"I can't fucking believe you." Ashton seethed as he slammed the front door. You spun around. "Believe what? I had to do something. I wasn't going to sit there and take it." Ashton rolled his eyes, but chased after you as you went into your shared bedroom. "You should've told me before you blew up on them. They're my friends." You laughed, tears filling your eyes. "And I'm your girlfriend? Or maybe I'm just a fuck toy that you only notice when you want to." Ashton gripped your arm tightly when you went to grab your duffle bag. "Where the fuck do you think your going?" You yanked it away and continued your packing. "To my mom, where I know someone will notice me."
"You're acting like a little bitch! Like an attention whore! They didn't even say anything. You just want someone to notice you and give you fucking attention."
You were done. As you grabbed your bag, walking towards the door, knowing this would be the last time you saw him.
"They judged me like a picture book by the colors, like they forgot to read."
