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"Ash, get your things," her mom commanded as she entered the house. The door slammed behind her.
"How did you get this address?" Ashley tilted her head.
"I had to drag it out of Ellie, but she finally told me. What the hell are you wearing?" Ashley's mother had noticed her short t-shirt, and visible panties.
"This is what you've been doing? I've been worried about you. I had no idea that some man with his own place was taking advantage of you. Go put some clothes on," her mother barked at her.
"Mom it's not like that. I was just sleeping here, please don't get mad," Ashley begged.
"What am I supposed to do? I knock on the door and a boy answers in nothing but his boxers and my daughter doesn't even have pants on." Ashley and her mother looked a Mark. He had been standing silently the whole time.
"What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" Ashley's mother was yelling at Mark now.
"I like your daughter a lot, I wouldn't do anything that she wouldn't want me to do." His face turned red. "I think I'll go put on something." He ran toward the stairs. "If you need anything," Mark started so say, but then his voice trailed off as he went upstairs.
"Ashley, what's going on? Parents have been calling my house, telling me that there are places that can help you, with your drug addiction, with your pregnancy, with you're your alcoholism, your mental problems. What's happened to you?" Her mother looked worried.
"Mom, I've haven't had sex, or had any sort of mental problem." Ashley took her mother's hands. "You know about my history with ecstasy, and I have vowed never to do any of that ever again. I did get drunk about two weeks ago, and that's how this whole mess started. My life was looking up, and then I took shots at party, and now I'm lower than I've ever been." Tears welled in Ashley's eyes.
"Why are you here, with this boy, why are you doing this?" Her mother pulled her hands away from Ashley's and sat down on the leather couch, her back toward Ashley.
"How can you ask me that! I'm here because I had no other place to go, mom, you put me here. You were the one that told me to leave. You made things even worse for me." Ashley walked toward the back of the couch.
"Maybe," her mother said softly, "maybe you need to go somewhere to cool off."
"Cool off! I need to get back in school, I need to face my problems, but I need you to help me mom." Ashley was exasperated. "I can't do this alone." Ashley sat down on the couch next to her mother.
"That boy seemed to be helping you, why don't you get him to help you?" Her mother's voice was frigid.
"Mom, look at me. Mom, Look at me!" Ashley's mother slowly turned her head and met Ashley's gaze.
"I like Mark, he's incredible, but he's not you. He can't help me like you can. I need your support. I need to know that you stand behind me, when I say all these accusations made against me are false. I need you, I want to depend on you. Don't you care at all Mom? Whether you like it or not, I am your daughter, and that's not going to change. You're my mom, and that's not going to change either." Tears were running down Ashley's face.
Her mother, turned away from Ashley.
"Ash," she said. "You were my baby girl, and it always hurt me to see you in pain. When you fell and cried, I hurt too. I need you too, Ashley. When your Dad left, we were a team. After a while, you broke away from that team, and it hurt. Now, we need each other again. It's going to be hard Ash, but I love you." Her mother turned to face her again. She had tears trickling down her cheeks.
"I love you too, Mom," Ashley cried between sobs. They embraced, and wrapped their arms around each other tightly.
"Mom, I want to go home," Ashley whimpered as she pulled away from their hug. "Let me get my stuff."
Ashley went up the creaky stairs again, and hopefully, she thought, not for the last time.
Ashley discovered Mark on his bed, now in shorts and a t-shirt, strumming on his guitar.
Ashley sniffled. "I'm going home."
"Ash, it's been real." He stood up and placed his guitar on the bed.
"This isn't the end Mark, I just have to work things out at home and at school, before I really start this thing with you."
Ashley kneeled and started to pick her clothes up off the floor. She started to weep a little. "Oh, god! How many times can I cry in two weeks, this is pathetic." She laughed a little as she stood up.
Mark walked toward her, and wiped tear tenderly off her cheek.
"Ash, I'll wait, you don't have to worry about me." He leaned forward and sweetly kissed her, and then he kissed a few tears off her cheeks.
Ashley began to walk toward the stairs, but then paused.
"Mark, after all this, I still don't have your number. How am I supposed to call you?" She let out a small chuckle.
"Yeah, I should've given it to you, at the Dot that day." He found a pen and wrote it on her hand. "Don't lose it," he whispered as she walked down the stairs.
"Bye Mark," Ashley yelled as she walked down the stairs.
A few moments later, Mark heard the slam of a door downstairs.
