"It's gonna be okay. I promise you. He will get his memory back and remember what a bitch Dorothea Hurley is and he will come back to you."
Richie walked over to her.
"I'm so sorry Ash. I'm sorry I brought you over here to see him. That was a new low, even for Dorothea. But Johnny really isn't in his right mind. He would never pick that bitch over you. Come on let's just get you out of here!"
"Okay." She looked over at John's Mustang as she climbed in Richie's car. So many memories and happy times, in that car. As they pulled out onto Ocean Avenue, it was hard to miss the beach where they had made love. It was more than she could take. Her body full of alcohol, a head full of hurtful memories, and her heart filled with pain, took their toll.
"Oh my God! Pull over Richie!" Ashley started gagging and had he hand over her mouth. I'm gonna be sick! He stopped the car and pulled the seat up and she sprang out of the backseat.
She fell to the ground and started throwing up violently. She absolutely thought she was dying. And at this point she actually prayed for it. What did she have to live for anyway. It felt like everything she had, had been stolen from her. And now here she was on her hands and knees on Ocean Avenue, puking her guts out. While strangers drove by getting a good look at her ass, because her short skirt was hiked up showing her almost nonexistent panties. If this wasn't rock bottom it sure as hell felt like it. After heaving up everything in her stomach she passed right out in the street.
"Oh my God is she okay?" Stacey screamed when she fell over hitting her head on the pavement, and skinning up both her arms and legs.
"Yeah, she's okay." Richie picked her up and put her in the backseat.
"You know I can't believe that fucking asshole!" Stacey yelled getting back in the car.
"Who Johnny?" Richie asked.
"Hell yes, he was practically screwing Dot right in front of Ashley's face! That was fucking wrong!"
"I know it, but I kind of think it was good for her to find out. The doctors don't even know if he will ever get his memory back, and you see how he is now. It hurt her tonight, but I think she can move on before he does something worse to her."
"You really care about her don't you?"
"Yeah, I mean Ashley deserves so much better than this. Somebody that really loves her." He was thinking somebody like him.
"You're right. She deserves something way better than that asshole!"
Richie thought to himself. "Damn I hope she gives me a chance to prove to her, how much I care about her."
"You guys are being a little hard on Johnny, aren't you? Hell he thinks he's back in June, and he's just doing what he was doing then." David stated his unpopular opinion.
"And just what was that?" Stacey asked with an attitude. "Screwing everything with a skirt on?" She asked rolling her eyes.
"Precisely!" David laughed. "Johnny is my new official hero!" He chuckled.
"You know that shit isn't funny David! Did you not see her face? That was the saddest thing, I've ever seen. You just don't know all the shit Ashley's has been through!"
"Hey look, I'm sorry I was just trying to be funny to lighten the mood. I love Ash, she's a sweet girl and I know how much Johnny cared about her in his right mind. I hope they can work it out."
"I don't! I hope he just leaves my damn cousin alone! He's hurt her enough! I'd rather see her with anybody, other than him! Hell I'd rather see her with Bret after tonight!"
"I guess that would be up to her. I still feel a little sorry for Johnny. Her Dad almost killed him." David was going to stand up for his friend, no matter what.
"True and that was wrong and he deserves to be in jail, but you can only love somebody so damn much. And she was crushed. She knew they were going back there to fuck! You tell me how she's suppose to deal with that David?"
"I can't, that was the lowest thing I have ever seen somebody do to somebody else. But it was Dorothea, not John. He didn't realize what he was doing to her. Hell he would have rather chopped his arm off than hurt her!"
"Let's just agree to disagree on this." She replied wanting to drop the subject.
"Sure fine with me."
They were all quiet the rest of the way to the Fast Lane. Richie pulled up next to her Jeep. Let me just lay her down and I'll follow you home so I can take her inside. It's the least, I can do for her. Richie told Stacey, wanting to help Ashley.
"Oh thank you so much Richie. You are so dang sweet." Stacey kissed him on his cheek and smiled. We are staying at her house so just meet me over there."
"No problem, darlin." He grinned back at her.
David went inside. He didn't want to ride over there with them, he just wanted to drink a few beers at the club and hang out. He ran into Alec and Tico at the bar and filled them in on all the drama surrounding John.
"Damn so Johnny doesn't remember anything since June?" Alec asked, finding it hard to believe.
"Yep nothing."
"What about us recording them having sex, that night at Jack Ponti's?"
