It's Never Gonna Be Too Late.
It's My Fault.
I knew it was a risk taking Ashe to Kristy's.
I felt like it was all my fault.
Frank grabbed my arm as I was halfway out the door.
"Alex, I'm sorry. Tell Ashe I didn't mean for this to happen. It wasn't supposed to end this way."
"No, Frank. You tell her. You screwed over the girl that really cared about you. Now it's time for you to take some responsibility."
I went for the car and sat in the driver's seat.
I looked over at Ashe who was silently sobbing.
I put a hand to her back and rubbed it in sympathy.
"I'm taking you back to our place," I told her.
She didn't look up, but responded with a nod.
I pulled into a parking space infront of my apartment and went inside.
I saw the T.V flash from the opened door of the bedroom.
I motioned Ashe to lay down on the couch and get some rest.
Not being stubborn, she did.
I went into the bedroom and closed the door behind me.
I set my purse down on the floor beside the bureau.
"Hey, honey," Bob said.
I climbed atop the covers and kissed him on the cheek.
Afterwards I sat cross-legged and rested my elbows on my knees, my hands then covering my nose and mouth.
"What happened tonight? How is it going between Gerard and Ashe?"
"She told him she'd think about it. She went back to Frank's and he wasn't there. Stupid me had a positive idea where he was and brought her there to find him. We did but he was with Kristy, doing what I expected. Now she's a wreck and sleeping on our couch. It's all my fault. I never should have spoken up or gotten involved. I feel like such an idiot."
I forced my head on Bob's shoulder and began crying myself.
"Shh," he cooed. "Honey, it isn't your fault. Just think, if you never brought her there, Ashe would have still been hurt. At least she knows now."
"But that's not the point. I basically ruined their relationship!"
"No, you didn't. Now calm down and stop crying." He wiped my tears with his thumb.
I wiped away the remains and took a deep breath.
"Okay, I think I'm a little better now."
I got off the bed and blew my nose.
"Alex, you should get to bed. It's quarter to one in the morning. You need your sleep."
I sided with his reasoning and got back in bed.
I quickly feel asleep with my head on his chest.
I still felt terrible.
I felt like it was all my fault.
Frank grabbed my arm as I was halfway out the door.
"Alex, I'm sorry. Tell Ashe I didn't mean for this to happen. It wasn't supposed to end this way."
"No, Frank. You tell her. You screwed over the girl that really cared about you. Now it's time for you to take some responsibility."
I went for the car and sat in the driver's seat.
I looked over at Ashe who was silently sobbing.
I put a hand to her back and rubbed it in sympathy.
"I'm taking you back to our place," I told her.
She didn't look up, but responded with a nod.
I pulled into a parking space infront of my apartment and went inside.
I saw the T.V flash from the opened door of the bedroom.
I motioned Ashe to lay down on the couch and get some rest.
Not being stubborn, she did.
I went into the bedroom and closed the door behind me.
I set my purse down on the floor beside the bureau.
"Hey, honey," Bob said.
I climbed atop the covers and kissed him on the cheek.
Afterwards I sat cross-legged and rested my elbows on my knees, my hands then covering my nose and mouth.
"What happened tonight? How is it going between Gerard and Ashe?"
"She told him she'd think about it. She went back to Frank's and he wasn't there. Stupid me had a positive idea where he was and brought her there to find him. We did but he was with Kristy, doing what I expected. Now she's a wreck and sleeping on our couch. It's all my fault. I never should have spoken up or gotten involved. I feel like such an idiot."
I forced my head on Bob's shoulder and began crying myself.
"Shh," he cooed. "Honey, it isn't your fault. Just think, if you never brought her there, Ashe would have still been hurt. At least she knows now."
"But that's not the point. I basically ruined their relationship!"
"No, you didn't. Now calm down and stop crying." He wiped my tears with his thumb.
I wiped away the remains and took a deep breath.
"Okay, I think I'm a little better now."
I got off the bed and blew my nose.
"Alex, you should get to bed. It's quarter to one in the morning. You need your sleep."
I sided with his reasoning and got back in bed.
I quickly feel asleep with my head on his chest.
I still felt terrible.