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The Wrong Guy
Spring Love
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Miss Me
Torn Between Two
This is really depressing but i had to delete the story "Forever and Always" because of the excessive amount of profanity in it or else Witty might not exist any more :(
Alright, so there's this girl. Her name is Kaley. She's also a writer here on witty. Her username is ThexMoments. She's amazing and everyone should go read her story right now. I'm in love with it.
Blahblahstories here. Remember one of
the stories that I wrote a while ago?
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The Wrong Guy ♥
Well I was re-reading it and I thought it was a good story and so I was thinking, if this gets at least 10 faves, I'll write a different ending for it, one where they end up happy in the end. So, if you want an alternate ending, fave this :)
Alright
guys,
I've
written a bunch of stories here, some good, some not so good.
Either way, this was an amazing experience and I want to thank
all of you guys for reading, and even those that followed but
didn't read the story, that's fine too. Well, anyway,
I'm done writing. It was fun and all but I'm not reliable
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thank's again amd goodbye :)
Torn between Two
Epilogue
5 years
later
"Cheer
up, Ashlyn. So you and Shane got a divorce. He was a loser
anyway. Always so protective every guy that dared lay an eye on
you," my friend Lindsey McGinn said to me.
"Yea, Ash, come on, have a drink," her husband Troy
McGinn told me, handing me a martini.
"You guys, she can't just get over a five year marriage
with a drink," my other friend, Julia Anderson, scolded them
and put an arm around me for comfort.
"There's nothing a martini can't fix,"
Julia's husband, Chris Anderson joked.
"No, Julia's right," my fifth friend, Tabitha Price
added. "You can sulk all you want but don't drink it
away. Trust me, I tried that when Jake died but it doesn't do
anything."
"Thanks, guys," I said, giving them a genuine smile.
"I really appreciate it but don't worry about me.
Shane isn't worth my tears." This got the group to
laugh. We stayed at the bar for another hour and I tried to keep
Shane out of my mind.
Hannah had been wrong with that bet of a month and a half she had
made five years ago. But then again, we didn't stay together
forever like I'd hoped. The reason of the divorced was
exactly what Clayton had said to me five years ago: Shane was
very selfish. He never listened to my opinion about how to set up
our house or how to take care of our four year old daughter,
Amanda.
Once we were all in my car, me being the driver because everyone
knew that i wouldn't have drank much anyway, we drove to my
apartment. Once we got inside, we were ambushed by our kids.
"Mommy, you're home!" Amanda shrieked as she ran
into my arms.
"Hi, sweetheart. How are you?"
"Today was so much fun. Jensen and Jared said all these
funny jokes and I taught Erika how to tie shoes!"
I looked towards Jensen and Jared, who were talking animated to
their parents, Chris and Julia. Troy and Lindsey were with their
daughter, Erika. And Tabitha, who didn't have any children,
had struck up a conversation with the babysitter, Chris's
brother, Jacob.
I carried Amanda over towards him.
"Thank you, Jacob, for taking the time to watch
them."
"That's alright. Did you guys have a fun
night?"
"We tried. Anyway, here's about fifty bucks. Keep the
change," I said to him just as he started to protest.
"Well, anyway, before I leave, i wanted to tell you, you got
a new neighbour," Jacob said to me.
"I did?"
"Yea, he lives right across from here. You should talk to
him. He's nice."
"Oh. Mommy, I met Uncle C. He's so nice. He said
he'd take me out to ice cream one day."
"Did he now? Well I must meet this man if he's going to
be taking my daughter around."
I walked out of my apartment to where everyone else was, already
talking to my new neighbour.
"Look, here she is," Chris said, spotting me.
"Ashlyn, this is your new neighbour," Julia said to me,
moving me forward to see him.
Troy said, "his name is-" he never finished because I
finished for him.
"Clayton."
"Hi, Ashlyn," he said.
"What
are you doing here?" I asked, astounded. He was much better
looking than I remembered. His muscles buldged out and his
stubble was just perfect, along with his pearly white teeth,
dark, short hair and smoky gray eyes-eyes that I thought about
every day for five years.
He looked at me hopefully and said, "looking for
you."
Torn between Two
Chapter 21
For
the next month, I was stuck in the confines of my house. I talked
to Shane every day on the phone but I never told him about
Clayton.
I tried callng Clayton everyday too but he never picked up the
phone. A week before my punishment was over, when i called his
phone, instead of going to voicemail, I was told that the phone
number was no longer in service.