No he doesn't remember anything, he doesn't remember Ashley at all. He asked for Dot at the hospital and she came up there acting like they never broke up. Like he didn't catch her fucking Bobby a few months ago!"
"I can't believe that bitch, even showed up at the hospital!" Tico shook his head, taking a sip of his beer.
"Wow that's bullshit! And she's moved in with him?" Alec asked.
Well she's over there with him now.
Outside, Richie laid Ashley back on the seat and grabbed his jacket from the front and covered her up. She looked like a peaceful angel, and even though she was sick, he still thought she was beautiful.
Stacey pulled out and Richie followed her to Ashley's. Richie got her out of his car and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.
Stacey opened the door and turned the light on.
He had never actually been in her room before. It was pink and girly but she had cool band posters hanging up. She even had an old Poison poster. And right above the bed she had pictures of her and John. They sure looked happy. He was hoping she was done with John but it sure left a lump in his throat, looking around. He was all choked up knowing how much she loved him and had been through today. He laid her down on the bed and Stacey took her shoes off. She was out, he pulled the blanket over her and sat down on a chair.
"Can you stay with her, for a little bit. I need to go feed my cat and get a change of clothes?"
"Yeah go ahead. I don't mind. Richie sat back in the girly pink chair watching her sleep. "She's so beautiful," he thought as she looked so peaceful sleeping.
She started groaning and moving around. "Oh I'm gonna be sick." She sat up and he helped her to the toilet. Her gag reflex was working overtime, but nothing was coming out. There wasn't anything left. She was still drunk out of her mind and all of a sudden she started pulling at her clothes, like she wanted to take them off.
"Ashley wait, til Stacey comes back, she'll be back in a minute." Richie tried to convince her not to, he knew how drunk she was.
But she was determined to remove the dirty clothes. Richie decided to help her but he tried a little, very little, not to look. But it was virtually impossible. He helped her pull the skin tight top over her head, leaving her thin lacey black bra, he could almost see through. He unzipped her black skirt and swallowed hard as it hit the floor he wanted to look away but she stumbled a little, so he grabbed her and steadied her.
She grabbed at her thin bra and unhooked it from the front, exposing her perfect breasts. Richie developed a large lump in his throat as he tried to swallow, followed by some growing down below, in his jeans."I've really got to get the fuck out of here!" He thought, but couldn't really tear himself away, as she reached down and slid her black lacey panties to the floor and he got an up close peep show and a first hand view of her heart shaped birthmark. It was on her most intimate area, and just as perfect as it had been described. "Oh fuck she is totally perfect." He heard in his head as she stepped her shapely legs into the shower. "The damn video with John had definitely not done her body justice."
He thought as he scampered back to the pink chair. Not believing what had just happened, but smiling to himself that he had finally been in the right place at the right damn time.
After a few minutes, Stacey came in. "Where is she?"
"She felt sick again, but she was just dry heaving and then she wanted to take a shower."
"Okay." She went in the bathroom. Ash are you okay?"
"Yeah." She spit out some mouth wash in the sink. She had to get rid of the horrible taste in her mouth. She walked past her in just a towel and laid down on her bed, with her hair still soaking wet.
"I think I'm going to go." Richie glanced over at Ashley. Knowing he knew exactly what perfection was lying underneath that thin blue towel. He pulled his shirt tail out to cover the growing bulge, in his pants, before Stacey could see it, and walked to the door. "I hope she feels better."
"She's still really out of it. Thank you so much for your help tonight Richie."
"It's no big deal." He went down to his car. He got in and glanced over at John's parents house. He thought about all the good times he had there. Somehow, he and John, seemed so distant right now. He cranked up and headed home. More determined than ever to win Ashley over if she would have him.
Stacey helped get Ashley into a night shirt. She covered her up with her pink blanket and went down stairs to watch tv. She was watching Charlie's Angels reruns when she fell asleep, on the couch.
Hours later Ashley was sleeping very soundly when she felt John slip into bed, under the covers with her. He put his arms around her and began kissing her like he hadn't seen her in months. He began fondling her perky breasts. Oh she had missed him and was so glad he was there. He laid on top of her reaching under her night shirt. Dipping his fingers in her wet heat to see just how much she longed for him.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He kissed her and she felt how aroused he was through his jeans. He was fumbling with his button and zipper of his pants. She couldn't believe he was really here. Laying in her bed with her. She breathed in deeply the smell of his cologne, and it took her mind back to a warm summer breeze where she stood on the beach with him. She breathed in deeply again and remembered him hitting her right across the face, knocking her to the ground, in a fit of anger. This wasn't John at all, it was Jake!
