Prompt: Denial

"Sweetheart, I really think you're overreacting," Doris said as she sat down on the bed next to her. Ashlee was on the other side, knees up to her chest, and hands over her face.

"I really think you need to leave now and please take your exhibitionist friend with you," she stuck her finger out to point somewhere in the vicinity of Buzz. She had no idea why her mother had followed her, why Buzz had come with her, or why all four of them were sitting here, discussing the horrific scene she'd walked in on less than an hour ago.

"Ashlee, honey," Buzz said, "Please let us explain."

"I don't need an explanation for what I saw….I need my brain to be cleaned of it. I need a magic potion or…or…or a shaman," she said, pointing frantically as she buried her head further into her knees, "And I really need to not see the two of you right now."

"Honestly, Ashlee, you're just being silly."

"Yes," Buzz said, "It wasn't even exhibitionism really. I mean it was an empty restaurant that I own. You only saw us because you have the key."

"Oh my god," Ashlee said, then pointed in another direction, "COOP!"

"Yes," he said, moving to the other side of the bed, "Right here."

"Make them go…make them take their horrible naked images that are forever burned into my brain and go away before I lose IT!" she yelled the last part and Coop jumped.

"Okay, Doris…Dad…time to go."

"I'm not going anywhere," Doris said, "My daughter is upset and…."

"Come on, darling," Buzz said, grabbing her by the arm, "Let's give Ashlee a little time to process it all."

"Yes," Ashlee said, mostly to herself, "Let me process it, so it can be completely clear inside my horribly revolted brain."

With a little pulling from Buzz…and a lot of pushing from Coop, Doris was finally out.

"Are they gone?" Ashlee asked.

"Yes, they're gone."

Ashlee took her hands away from her eyes, "That was the worst thing I've ever seen in my life. Your father and my mother are…." S he gestured wildly with her arms, "They aren't supposed to do that…not together, and not in a restaurant I work in and not…" she closed her eyes again, "I am officially scarred for my entire life."

"It'll be okay," Coop said, smiling and sitting next to her on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, "We just need to take your mind off it."

Ashlee pulled away and frowned at him, "You can't possibly be serious," she pulled away, "I'm going to shower and attempt to wash this entire day off me."

"I could…"

She turned and glared at him, pointing sharply, "No, no joining. That shower is a sex free zone….no, no, this entire apartment and my entire life is a sex free zone until further notice."

Ashlee ignored Coop's groan of unhappiness as she turned the water on as hot as it could go.

Maybe she could scalp the images out of her brain.