This really upset me because I thought Clayton was deliberatly
trying to make sure I stopped trying to contact him. So
naturally, I did what any girl would do at this time.
I went to his house.
I wore a nice orange shirt with white pants. I even curled my
hair and did my make up, hoping that Clayton would stay and talk
to me.
I went up to his door and knocked on the door. After a moment, an
old man opened it and peered at me.
"Can I help you?' he asked me.
I stared at him, stunnded but I regained my composure.
"I'm sorry, is Clayton here?"
"No Clayton here."
"Oh. Do you live here?"
"Yes, ma'am. We moved in a week ago."
"Oh." I thought back to the phone that was disconnected
just last week.
"I'm sorry. I must have the wrong house then."
"That's alright. Have a good day," he smiled as he
closed the door. I sat down on the ground next to the door,
dismayed. Clayton had changed his phone number and now he even
moved out. Where am I suppsoed to find him now?
A boy, around my age was walking by. He had red hair and blue
eyes. He glanced at me from his phone and suddenly stopped.
"Excuse me," he said, "are you by any chance
Ashlyn?"
"Yes, I am," I replied. "Do I know you?'
"No, I'm, um, friends with Clayton."
"Clayton? Do you know where he is? He moved out."
"Yea, about a week ago. He said something about talking to
his mom."
"His mom?"
"Yea."
"He went back to his mom?" I can't believe my
advice had worked.
"Yea, well anyway, he wanted me to tell you
something."
"What's that?"
"He wanted to say sorry. And also something."
"Well?" I asked impatiently.
He licked his lips nervously before replying.
"Goodbye."
The End
Torn between Two
Chapter 20
"That
was very nice of you, Mom," I said as we waited outside his
room.
"This doesn't mean you are off the hook."
"I know, Mom."
"Two months."
"But, Mom, I had a good reason."
Eventually, I was able to negotiate the punishment to one month
but that was still a long time.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Cathers. You are Clayton's
mother?" a doctor asked, apporaching us.
"Guardian," my mother lied.
"Alright, well he's fine. He does need to get a good
rest and needs to take things slow for a little while. We fixed
up his bruises, gave him bandages and another doctor is giving
him a cast right now."
"Can I go see him?" I asked.
Dr. Cathers motioned me towards his room and I tentatively
stepped in. A doctor was just finishing up his cast and cleaning
her utinsles as I walked in.
"Hey. How's it going," I asked.
"I'm sore but I'm fine. Tell your mom I owe her a
lot."
"Don't worry about it."
The doctor left after giving a few instructions to Clayton on how
to care for his arm.
"I was really worried, you know?" I said, sitting next
to him on the bed.
"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to see any
of it."
"Why did you let him beat you up? I know you can fight and
you looked like you were letting him win." Clayton looked
away from me and bit his lip, as if trying to keep a secret.
"Clayton, what is it?" I asked, moving closer.
"I was upset, Ash. You had stopped talking to me and then I
messed it up later and I didn't know what to do. I used to
think about you all the time and how i screwed it up between us.
And when that guy was hitting me, I didn't think of you. All
I could think of was the pain. And for some twisted reason, I
prefered that than thinkning of you all the time, so I thought if
I died there, I wouldn't have to deal with the pain of you
being stuck inside my mind all the time."
"Well, I'm here now," I said softly to him
"Yea, you are," he replied. I moved forward slightly
and then our lips were touching. I could feel butterflies flying
all over my stomach. Clayton put an arm around me, pulling me
closer. I tried to get as close as possible to him. Just as I was
about to get up for air, the door opened and Dr. Cathers came
in.
"Kids. Please keep those actions in the confines of your own
rooms, please," she said, sternly.
Clayton and I pulled apart and I started giggling. Clayton,
however, looked mortified.
"I can't believe...I just...oh, my God, I'm so
sorry. I shouldn't have."
"Wait, what's wrong. Don't be sorry, Clayton.
What's wrong?"
"I...You and...Shane."
Then my brain suddenly remembered my boyfriend.
"I'm so sorry," he said and jumped off the bed.
"Wait, come back. We'll figure this out," I called
after him but he was already out the door. My mother watched him
walk away and gave me a puzzled look but didn't let me go
after him.
"You're grounded, remember? You can talk to him
later."
I was forced to go home, feeling sick in my stomach. Not because
I cheated on my boyfriend but because I had somehow gotten
Clayton to be mad at me all over again.
