Chapter 3
A/N: SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED FOR A WHILE. I WAS SICK LAST WEEK AND IN BED MOST OF THE TIME, ON FRIDAY I WENT TO THE 'STAIND, NICKELBACK AND DAUGHTRY' CONCERT DOWN IN INDY AND WHEN I GOT BACK ON SATURDAY I WENT AND GOT 'HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HOLLOWS' AND I FINISHED IT ON MONDAY MORNING. SO I HAVE BEEN KIND OF BUSY. BUT I HAVE UPDATES NOW :P
I was gonna wait up for Chris, but it was getting late and I was getting tired. So I went to sleep. I woke up a couple hours later with a slap across the face.
"What the hell?" I yelled
"You told them didn't you?" Chris yelled with a slur. He's drunk.
"What are you talking about?"
"You fuckin told them that I hit you!" he yelled again
"No I didn't. I told you that I didn't tell them" I yelled back
"Well it sure did seem like it!"
"Did they say that they knew?"
"No. But I just know that they know" he started rambling off and I hugged him tight, trying to get him to calm down.
"Chris, baby. Calm down"
"Don't tell me what to do!" he yelled and grabbed my arm and pushed me into the wall and my head left a dent in the wall. That really hurt. I actually started to cry, it hurt so bad.
"Oh stop crying. Just take some Tylenol and sleep on it" Chris yelled. So I took some Tylenol, grabbed a pillow, went into the bathroom and locked the door. I slept in the bathtub. Ya, he slapped me and pushed me but he was drunk. I just need to stay out of his way when he drinks. I woke up the next morning to Chris knocking on the bathroom door.
"Ash honey, what are you doing locked in the bathroom?" Was he that drunk that he doesn't remember? I came out of the bathroom and threw the pillow back on the bed.
"You don't remember?" I asked as I pointed to the dent in the wall.
"Oh my god. What happened?"
"Well last night you went out with the guys and when you came back you slapped me across the face. Then accused me of telling the guys that you hit me. Cause some how 'they knew'. You started rambling and I hugged you, telling you to calm down and you yelled, saying 'don't tell me what to do' then you grabbed my arm and pushed me and my head hit the wall. And I was scared, so I slept in the bathtub" I explained to him.
Then he hugged me. "Honey, I'm so sorry. I didn't know I did that, I'm sorry"
"It's OK, you were drunk. I forgive you" I said and looked down and I saw a bruise on my forearm. "Damn it Chris" I showed him.
"Did I do that too?" he asked, you could tell he felt bad.
"When you grabbed my arm and pushed my last night. You must have grabbed my arm hard enough to leave a bruise"
He gave me another hug "I'm so sorry honey"
"No biggie. I just gotta cover it up" I said and went into the bathroom and put a little cover up on my eye, it should be gone tomorrow. And put some on my arm, cause it isn't down far enough to just cover it up with a bracelet.
We spent the whole day just hanging out; we went to a movie, and in the next town over there was a fair, so we went to that. We had a great time. Then we went to the next location that RAW was being held at. We both had a match. Chris went against Randy and I had a match against Melina. I won my match so I went back to Chris and I's locker room and waited for Chris. He wasn't so lucky; Randy beat Chris by far. So when he came back in the room I gave him a hug and said "Honey, it's OK. You'll get him next time" Then he pushed me away and I fell on my ass and my head banged up against a locker.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you that hard. I'm just not in the mood. Are you OK?" he asked as he helped me up. He really didn't mean to.
"It's OK, I'm fine. I'm just gonna go out with the guys tonight. I'll let you calm down, have some time alone, OK" I gave him a hug and kiss, then I left.
Randy's POV
Ash was drinking a lot. By the end of the night she could hardly stand on her own. John and I had to help her upstairs.
"Ash, do you want us to take you to Chris' room?" John asked her.