She opened her eyes to see him smiling and she screamed out loud. She pushed with all of her might. "Stop! Get off of me now!"
Her bedroom door flew open. "Get off her Jake!"
Her head turned to see her brother Ricky plopping down in her pink chair.
Jake stood up. "I was just messing with her."
"Hey sis." Ricky smiled.
"How the hell did y'all get in the house?" Ashley asked highly hungover and agitated.
"The door wasn't even locked." Ricky replied with a grin.
"Y'all can't stay here!" Ashley announced, jumping up and going in her closet to throw on some shorts.
"Oh but you're wrong about that, sister dear. Dad called and told me to get my ass out here, and he said I could stay as long as I wanted to! What kind of damn trouble did that fucking boyfriend of yours, get Dad into anyway?"
"It wasn't Johns fault, Dad tried to kill him!"
"He was easy on him, compared to what, I'm going to do to him!" Jake chimed in.
"You stay the hell away from him Jake!"
He laughed. "What's wrong you didn't have any problem with him and two of his friends beating the shit out of me! It's just time for a lil country payback darlin!" He laughed.
Stacey walked in. "Hey Ricky. What did you bring this slime ball her for?"
"Screw you Stacey!" Jake yelled as she entered the room.
"Hey Stace, dang you're all grown up cuz, it's been a while since I've seen you."
"You look like shit Ashley!" Jake observed sitting back down on the bed.
"Fuck off Jake!" She replied, revealing her pissy mood.
"No really what happened to your face did your boyfriend, do that?" Jake asked like he was really concerned.
She grabbed her face, realizing the makeup had washed off. "Oh no, John wouldn't ever hit me."
"Who did?" Ricky asked this time.
"Daddy hit me." She replied looking up at him with pain in her eyes.
"I'm sorry Ash. He didn't tell me that. Are you okay?"
"Yeah I just have a bad hangover."
"I'll get you some medicine for it." Jake jumped up surprising her that he even offered.
"Thanks it's in the bathroom."
He went out and came back with a bottle of pills and handed them to her.
"Thanks." She downed two pills and fell over on her bed wanting to die, so she could escape the pounding in her head and the hurting in her heart.
"Y'all come on and let her sleep." Stacey hurried them out of her room. They all walked downstairs and Rickey went in the kitchen to look for something to cook.
"What's wrong with her?" Jake questioned.
"What do you mean?" Stacey asked.
"She's a fucking mess. She wasn't like that the last time I was here?"
"Ash is just going through some stuff, Jake. She's really scaring me. I've never seen her so hurt before. Just please leave her alone! You've done enough to her anyway!"
"Hell no, it wasn't my fault she fell down those damn stairs! She's remembering it wrong!"
"Well she said you hit her and I believe her!"
"Oh I did hit her! We were fighting and she slapped the shit out of me! But I didn't knock her down those damn stairs! She almost died that night! I love Ash, I swear I didn't mean for her to fall, like that!"
"Just please leave her alone, she has enough problems without you coming here stirring up shit Jake!"
"I told you, I love her. I want her back!"
"No she has a boyfriend, well when he remembers her she will!"
"What? What the hell do you mean by that?" Jake asked all confused.
"Uncle Randy tried to kill him, he choked off his oxygen supply and he has some kind of brain damage or something, but he lost some of his memory. He can't remember the last few months. He doesn't know Ashley at all. He doesn't remember anything after June."
"You're shitting me!" He laughed.
"No I'm serious! And he thought he was still with his old girlfriend so he went back to her. Ashley saw them together tonight. They had been sleeping together and that bitch, made damn sure Ash knew it too!"
"Damn man that's fucked up!" Rickey reacted from the kitchen, overhearing.
"Damn why don't somebody just tell the asshole Ashley is his girlfriend!"
"The doctor said his brain may not be able process it, since he has no memory of it, and he could have a seizure. You remember the seisures Ashley had after her fall, she won't risk it!"
"Well good with him out of the picture, there's room for me to reclaim my rightful spot." He grinned.
"She'll never take you back Jake! She loves John! Did you know she slept with him?"
"Yeah I know. I was really pissed about it too! Making me wait all that fucking time! Almost a year! Then she moved out here and gave it right up to that asshole! Another reason I am going to kick his ass!"
"He doesn't even remember doing it with her anyway. She is a stranger to him. Just leave him alone. Before you hurt him too and go to jail like Uncle Randy!"