--
Sorry I haven't written for a week. I got bad marks on my
report card so I've been trying to stay away from the
computer so my parents don't get mad. I'll try to be on
more, I promise
Torn between Two
Chapter 19
I
sat in the back seat with Clayton and Shane, hoping I'd avoid
my mom's wrath but she yelled at me anyway, saying what I did
was reckless and immature. I knew Clayton was taking those
insults to heart because everything she was saying related to him
too. Shane's house couldn't have come fast enough. When
it did, we both got out and stopped infront of his door.
"I'm really sorry tonight didn't go as
planned," I said.
"That's okay. But Ash, that's Clayton in the
car."
"Yeah, I know. So what?"
"How many times have I told you I don't like
him?"
"Alright, listen up, Shane. Clayton is my friend. He's
hurt and he needs me. And you know what? I'm going to stay
with him until he is better wheater my boyfriend approves of it
or not. So if you don't like it, say the word and we're
over. Either that or you trust me."
Shane was silent for a moment.
"Fine, I trust you. But just be careful."
"I will."
"And, Ash. I love you."
"I love you, too," I replied and he pulled me in for a
kiss that was interrupted by my mom's too loud car horn.
I got back into the car and sat next to Clayton.
"Are you okay? You look sick."
"No, I'm fine. Just tired."
"Clay, is your arm supposed to be like that?"
"Probably not but it's nothing a good night's sleep
won't fix."
"Clayton, I really think you should go to the
hospital."
"You know I can't." I looked at him,
pleadingly.
"Please," I begged.
"If' it's money you need, we can help you," my
mom added from the front.
"I never said that," Clayton replied.
"It's obvious what your problem is, Clayton. I can't
be a millionaire and keep the money to myself. Honestly, take
it."
"No, I couldn't."
"You know what, I don't want to hear it. Look, the
hospital is right here anyway. We're going."
Clayton tried to protest but in the end, Clayton was taken
through the hospital, papers were signed and he was on his way to
get fixed up.
--
Sorry I haven't written for a week. I got bad marks on my
report card so I've been trying to stay away from the
computer so my parents don't get mad. I'll try to be on
more, I promise
Torn between Two
Chapter 18
"Alright, look Clayton, I'm
sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was confused and forced to
make a decision on the spot. I didn't know what to do. And
I'm not asking you to understand. I don't understand why
I did it either. I just want you to somehow, find it in your
heart to forgive me. Please."
Clayton didn't say anything.
"Clayton, you're my friend. I need you."
Clayton sighed, turned away from me, and sat down in a nearby
chair. I blinked, trying to keep the tears from falling out when
suddenly he looked up at me and said, "Well, do you want to
know why I got in the fight or not?"
I stood, stunned for a minute then smiled, quickly wiping away a
tear and rushing to sit next to him.
"I was just at a bar and he started arguing with the
bartender and I cut in, saying something rude to him. He shut up
but when I was leaving, he jumped me."
"Is that it?"
"Pretty much."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Tell me this, how come
they didn't take you to the hospital? You look
horrible."
"They tried. But I said no. I don't have
insurence," he said, with a short, regretful laugh.
"Can you tell me one more thing?"
"I guess."
"Why don't you go back to your family?"
"Ash," he started.
"No, I'm serious, I'm sure she misses you. I'm
sure she'd want you back. And if you were with her, you
wouldn't be in this situation, or if you were, at least
you'd have the money to fix yourself up."
"My mom hates me."
"I highly doubt that."
"You don't know what she'd do."
"Have you done anything as bad as run away from home
before?"
"No, but I know her. I know how she'd react."
"Trust me. In desperate times, people change."
"You know if I do go back, I probably won't see you
again."
I thought about this a moment.
"I do. But to be honest, I honestly don't expect to give
such an amazing lecture that you'd actually listen to me.
I'm just saying what I think you should do." Clayton
chuckled at this along with me but I suddenly stopped as I saw my
mom enter the office. As soon as she spotted me, I saw the anger
in her face. She stomped over to me.
"What have you done?!"
"Nothing, i swear. I was just trying to protect my
friend."
"By going to jail?"
"No, Mom, at least let me explain."
"You can explain it to me during the next two months while
you're grounded!"
"Mom!That's not fair.!"
"I'll be the judge of that. Let's go."
She started to walk away when I suddenly remembered Clayton
beside me and Shane seated across the room, giving me the evil
eye.
"Oh, Mom, my friends need a ride, too."
It took all her strenght not to blow up on me at that but
finally, we were all in the car, heading towards Shane's
house.
