The sheriff unlocked the door to Ashton's cell and allowed him to come out. Ashton eyed him with tired eyes as he headed out and met face to face with Thomas. He let out a smile as he walked towards where Thomas stood. No doubt, Thomas had done something about his arrest and he was thankful for that. "Hey man." Thomas said to him as Ashton raised a brow at him tiredly. "How are you feeling?" Thomas asked him and Ashton nodded his head. "I'm good." He said to Thomas. He felt tired and exhausted. He wasn't able to have a good night's sleep because the bed in that cell was full of dirt and the sheets looked like someone had jerked off in the sheets. The mere thought of it made him want to gag. "I've been better." Ashton said, correcting himself, deciding that he in fact wasn't good. Thomas, ever ready to taunt him, saw this as an open opportunity, chuckled at him. Ashton rolled his eyes when he saw that that was what Thomas was trying to do. "I bet you had fun with them cell mates."
"Cheers!" Ashton and Thomas said in unison as they both threw their heads back and chugged down their throats, the tiny shots of whiskey they were drinking until it was the last drop. Thomas was the first to drop his shot glass and he exhaled hotly as he shook his head feeling the hot sensation of the whiskey entering into his system. This was the fun part of their nights out. Well this and hitting on strangers. Female ones hehehe. Ashton dropped his shot glass on the table and let out a wide smile. "Oh my God I missed this so much." He said and Thomas nodded his head. He was trying to remember the last time they had gone out like this. Recently they had only been preoccupied with work and it was beginning to become destructive to them. They couldn't even concentrate on their own lives. Ashton let out a sigh. He knew that the only reason why they were both here finally was because he just got released from cell. And as much as that was bad news enough, Ashton was glad that this was
Rebecca met Myles at the designated spot and she pulled over right in front of him. He got into the car and fastened his seat belt as he turned to look at Rebecca and then let out a huge sigh in exasperation. "What now?" He asked her and she turned to look at him. Rebecca was putting on a pair of dark sunshades. She scrutinised him before she spoke. "I hate him." She said to Myles and he remained silent. He didn't know what to say about that. He knew very well that there indeed was a thin line between love and hate and he was trying to decipher that line to tell what it was that she felt towards her ex husband. "I think you should tell Elizabeth about your history with him. Myles suggested and Rebecca turned to look at him sharply. "Why do I have to do that?" She asked him and for a moment, he thought that she was attacking him. He had to move backwards and away from her on reflection. "Well, you know," Myles said, trying to make her see reason with what he was saying. "So that y
Ashton walked out from his bathroom. It's been what, how many weeks since he moved into his own apartment now and it's been only a few days since the arrest. Things were pretty much back to normal he noted as he walked towards his closet with a small towel in his hands which he used to dry his wet hair. It was the weekend and so he wasn't going to the office on this day. He had plans to go see a match at the local viewing centre. He had grown used to watching football with complete strangers. That usual thrill of hugging a complete stranger who was on the same team as you, when your team won against the opposing team and that thrilling satisfaction of booing at a complete stranger when your team won against theirs was something he wasn't ready to get rid of just yet. He was just going to sit over a few bottles of drinks and laugh away at the way the men in the local bars cheered on their favourite team. Yup! You could say that this was a perfect way to spend one's weekend. Especiall
Rebecca pulled up into the parking lot of the plaza in which Myles had texted her to come to. It was a big one. From his message the friends were hanging out for a gaming session and drinks. She turned off the engine of her car as she grabbed her designers handbag along with her designers sunshades as she got down from the car and locked it with a beep from her car keys. She looked around the place one last time before she walked into the building. Myles had directed her on the steps to take to get to where they were. She followed his direction as she walked to the waiter that showed her the elevator to take to get to the floor she was going to; the fifth floor of the building. She got into the elevator with a janitor and she chose to stand as far away from him as possible as if he carried a virus. Even the janitor noticed what she was doing with the way she went about with it. She looked away from him disgustedly as she wished that she had let him have that elevator and waited fo
Ashton's eyes widened when he saw Rebecca seated amongst Elizabeth's friends. Sure enough, he had his suspicions that somehow Rebecca had become friends with Elizabeth, but what he didn't expect was that he would get to meet her as Elizabeth's friend and so soon. He cleared his throat as he saw Rebecca continue to glare angrily at him, as if it was his idea for Elizabeth to bring him here in the first place. He could well have just gone on with that plan of his lounging around with a bunch of strangers, drinking beer and watching the white tigers play soccer.."Hi guys!" Elizabeth greeted her friends excitedly. They were all smiling and happy to meet her. All of them except for two people, Ashton could see. One of them was, you know who. And the second one was some guy that was seated beside her. Ashton couldn't tell why the other guy was regarding him coldly. He understood why Rebecca would glare at him, but why was the total stranger already disliking him? Unless,..... unless he s
Ashton took a deep breath, feeling the magnitude of Rebecca’s question hang in the air. Everyone’s eyes were on him, waiting for his response. He could feel the tension in the room grow thicker with each passing second. His mind raced, contemplating the best way to handle this situation.He had always known Rebecca to be a master manipulator, someone who thrives on chaos and conflict. This question was a deliberate attempt to stir the pot, to create friction where there was none. Ashton knew he had the option to refuse to answer, but that might only give Rebecca more ammunition. He decided it was better to confront the question head-on, rather than ignoring her like he already planned to do and going on ahead to have more drinks. He leaned back in his chair, maintaining eye contact with Rebecca. "Elizabeth and I are just friends," he began, his voice calm and measured. "She invited me here tonight because she thought it would be good for me to socialise and meet new people. There’s
Rebecca walked back home, she had left her car after it had developed a flat tire on the road. Thankfully, she was almost home and it didn't take her more than twenty minutes to walk to her mother's house. She got to the gate and buzzed the door for the door keeper to open up. It took her well over another ten minutes before the door man came to let her in. Thankfully this time she wasn't seen as a stranger again. She rolled her eyes at his lackadaisical attitude and sluggishness as she made a mental note to back lash him when she was in a better frame of mind, probably the next day. She walked into the living room and opened the door in time to see Theron immediately get up from the couch as she spotted a strange lady underneath him. She eyed them both with a bored expression on her face. "Jeez Rebecca!" Theron yelled as he zipped up his pants. "Freaking knock before getting in!" He yelled to her and she rolled her eyes at his words.As if that would change anything. "Why don't y