So that's how you think I feel?"
"Well it seems to me like that's what's going on here?"
I can hear myself hurting her but I can't stop.
"Fuck you Spencer."
"Forget it Ashley. I realize that you wouldn't understand what I'm going through. You lead the perfect fucking life with all your money and fucking rich friends."
I hear the slap before I feel it. When I look back at her tears are pouring out of her face.
"I hate you."
Those were the last words she said to me. She walked out of my apartment and out of my life. Like I said it's been over a year and I can't forget her or what she said to me that night. I realize now that we both said things we didn't mean and maybe it was all my fault.
Now I sit here in New York holding onto a small, white invitation to Glen's wedding. I know I have to go but can I face the mistakes I've made? Will I be able to fix them or is it all too late?
I know its short but that's the end of this story. The sequel is coming soon! My best friend is visiting this weekend so I don't know when I'll get the first chapter of the next story up. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed this story. I'm so happy so many people read and enjoyed the story. Chapter inspired by the song Too Many Words by Sick Puppies. Great song you should all check it out! Peace and love!