"You know they won't even set a bail for him! That kids parents are pressing charges and they are charging him with attempted murder!" Randy announced from the kitchen. Finishing up, scrambling the eggs.
"Dad told me to come out here to find him a good lawyer. He's been calling Ashley, but he said she won't even pick up."
"You saw her face! I don't blame her for not talking to him. Y'all please lay off her, Ashley is taking this really hard, and I know how y'all two assholes like to give her a hard time when y'all are together!"
"I hear you, Stace. But Ash is my sister, I might pick on her ass and drive her nuts, but I do love her. Both my sisters mean a lot to me. So You can save your breath. I'm not here to give her a hard time."
"Good and what about you?" She turned to give Jake an evil eye.
"I told you. I love her and I'm here to get her back."
"Don't hold your breath. She's still really pissed at you!"
"She'll get over it, I'll make it up to her."
"I'm going to check on her. Stacey walked up stairs. She opened the door and Ashley was sleeping very soundly. She closed the door back and went down stairs.
"She's sleeping. I'm going home for a little bit. I'll come back and check on her later."
John woke up feeling like shit.
The headaches were coming more often. He staggered to the bathroom hunting the bottle from the doctor, to get rid of the throbbing pain. He sat down on the couch and grabbed a throw pillow to lay his head back on. Something fell out from behind the pillow.
He picked it up. It was Ashley's favorite Alabama t-shirt. He picked it up and looked at it. Wondering where the hell it came from. He didn't know anybody that admitted liking the University of Alabama much less wear one of those damn shirts. He held it up and got a whiff of the sweet floral scented perfume, the same perfume, he smelled on the blonde angel that was in his livingroom, last night.
It enveloped his senses and spoke right to his heart. It had to be Ashley's shirt. He held it up to his face and breathed in again, more deeply this time. Enjoying the sweet scented smell of her tantalizing aroma, as he drifted away to the same little fantasy with her on the beach. She was there smiling and looking at him like they were totally in love. He felt happy and so at peace with her. He balled up on the couch clutching her t-shirt to his face as he continued having the best dream.
He was sleeping very well when he felt something hit his foot. "What are you doing out here? And why the hell are you holding on to that damn shirt like that? Dorothea questioned with her grouchy precoffee morning attitude.
"I thought we could make love before I went to work?"
"No, my head is killing me. I'm sorry but I just can't!"
"Come on Johnny, just a little quickie, not the full thing like you did last night! That was so totally awesome, by the way. I'll even do all the work! All you have to do is lay there!"
"What's with you? All you want is sex lately! You're turning into a damn nympho or something! Now I gave it to you really good last night! That was probably some of my best work! But I just can't right now, so lay off!"
"Okay well I've got to work at the diner all day, but you rest up because we are doing it tonight!"
John blew his breath and shook his head. "Damn it baby, you make me feel like I'm just a piece of meat, or something!" He laughed.
"Well you better be ready tonight!" She picked up her keys and headed out to her car. She still had to go by her Mom's house to get her uniform and finish getting ready for work.
"Finally alone." He thought. He sat back on the couch and looked down at the crimson red shirt in his hand. Just holding onto this shirt, seemed to relax him and make him feel better. He felt like taking a walk maybe going for a run, if he felt okay. He put his running shoes on and stepped out into the morning sunshine. He went behind the apartments onto a little path into the woods.
He walked a little ways and came up upon a tree that had a carving. He was certain he had stood in this very spot before. He looked over at the heart carved into the tree, with two names written.
"Johnny and Ashley." He mumbled, not sure if he was awake or caught in a dream. It looked like his handwriting. "But why would I have done this? What if Dot ventured back here? How damn dumb am I? I carved this chick's name in a tree right by my apartment? It's not hard to figure out, who the hell Johnny and Ashley are? Damn! I'll just have to make sure to keep Dot the hell out from back here!"
He started along the trail again. He even jogged a little. He had so many conflicted thoughts running through his mind. He was a little sick of Dorothea. Her bossy ways were always a sore spot with him and her new obsession with sex with him was borderline compulsive. He loved sex just as much as any normal red blooded male, but not on cue, and he didn't like being at her beck and call. It was turning into a chore and he hated chores.
He made it back to the apartment and saw a familiar face walking over to him.
"Hi John."
