Ashley's Free and Fucked Up

I knocked on the front door and anxiously waited, my palms sweaty and my heart racing. I had not seen Simon in weeks, not since moving out of the apartment we used to share. A part of me was eager to see him again, but another part of me was dreading it. I took a deep breath as he opened the door, and I bit my lip nervously as our eyes met.

"Hey," Simon said, smiling shyly. His blond hair was a mess, even more so than the usual, and he seemed to have grown a beard. He looked different, and I could see the same look in his eyes, like he was as anxious as I was. Anger flared up inside me, and I tried to push it away. I knew he was in pain, but our pains were of a different nature, and I was in no mood to comfort him.

"Hey," I answered, my voice sounding colder than I'd intended. "I'm here to pick up the rest of my stuff."

"Yeah, sure," he nodded, visibly disappointed at my reaction. He moved aside, letting me into the apartment. I walked in, my head held up, determined not to let him see the pain in my eyes. I didn't want to see the look in his eyes either. He closed the door, and we stood there for a moment in awkward silence.

"You think we could talk?" He asked, his voice hesitant and sad.

I shook my head, trying to stay composed. "Listen, honestly, I don't think there's much to talk about at this point."

"Honey, please... I'm trying here."

I scoffed, my anger getting the better of me. "Oh, you're trying, are you? Well, that's great. I'm trying to forget the fact that my ex-boyfriend not only agreed to share his brainwashed girlfriend with the asshole who turned her into his ****, but also was more than happy to use me without my consent on multiple occasions." The venom in my voice surprised me, and I could see him flinch.

He looked away, his eyes wet, and he let out a shaky breath. "I didn't know what to do... I'm so sorry..."

"You could have refrained from taking advantage of me, for a start," I spat at him. "But you didn't." I turned around and started moving towards the bags filled with my belongings. "I just came to pick up the rest of my things. We're done here. Consider yourself lucky I kept my mouth shut about it."

"Please, Ashley, can we talk about this?" His voice was pleading, and I could see tears streaming down his cheeks. He stepped forward, reaching for me, but I pulled away, disgusted.

"Get the fuck away from me you fucking creep!" I shouted, pushing him away.

"Dancing twilight." His voice said.

"Hey, tiger."

THE END

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