So Ashley's mom died. I couldn't even believe it. I got a call from Kyla and now I'm on my way over to Ashley's. I ring the doorbell and Kyla answers. I give her a hug to let her know I'm there and that I support her. She points in Ashley's direction. She's sitting against the wall and staring at the wall opposite if her. I walk in and am surprised. The room is totally trashed. There's broken glass everywhere and some liquid on the wall. I look at the ground and there are broken vases and a vodka bottle on the ground. Then I look at Ashley. She's not crying……she just has a blank expression on her face.
"Ash what happened?" She looks up at me but says nothing. This I going to be harder than I thought.
I walk over to her and sit in front of her. She doesn't look at me, but just continues looking at the wall. I reach out and touch her face but she doesn't even flinch. What's happening to her?
"Ash please talk to me. Baby what is it? What's wrong with your hand?" She looks down at her hand. I guess she didn't realize that it was dark purple. I think it's broken. She sighed. I guess she was about to talk.
"Spencer…..what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Why did you do this?"
"Can we go talk in my room?"
"Yeah sure." I take her uninjured hand and help her up. We go up to her room and lay down. She stays a good foot away from me. Why is she acting this way?
"So what happened?"
"I uh……I don't know. I just lost it like something in me snapped. When the doctor said Mom died last night I just…..I don't even know. I didn't react. I didn't cry. And I should have but…..I still haven't. I went downstairs and drank and then I started throwing things….."
"And your hand?"
"I punched the wall."
I took her hand trying not to hurt her but she winced. "I think it's broken, Ash."
She sighed. "So the hospital?"
"Yeah let's go."
We drove to the hospital and I went to check in while Ashley sat down. I went over to her and took her uninjured hand and interlocked our fingers.
"Hey…..everything's going to be okay."
"I hope so."
About an hour later they called us back. I was right……Ashley's hand was broken. They put it in a cast and told her to come back in a week. We drove back to her house and went up to her room. She still sat a foot away from me on her bed. I tried to pull her close to me but she just pushed me away.
"Ash what is it? Why won't you come closer? Are you mad?"
"No Spencer! I'm really hurt right now can't you see that!?"
"I can but why are you pushing me away! I'm just trying to help you!"
"Just go Spencer! I don't want to talk to you right now!"
"Ashley can't we-" She cut me off.
"Just go!" And so I left.
I went home and didn't know what to do. After one day Ashley and I already have a fight. Wow that's sad. This is our first fight. Even when we were just friends we only had small fights but never screaming at each other like just now. I get that she needs her space but I was just trying to help. I hope she realizes that soon.