"Well hello beautiful." He had spotted her yesterday showing a lady an apartment and figured out she was the apartment manager. He chuckled thinking how convient that was going to be. Angela always held a little soft spot in his heart. She had just turned a little psycho, when she got a little more obsessed with him, than he liked. But she was definitely the wildest free spirited lover he had ever had. And as he was smiling at her. He was already picturing her naked.
"Who was the cute little brunette doing the walk of shame out of your door this morning?"
"Oh she's just a friend of mine, nothing too serious. So you've been spying on my door have you?" He looked up with a familiar little smirk on his face. "So just what were you hoping to see? Me in my underwear?" He plastered a little smirk across his face.
"No Mr., always so full of your damn self, Bonjiovi. I was just out getting the newspaper and noticed her leaving out of your door."
"Well her name is Dot and she'll be hanging around some, but don't worry. I always have room for one more."
"You have gotten a little older Johnny, but I see your pickup lines haven't improved." She laughed and John noticed the first sign of her age showing. She was getting some little laugh lines around her mouth. And what a nice mouth it was. He had a few plans for it if Ms. Apartment manager was up for it.
"Angela I'm having a little problem in my apartment, can you come check it out?"
"Is it that damn bathtub? I really don't need water damage on the bottom apartment again!"
"Yeah sure the bathtub. That's what it is." He didn't even know what she was talking about. He grinned thinking back to when he was younger going over to her house and spending all day in her bed, How all his friends envied him. She had really taught him some valuable lessons in the bedroom and now he wanted to show her just how he had perfected his skills.
She was still extraordinarily hot for a woman 12 years older than him, but she seemed extremely lonely. And he could help her with that for a couple hours, if she was up for it. They went back to his place and the jig was soon up. When she realized he had tricked her, she smiled. "Oh you're a bad boy, John Bongiovi. Do you need me to turn you over my knee like I used to?"
"I'm up for it if you are?" He smiled and grabbed her arm and pulled her back toward his bedroom. She sat on the bed just looking at the gorgeous man he turned out to be. He took his shirt off exposing his chest hair that was fully grown in now. He only had sparse sprigs of hair when they were together before. He took both his hands and fluffed it up on the sides of his chest, like every hair had to be in place.
He laid her down on the bed and started kissing her as he slowly removed her clothes and the rest of his.
"I thought you were too involved with that girl to revisit old times with me?" She smiled looking deep into his ocean blue eyes.
"I told you Dot and I aren't that serious."
"Not her, the other one!"
"What other one?"
"The blonde."
"He wasn't sure which blonde, she had seen him with. Nah those girls bore me baby. I need a real woman." He smiled, but he wasn't in the mood for questions, he was ready to start fucking.
John was just wanting to get lost. To let himself go and forget everything that was weighing on his mind. And there was no better release for him than sex. And the sweaty, raunchy, nasty sex, he always had with Angela, was just what he craved.
Angela always liked it pretty rough and John was eager to please. They had been going at it about an hour when he missed a knock at the front door. Dorothea had forgotten her wallet and she needed her i.d. to cash her check , and pay her car payment later. She tried the doorknob and it was unlocked. When she walked in she heard the unmistakable cries of hot passionate sex, as she walked to the open bedroom door. She froze in place. "Oh my God did he get his memory back? Is that Ashley?" She wondered as she quietly entered the room.
She walked in and John didn't even notice her. She could definitely tell it wasn't Ashley. He had Angela pinned to the mattress, and his lily white ass was going up and down as he was pounding her from behind. Angela's genuine moans and pleas begging him to do it harder, was really pissing Dot off.
Dorothea filled with rage. Here she was trying to get pregnant with his damn baby and he had some bitch bent over fucking her brains out, when he had just turned her down, for sex this morning! She turned the light on and John stopped thrusting instantly. He pulled out and sat down on the bed. Taking off the condom and dropping it to the floor, as Angela looked on horrified. Not knowing what was about to to happen.
"What the fuck Johnny? I go to work and you fuck the first old lady you drag in off the street!"
He went to speak but Angela cut him off.
"Wait a minute! Angela grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself. "Who the fuck are you calling old?"
"You! I'm calling you old! Do you even know him? How desperate are you to come in my damn house and fuck my damn boyfriend as soon as I left for work?"
"Look here you little tramp! This isn't your damn house, I'm the fucking apartment manager here! You might drop by to fuck him, but the only name on the damn lease is Johnny's! And hell yes I was fucking him, long before he ever knew you!"
"What?" She turned her big brown eyes to John. "How the hell do you know her Johnny?"