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"Ash, get your things," her mom commanded as she entered the house. The door slammed behind her.
"How did you get this address?" Ashley tilted her head.
"I had to drag it out of Ellie, but she finally told me. What the hell are you wearing?" Ashley's mother had noticed her short t-shirt, and visible panties.
"This is what you've been doing? I've been worried about you. I had no idea that some man with his own place was taking advantage of you. Go put some clothes on," her mother barked at her.
"Mom it's not like that. I was just sleeping here, please don't get mad," Ashley begged.
"What am I supposed to do? I knock on the door and a boy answers in nothing but his boxers and my daughter doesn't even have pants on." Ashley and her mother looked a Mark. He had been standing silently the whole time.
"What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" Ashley's mother was yelling at Mark now.
"I like your daughter a lot, I wouldn't do anything that she wouldn't want me to do." His face turned red. "I think I'll go put on something." He ran toward the stairs. "If you need anything," Mark started so say, but then his voice trailed off as he went upstairs.
"Ashley, what's going on? Parents have been calling my house, telling me that there are places that can help you, with your drug addiction, with your pregnancy, with you're your alcoholism, your mental problems. What's happened to you?" Her mother looked worried.
"Mom, I've haven't had sex, or had any sort of mental problem." Ashley took her mother's hands. "You know about my history with ecstasy, and I have vowed never to do any of that ever again. I did get drunk about two weeks ago, and that's how this whole mess started. My life was looking up, and then I took shots at party, and now I'm lower than I've ever been." Tears welled in Ashley's eyes.
"Why are you here, with this boy, why are you doing this?" Her mother pulled her hands away from Ashley's and sat down on the leather couch, her back toward Ashley.
"How can you ask me that! I'm here because I had no other place to go, mom, you put me here. You were the one that told me to leave. You made things even worse for me." Ashley walked toward the back of the couch.
"Maybe," her mother said softly, "maybe you need to go somewhere to cool off."
"Cool off! I need to get back in school, I need to face my problems, but I need you to help me mom." Ashley was exasperated. "I can't do this alone." Ashley sat down on the couch next to her mother.
"That boy seemed to be helping you, why don't you get him to help you?" Her mother's voice was frigid.
"Mom, look at me. Mom, Look at me!" Ashley's mother slowly turned her head and met Ashley's gaze.
"I like Mark, he's incredible, but he's not you. He can't help me like you can. I need your support. I need to know that you stand behind me, when I say all these accusations made against me are false. I need you, I want to depend on you. Don't you care at all Mom? Whether you like it or not, I am your daughter, and that's not going to change. You're my mom, and that's not going to change either." Tears were running down Ashley's face.
Her mother, turned away from Ashley.
"Ash," she said. "You were my baby girl, and it always hurt me to see you in pain. When you fell and cried, I hurt too. I need you too, Ashley. When your Dad left, we were a team. After a while, you broke away from that team, and it hurt. Now, we need each other again. It's going to be hard Ash, but I love you." Her mother turned to face her again. She had tears trickling down her cheeks.
"I love you too, Mom," Ashley cried between sobs. They embraced, and wrapped their arms around each other tightly.
"Mom, I want to go home," Ashley whimpered as she pulled away from their hug. "Let me get my stuff."
Ashley went up the creaky stairs again, and hopefully, she thought, not for the last time.
Ashley discovered Mark on his bed, now in shorts and a t-shirt, strumming on his guitar.
Ashley sniffled. "I'm going home."
"Ash, it's been real." He stood up and placed his guitar on the bed.
"This isn't the end Mark, I just have to work things out at home and at school, before I really start this thing with you."
Ashley kneeled and started to pick her clothes up off the floor. She started to weep a little. "Oh, god! How many times can I cry in two weeks, this is pathetic." She laughed a little as she stood up.
Mark walked toward her, and wiped tear tenderly off her cheek.
"Ash, I'll wait, you don't have to worry about me." He leaned forward and sweetly kissed her, and then he kissed a few tears off her cheeks.
Ashley began to walk toward the stairs, but then paused.
"Mark, after all this, I still don't have your number. How am I supposed to call you?" She let out a small chuckle.
"Yeah, I should've given it to you, at the Dot that day." He found a pen and wrote it on her hand. "Don't lose it," he whispered as she walked down the stairs.
"Bye Mark," Ashley yelled as she walked down the stairs.
A few moments later, Mark heard the slam of a door downstairs.
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