There's No Turning Back

After everyone had left that day, I went and laid in bed. I thought the day over and the dream I had last night came to mind. I could honestly say that I was upset with myself.

I was upset that I still even had those dreams - dreams that were more like flashbacks of the past; of the time where Bud and I were still together. The time when everything was perfect and we were still young teenagers in love - or at least, I was still infatuated with him.

I was really over Bud. I don't want a thing to do with him anymore; but yet, why do these dreams keep on coming back to me? Even the events of two weeks ago got to me.

[Third Person's P.O.V.]

"Ashleigh, what's wrong?" David asked his girlfriend, after he opened the door to his house for her and she stormed upstairs to their room. He ran after her.

"Nothing's wrong," she called back to him, sounding unconvincing. She slammed the door behind her, not realizing how close he was to her, and accidentally hitting him.

He reopened the door and stepped foot into their bedroom. He went up behind her, "What's wrong? You've been acting strangely for a few weeks now." he went to wrap his arm around her but she moved, going to the other side of the room to the closet, and pulling out her suitcase. He frantically ran up to her, trying to set the empty luggage from her hand, "What are you doing?"

"Do you really wanna know what's wrong?" she asked him with a sigh, the anger was starting to become visible in her voice. He nodded, "What's wrong is you and that girl."

"What girl?" he asked, clearly confused.

"That girl that has the kids!"

"Lianne?"

"Yes, her!" Ashleigh threw her arms up in the air before they fell lifelessly down by her side. One hand made it up to her face as she closed her eyes to prevent the tears from falling. "I'm tired of feeling jealous, David." she told him in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Jealous?" he repeated to himself in a whisper, feeling his heart shatter at the sight of the girl in front of him. "What's there to be jealous of?"

"I'm your girlfriend David," the girl pointed to herself, allowing one tear to slip down her cheek, "Our relationship is supposed to be strong," she continued to cry, "It seems that what you have with that girl is so much greater than what you have with your own girlfriend," her voice dropped down to a whisper, "I want what she has with you. I want that special bond."

"Ashleigh, don't cry." he told her as he walked towards her with his arms spread open.

She stepped away from him and shook her head painfully, "No David; I didn't wanna do this this early but I can't take it anymore. It's through David." she sobbed and continued her journey around the room, collecting all her belongs.

"W-what?" his heartbeat raced as he panicked about what to do. He raced around the room with her, "Wait, Ashleigh - no. You can't leave."

"The hell I can't." she muttered and threw the last of her clothes into the last suitcase she had stored at David's house. She walked passed David and he tried to pull her back but she pushed him down on to the bed.

She stopped in the doorway and looked back at him one last time, her eyes filled with hatred and pain. She shot him an angry look before running down the stairs and forcefully slamming the front door shot.

David let out a scream of frustration as a few tears slipped from his eyes. He angrily threw himself back on the bed. He placed the palm of his hands to his closed eyelids with force in an action to cover them. His fingers curled into a tight grip on the hairs that usually hung in his eyes.

He pulled at his hair and slammed his hands down on the sheets, exhaling to calm down his nerves. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and laid it next to him. He shut his eyes and reopened them a minute later, noticing how the cellular device was blinking. He had a text message. He sighed and picked up the phone, reading that text message that was sent half an hour ago.

From: Lianne Lefebvre
Sent: 21:01 PM
Subject: Hope everything's okay with Ash.

He smiled weakly to him at the sight of the message and decided to call her back - inform her on what had just happened. The phone on the other line rang and rang but it was soon forwarded to her voice mailbox.

Lianne was asleep - David knew so, and he sighed, leaving her a message and then sitting up to remove his shirt. He crawled into bed and under the covers, soon falling asleep with a blank conscience.

[Back to Lianne's P.O.V.]

I woke up the next morning and got up to brush my teeth. After doing so, I walked back into my room with a towel patted to my face to rid of any water droplets. I passed my bed and stopped, spotting my cell phone flash.

I had a new voicemail. I picked up my phone and dialed my mailbox, listening to the message. David's voice came on.

Hey Lianne. You're probably sleeping but... I have to talk to you -er or rather tell you something. Meet me at the park at noon, please? I'll be there waiting.

The end of the message came and I glanced at the clock. It was already 11 so I decided to take a shower and change now.

Throughout the shower, I couldn't help but think back to the message. David's voice sounded quite strange, like it was dull and lacking something. His voice was low and soft, unlike his usual cheery tone. I wonder what could've happened to cause that.

I got out and got dressed in some dark jeans, calf-high boots, a long sleeved black polo shirt, and I threw on the same jacket I wore yesterday that laid around on my bed. I applied some eyeliner and grabbed some money and my cell phone, shoving them into my pockets.

I walked out, into the living room, and out the front door. Cheyenne and Annie had asked to spend the night at Sebastian's last night. Making sure to lock the door, I made my way down to my car and I was on my way to the park, with still twenty minutes to spare.

♥ - ♥ - ♥

I sat on the ground in the park for the past ten minutes now, picking at the grass. I leaned back a bit and rested on my elbows, a hand on my stomach and my other hand playing with the luscious green grass - seeing as how I was sitting on a small hillside.

I heard the grass rustle like someone was walking on them. I looked up behind me and saw David standing there, his eyes not illuminating quite as brightly as they normally do.

"Hey." he quietly said, looking down at me and I patted the patch of grass next to me. He sat down and crossed his legs, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"So what do you have to tell me?" I asked him, just as softly as he had. I watched him as he glanced around us; the empty silence, the cold breeze, and the birds chirping around us.

"Ashleigh broke up with me last night." he said, as though it was nothing and returned his gaze to me.

I felt my eyes grow a little wide and my eyebrows lower together, "Why?"

"She thought that what I had with you was greater than the relationship I had with her - She wanted what we had but she was tired of it. She was tired of feeling jealous," he exhaled.

I sighed and turned my head away a little, rolling my eyes. "Oh, She's the jealous one."

I heard David chuckle and turned towards him, "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his eyes starting to glimmer.

I shook my head, "Nothing."

"T --"

"It's nothing."

"Just tell me." he whined.

"Nevermind that." I swatted him away, "How are you?" I asked him sincerely, looking at him straight in the eyes.

He shrugged, "Not that great - could be better. It's just, the things she said just keeps repeating itself in my head."

I smiled, "Then, how about I take you out for the day; get your mind off of the things she said?" I suggested and he stayed silent, thinking. He nodded and I got up, extending a hand towards him, "Alright, let's go. It's all on me."

"No, I can't let you do that."

"Fine," I retrieved my hand, "Then you're not my friend." I turned around towards the other way and started to walk away.

"What?" he called after me and ran up next to me, "You can't do that!"

"Then let me pay." I stuck my tongue out at him and he sighed, nodding. I skipped away towards my car, him following slowly behind.