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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She fucking pepper sprayed me, then kicked me in the balls when I couldn’t see it coming.
“Stop complaining. I aimed it over your shoulder. You didn’t even get a full blast, else you wouldn’t be able to breathe right now.”
I laid there, rocking from side to side on my back, still cupping where my balls used to be; eyes bleeding and foaming at the mouth as my skin burned away, and ya know what she said? Go on, guess.
“Can you see your way to the front door yet? I wanna take a shower. I’m going out in a bit.”
I threw up. I didn’t do it on purpose, it just came up out of nowhere.
“Great, now you’re throwing up on my floor,” she complained.
Shecomplained aboutmethrowing up?
“Don’t you even dare fucking complain. I spent a whole night dealing with your spew.” I coughed and spluttered out.
“You only did that so that you could see my tits.”
“Believe me, babe, I don’t need to clear up spew to get a bird to flash me her tits.”
“Well, from what I can tell, Ankles Legitrowski’s ain’t worth flashing.”
“Who the fuck’s Ankles Legi—” I didn’t get to finish.
“The long legged, flat chested Russian you’ve been fucking.” She dug me in the ribs with her shoe again as she spoke.
I tried to open my eyes to glare at her, but it was too painful. “Fuck, this burns.”
“Yeah, that’s kinda the point.” She sarcastically replied. I heard her move around and the fridge door opening and closing. Surely she wasn’t gonna leave me here while she made a cup of tea?
“Arghhh.” I shout as something cold and wet hits my face. “What the fuck have you done to me now?”
“Milk, s’posed to help with the burn.” It actually did, but I wasn’t gonna tell her that.
I laid there quietly for a while, too scared to move in case I got poked in the ribs by a pointy shoe, or roll over into my own up chuck or a puddle of milk.
“I’m sorry for running out on you the way I did, Ash.” I started to explain.
“Save it for someone that cares, Rock Star. I don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuses.”
“But I just wanna—”
“What part of ‘I don’t wanna hear it’ do you not understand?” I knew she’s pacing the floor. I could hear her footsteps. I just wished I could open my fucking eyes. At least I didn’t feel like my throat was closing up anymore.
“I don’t care what you’ve got to say, Marley. As soon as you can see, I want you to get the fuck outta here, and then I want you to stay the fuck away from me.”
I remained silent. It was pointless trying to argue with her in my condition. I’d lost this battle, but the war was far from over.
I’d left Ashley’s the night before without getting a chance to say anything that I wanted to. I ended up driving to Len and Jimmie’s to stay the night, not wanting to face the mess or be alone at my place.
Luckily, Jim was already in bed and Len was about to head up when I got there, so I didn’t get asked too many questions.
I spent the following week calling Ash, buzzing at her front door, and generally making a nuisance of myself, but she wasn’t having a bar of it, and I got nowhere.
Jim told me that she’d be at the wedding so at least I’d get to see her then.
When the day finally arrived, Len looked the part in his velvet collared suit and boot lace tie. Jimmie looked stunning in her fifties style wedding dress, as did all the bridesmaids. The church service went off without a problem, apart from the fact that Ash turned up with a bloke. I was at the front of the church, showing people where to sit when she walked in.
She looked stunning in a blue dress and silver heels—no purple in sight. Her gaze met mine and I watched as she squared her shoulders, tilted her chin and reached for the hand of the fuckhead standing next to her.