"No no, that's OK. I wanna stay with you two tonight. Is that OK?" she slurred
"Of course that's OK Ash" I told her and we walked into the room. John shut the door and I helped her to a bed. "Here, you can sleep on my bed and I'll take the couch" I told her.
"No no no, that OK Randy. You can sleep right here next to me" Ashley answered
I looked at John, he shrugged his shoulders. "Are you sure Ash?" I asked
"Of course, we're just friends" she said and patted the spot on the bed next to her. So I laid down and we all went to sleep.
John's POV
I woke up and saw Ashley in Randy's arms. They looked so cute, so I took out my phone and took a picture. Then as I was looking at them I noticed a handprint-like bruise on Ashley's forearm.
"Randy, hey man. Wake up" I said quietly as to not wake Ashley up too.
"What, what do you want?" he whispered. He was irritated, I know he doesn't like getting woken up early, but I had to make sure that I wasn't just seeing things.
"Get up. Look at this" I pointed to her arm. "Does that kinda look like a handprint to you?" I asked as he looked closer at it.
"Ya, it does. Do you think it was Chris?"
"I don't know. Should we ask her about it?"
"I'm going to, cause if it was Chris then he's gonna get his ass kicked"
"OK. But let her sleep. She had a rough night" I told him. I hope it wasn't Chris cause Ash really likes him.
Ashley's POV
I woke up and I looked around and saw Randy and John staring at me. "What's up guys?" I asked
"Ummm Ash. How did you get that handprint like bruise on your arm?" Randy asked me.
I panicked a second "Oh, Melina must have grabbed my arm too hard in our match last night. But hey, I gotta go. I'm sure Chris is worried about me" I said and gave them both hugs and left before they could ask anymore.
"Hey honey, where were you last night?" Chris asked, with him arms folded.
"Sorry I didn't call. I drank a bit too much and stayed with Randy and John"
"Whose bed did you stay in?" he seemed mad. He shouldn't be mad.
"Randy's"
"Was he in the bed with you?" he raised his voice.
It's not good to lie and I know that. I just lied to Randy and John but if I didn't then it would prove their point that I can't chose a guy without their help. And with Chris starting to get mad, something is telling me I should lie about this particular subject. So I said "No, Randy slept on the couch"
"OK, but why didn't you come back here?"
"I don't know?" I cocked off a little.
"I said, why didn't you come back here?" he asked, coming closer to me.
"And I said, I don't fuckin know. I was drunk. I'm sorry"
"Likely story" he slapped me across the face and I fell to the floor after he backed me into the wall. "I was drunk" he mocked me and kicked me in the shin.
"Chris, stop!" I yelled
"Chris, stop" he mocked me again, then slapped me on my other cheek. "Get up!" he yelled, so I did.
"What did I do wrong?" I asked, keeping a hold of myself. I didn't want to cry in front of him.
"You slept in another man's bed" he punched my arm as hard as he could.
"But he wasn't in it" I kept to my lie for now.
"Bullshit. I bet he was" he kicked me in the same shin again.
Screw it, he's already kicking my ass "And what would you do if he was in the bed with me?" I asked and I got my answer. He punched me in the same eye that he did before that was no longer bruised, but it will be again.
"I bet you fucked him, didn't you?" he yelled and punched me on the same side, but in the jaw this time. Why does he have to hit me every time he says something?
"He's one of my best friends Chris, nothing happened"
"And why should I believe that?" he punched my same arm again.
"Because I'm your girlfriend. I wouldn't cheat on you. I love you" Then I could tell that I got him to calm down.
"I love you too" Chris said and gave me a hug, then I backed away.
"Then why do you do this to me?"
"I don't know. I just don't want to lose you"
"This won't make me stay. This just pushes me farther away. I don't want to do that"
"OK, I won't do this to you anymore. I promise"
"Alright" I gave him a hug and kiss and changed.
A/N: WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK? I GOT ANOTHER CHAPTER WRITEN, SO READ ON :P