John grabbed his shorts off the floor and slipped them on and stood up. "Look Dot it's a long story, but she used to live across from me. So yeah I've known her for years."
"But that doesn't explain to me why you are in here fucking her!" Dot yelled like a crazy woman out of control.
"Look I'm sorry! I just got carried away! We were talking about old times and I guess we went a little to far. But it doesn't mean anything to me.
Angela turned to him shocked that he just admitted sleeping with her hadn't meant anything to him. She grabbed her clothes and went in the bathroom and slammed the door.
John grabbed Dot's arm, but she broke free. "Don't you fucking touch me! You have her disgusting body juices all over you! I can't believe I've been trying to have a baby with you?"
John lost all color in his face and turned white as a sheet. "What did you say?"
Angela bolted out of the bathroom pissed off and hurried to the front door and left in a huff.
John looked at Dot. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I threw my birth control pills away! I told you I wanted us to have a baby together!"
"Are you out of your fucking mind? I'm not ready to have a baby with you or anybody else!" John yelled. He couldn't believe she was trying to pull this shit on him.
"Well there's a good chance I'm pregnant, and an even better chance that you won't ever get to see your own child! You two timing bastard!"
"I can't believe you fucking lied to me! That's why you turned into a fucking nympho! Jumping on my dick every chance you got! you were trying to get your damn self pregnant! But why? Why do you want a baby so fucking bad Dorothea?"
"I don't want a baby, I want your baby! Then we can get married and be a happy little family!"
"No! I don't want that! I tried to go along with it, but fuck no! I don't want to marry you! I'm too damn young, and I am not getting tied down!"
"But what if I'm pregnant? You know your Mom will make you marry me!"
"I'm a grown damn man and my Mom can't make me do shit!"
"Well I felt nauseous this morning, so you can get ready Johnny, I'm pretty sure you are going to be a daddy!"
"I can't believe you! You are so fucking controlling! I don't know why the fuck I was ever with you!" He yelled burning with anger. She was trying to trap him and he damn well knew it.
"Oh don't you try to turn this around! I just caught you, with your damn dick inside somebody else!"
"I'm not perfect Dorothea, you've caught me before, so don't act like you really didn't expect something like this!"
With tears in her eyes. "I just keep hoping you're going to change. Why am I just not enough for you? When I caught you in Jack Ponti's pool house with that waitress, you told me that was it! You were done with cheating on me!"
"I was for a while! You just don't understand. It doesn't mean anything to me. I'm young and it's just careless sex. I don't get all hung up on the feelings like girls do!"
"So if I go fuck some random guy right now, hey it's fine, just don't have any feelings for him? What about your friends? Maybe I should fuck them! Richie or David? Maybe Tico, he's latin, I bet he's a good lover!"
"No now it's different for you! If I catch you fucking around, we're done! I ain't going to have a whore for my girlfriend and you can believe that!" He yelled with a growing rage in his eyes.
"Fuck you Johnny and your double standards! If I'm pregnant you can just mail me the damn child support checks because you won't ever see it!"
John had reached his limit with her, for the whole fucking day. He couldn't take anymore of her whining.
"Get out!" He yelled.
She looked at him shocked. "What?"
"Oh you heard me! Get the fuck out of my damn house!"
She got up, the hurt in her eyes turning into anger. She would get even with him for treating her like this.
She stomped down the stairs and drove off in her car.
John jumped in the shower. He cleaned himself up and got out. He brushed his teeth and got dressed. He needed to go see Harold. To let him now he was getting better and wanted to work. He went out to his car. He saw Angela and she flipped him off as he drove by her in the Mustang. He laughed and thought. "What's with these fucking women today?" As he was driving he felt the need to go by his favorite spot. The place he always went to, when he wanted to think. It was his favorite spot on the beach. He saw a car parked there and that was unusual. Nobody usually came this far out. In the distance he could see somebody sitting in the sand. Long blonde hair flowing. His heart skipped a beat. "Could it be her?" He wondered as he walked faster hoping like hell it was Ashley.
She was sitting in the sand with her legs crossed. She had on an oversized sweater and shorts on with flip flops kicked off, over to the side. Her face was buried in her hands and she was crying as he approached her. The sounds of the sea, muffled his steps and she didn't even realize he was on the beach watching her.
He smiled when he realized it was really her.
He didn't know why he was so drawn to her. But his heart fluttered at even the mention of her name. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his mind was racing, he even noticed his palms sweating as he got closer.
"Ashley." He leaned down and put his hand on her shoulder.
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