--
Sorry I haven't written for a week. I got bad marks on my
report card so I've been trying to stay away from the
computer so my parents don't get mad. I'll try to be on
more, I promise
Torn between Two
Chapter 17
I was forced to stay at the police
office for a few hours in the interrogation room. When the
officer finally came and let me explain what actually happened,
he let me off with a $500 fine. I excited into the waiting room
where I was ambushed by Shane. He wrapped his arms tightly around
me, crushing me between his arms.
"Shane, you're hurting me," I struggled to say. He
then let me go but kepts his hands on my arms.
"Are you okay? I can't believe you did that! How could
you beat that man up? Oh, my God, you're eye!"
"What? What's wrong with my eye?"
"It's turning black."
I turned towards the nearest mirror and looked at myself. My face
was red with blood, my hair was all over the place and my eye was
purple!
"Oh, forget it. I just want to go home," I sighed,
tired of this whole time. "What time is it?"
"It's almost three in the morning."
I groaned. My mom was going to kill me. I headed towards the
front door but an officer stopped me.
"You aren't allowed to leave without a legal parent or
gurdian," she explained. I sighed as I went for the payphone
and called my mom. She was furious and started yelling at me but
she finally agreed to come. When I turned around, I saw Clayton
coming out of another interogation room with another officer. My
heart skipped a beat as I saw him.
His hair was stuck to his forhead because of dried blood, he was
walking with a limp, one of his arms was just hanging down in an
unatural way and there were bruises all over his body.
But none of that registered properly to me. All I saw was
Clayton, walking, talking and alive. I was overjoyed.
"Clayton!" I cried and ran towards him, knocking him in
a hug. He tumbled back against the door, barely able to hold
himself up.
"Oh, Clayton, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt
you. Are you okay! Please tell me you're okay," I
exclaimed as tears started to form in my eyes. I was just so
happy he was alive.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," he said, stepping back
from me. "I just want to go home," he said quietly, not
looking at me.
"Speaking of which," the officer next to him said,
"you need a legal parent of guardian to pick you up from
here."
"Oh," Clayton said, looking unsure. He didn't have
a legal parent of guardian with him so I took this opputunity to
put myself in. I could tell Clayton was still mad at me for
ditching him for Shane but I didn't care.
"He's coming with me," I told the officer.
"And who's taking you?"
"My mom."
"Alright, then." Then he strood of and I was left with
Clayton and an awkward silence.
"Clayton, what happened today?" I finally asked.
"Nothing. Everything was fine. I didn't need your
help."
"That's not what it looked like."
"Looks can be decieving," he replied.
"I'm serious. Tell me what happened."
"I got in a fight, you showed up and now we're here.
Happy?"
"No, I'm not because that doesn't tell me
anything."
"You don't need to know anything. Who are you?
You're not family, you're not a friend. You're
practicaly a stranger now. That's what you wanted isn't
it?"
--
Sorry I haven't written for a week. I got bad marks on my
report card so I've been trying to stay away from the
computer so my parents don't get mad. I'll try to be on
more, I promise
Torn between Two
Chapter 16
A
week later, I still hadn't forgotten about Shane's
comment to Clayton so I have no idea what convinced me to go out
with him Thursday night for dinner. Off all the reasons I could
think of, I was praying that it was so that he would appologize
and we could get back to normal.
That evening, after we finished all our food, we were walking
towards the intersection Shane's mom said she'd pick us
up at. Shane had crashed his car recently so his mom was our
ride.
There was a lot of tense air around us and I'm pretty sure
people near us could feel it. Shane still hadn't said
anything close to an apology. In fact, if I'm not misjudging
anything, he tried to stear as clear from talking about me
and his as possible.
As we passed a dark alleyway, I heard the common grunting noises
of a fight. I just glanced inside as I walked by, not expecting
to see anything interesting but I stopped. There was defintely a
fight. A big, muscular guy was throwing punches at another guy,
clearly not as strong but he had muscle too.
"Let's go, Ash," Shane tried pulling me away by my
arm but I didn't. Instead, I ran into the alleyway and jumped
onto the predator. I pulled him back, away from his victim, who I
recognized as Clayton.
I threw a punch at the man's face, missing him by an inch as
he moved aside. He tried to punch me back but I ducked.
"Ashlyn!" I heard Shane shriek as he came running
towards me. I knew for a fact that Shane did not know how to
fight at all so I tried to position myself in front of him but
the man pushed me away, making me tumble across the ground as
Shane got a roundhouse kick to his chest. He screamed as he
stumbled backwards and crashed into the wall. I forced myself up
and got to the man again.
