[COMPLETED] 18+??: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them." - Ernest Hemingway
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I was upstairs in my room when I heard the door slam shut. Apparently Ashely had come back from talking to her unit.
She had been very nervous yesterday about tomorrow's conversation and the mood between us had been tense since we received the packet with the pictures.
Ashely had locked herself in the guest room after we ate dinner and I guess I was right in thinking that she would not want to sleep in the same room as me.
I can't judge her for that, not even I want to be in the same room with me, let alone sleep...
But I missed touching her and it made me mad how things are at the moment. The whole situation we are in right now is just annoying and I hate that these pictures came up. It just complicated everything and I'm so damn pissed off.
I walked down the stairs now, curious to see what came out of the conversation. Ever since I woke up and found the note from Ashely, I've been wondering how the conversation went.
Ashely said yesterday that she has no idea what to expect. In her opinion, it could even end up with her unit reporting her to her boss and her license being revoked. Which of course means that she will be punished for her crimes according to the law.
After all, she withheld information about the most wanted gang in the country and used her own unit for a mission that was not intended.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I let my eyes wander to look for Ashley's presence. I found her as I walked toward the living room, sitting on the couch with her knees pulled up to her torso and staring ahead thoughtfully.
"Hey." I greeted her as I sat down on the L-shaped couch a good distance away from her.
She looked over at me, her eyes glazed and empty. "Hey." she mumbled back, then looked back into the nothing in front of her.
So now I sat next to her, without any idea what to do or say. Should I approach her about the conversation? It's 4 p.m. by now and I wonder how long the conversation went on at all, was she somewhere else afterwards?
"They hate me." she said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I don't think so," I denied shaking my head. "It's probably just hard for them to process all the new information. You have to give them time."
"And what if they never want to see me again?" she then asked directly into my face. Her blue eyes gleamed in the light and she was on the verge of crying.