We got couple punches into each other until I was finally able to
get the man down but that wasn't enough. I was mad at him for
hurting Shane but I was even more infuriated at him for trying to
hurt Clayton. This sonofa-
I was yanked off before I could even finish my though. Someone
pulled both my arms behind my back and suddenly I felt some cool
metal graze against it. I looked around, trying to figure out
what was going on and it was only then that I saw the officers in
their suits moving around quickly and efficiently. My hearing
started to work as well and I heard the ending of the Meranda
Rights.
I was being arrested!
"Wait, hold on you guys. You got it wrong. I'm not the
bad guy here!" I tried telling all the officers but none of
them bothered to listen. I looked around wildly, trying to find
Clayton in the huge mess. When I spotted him, leaning against the
wall, barely upright, I tried to go towards him.
"Please, Ma'am, officer, please. That's my friend. I
need to make sure he's okay. Please let me check up on
him," I begged, tears forming in my eyes.
"The doctors will make sure he's okay. You're coming
with me." The lady pulled me harshly towards the car. Just
as I was getting in, I heard someone yell out my name. Shane was
trying to come to me but officers kept him back, trying to calm
him down.
Suddenly, the car engine started and I was on my way to
prison.
--
Sorry I haven't written for a week. I got bad marks on my
report card so I've been trying to stay away from the
computer so my parents don't get mad. I'll try to be on
more, I promise
Torn between Two
Chapter 15
"So, what, you're crashing this
party by becoming a waiter?" I asked confused.
He stared at me as if I was the dumbest thing in the world.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? This is my job. I need
money. It doesn't grow on trees you know. Or maybe you
don't," he said, looking around the fancy hall.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I just never knew you were rich."
"I don't like that word."
"And I don't like my job."
"So why don't you just quit?"
"You really are dumb, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not. I'm just confused. I'm not
thinking properly."
"Right."
Some things started to click together and I finally understood
some stuff.
"So, as a waiter, you only work at night, right? And that
day when I called you at home and you picked up, it was because
you weren't working. And you don't go to school because
you can't afford it."
"Well when you say it that way, it sounds bad."
"Clayton, why are you doing this to yourself?"
"I don't have a rich mom to help me every step of the
way."
"Where is your mom?"
Clayton sighed, not wanting to explain but he did anyway.
"It all started with Trinity. Remember her?" I nodded
as I remembered the picture on the door. "I met her almost
the same way I met you: she was in trouble and I helped her out.
I took her home and helped her out. When my mom found out, she
was mad at me because I was fighting. She hated me fighting. We
had a bunch of disagreements and then I left."
"That's it? You just left? Did she know where you were
going? Did you know where you were going? How did you
survive?"
"I had some cash, I got a job and I got my apartment.
Trinity knew and she helped but she didn't tell a
soul."
"So no one from your old life knows where you are?"
"Nope. And I don't plan on going back."
"Why not?"
"I just...don't. Now, forget about me. Why have you
stopped talking to me? You won't return my calls or
anything."
"About that," I looked away, ashamed to look him in the
eye. "Shane and I were talking and he said, since he
doesn't really like you much, he wanted me to stop hanging
out with you."
"That's it? Well if you wanted me to stop talking to
you, you should have just said so," his said, his voice
cold.
"No, it's not that. I wanted to stay friends but I
couldn't."
"Well the least you could have done was say so. You
can't just play around with people's hearts like
that."
"People's hearts...what?"
"Forget."
"Wait a minute. Do you like me? Clayton, what the hell?
You're the one that said you weren't looking for a
relationship in the first place. What's this 'playing
with people's hearts' bull?"
"It's not that-"
"What going on here?" a new voice suddenly said. Shane
came up beside me and wrapped his arm around me securely.
"Shane...um," I wasn't sure what to say. "This
is Clayton."
"I know. What I'm wondering is what you're doing
talking to him," Shane said rudely."
"Shane!" I gasped.
"It's okay. I was just leaving," Clayton said,
walking away.
"Shane, that was so rude. How could you?"
"You know how I feel about Clayton."
"And you know how I feel about him."
"Actually, I don't think i do. Why don't you tell
me? Because it seems to me there's more going on
here."
"You know what, I don't have time for this. Forget
it." I threw Shane arm away from me and walked away. I got
myself a drink and sat down at an empty table, feeling mesirable
the rest of the night.
--
Sorry I haven't written for a week. I got bad marks on my
report card so I've been trying to stay away from the
computer so my parents don't get mad. I'll try to be on
more, I promise