For some reason it became very warm at heart, and after this phrase I realized that you can forget about your former life. It dawned on me that in front of me was the daughter of Lord Waterback, the same Ashley, whom I had known for a long time. To keep a girl on the threshold would be indecent.

- Of course, come through. Sorry, please, I have a mess here, - unexpectedly for myself, I was shy.

“Nothing,” she answered, looking around the apartment with interest.

I may be an alcoholic and a psycho, but with taste I am fine, so at one time a good designer worked on an apartment, even though now it looked like a dump of household waste.

- How did you find me?

- You know, my parents communicate with yours, and I accidentally heard where you can be.

- What for?

The girl handed me a newspaper. “Tyler Aderley beat a passer-by”, the same false article as the previous ones, like a cheap soap opera telling tales about me. Especially amused was the phrase about how I brutally and gladly beat a defenseless disabled person, until the police arrived, and then she put up armed resistance. The father is probably furious, although he knows by his own example that all newspaper sensations must be divided into two and a square root must be extracted from them.

“I thought,” the girl flushed, “maybe you need support, some kind of help.”

Oh, how cunning. I wonder if it was all invented by the father or Lord Waterback? And maybe both? An inner voice obligingly suggested that even without any lords there I would not mind becoming something more for this girl than a sufferer in need of comfort. But common sense immediately eliminated this thought.

“This is not necessary,” I said firmly.

“Please,” said Ashley, with a plea in her voice, “don't reject me.” I really want to help.

Okay, let it be your way. Only here let me take the last steps. Maybe you yourself after this do not want to be here.

- Well, settle down. I need to leave for a while. On business, - I finished my last words, grabbing a bottle of twenty-year-old scotch tape from a coffee table.

And left, slamming the door, hoping that the girl will leave by the time I get to the condition. The better for her.

“Why does she have it all,” I thought, going where my eyes were looking, “I would really fall in love, and she breaks her own life.” Just like ...

No, I won't compare this girl with this damn whore. Anyway, nothing will not return, and not really want. Not really want? Do I really do not care now? Yes, it was certainly unpleasant, but ... apparently it was necessary. Too hasty was this first love, but not even love, but so stupid childish love. With some not quite childish reservations. Rather, just a desire. I looked at the empty bottle in my hand, and it seemed to me that I already made too many mistakes. Yes, and I did not want to go anywhere - apparently the black bartender Tom would have to part with one of the regulars. After wandering a little more, I still returned home. As soon as I opened the door, my jaw dropped in surprise. For some time in my apartment it was as clean and comfortable as it never was. All empty bottles have disappeared, as well as full ones, but this is even good: there will be no more temptation to get drunk. In the hallway stood a small suitcase that belonged to Ashley. She fluttered out of the living room and, noticing my surprise, immediately smiled.

- Do you like?

“Yes, um ... very ... but you shouldn't have," I began, but the girl interrupted me.

- Come on, I do not like a mess.

On this surprises are not over. The girl cooked dinner, and not some rubbish from the nearest supermarket, but an excellent roast beef, after which I was full and quite satisfied: because of constant drunkenness, the habit of eating any rubbish was already developed.She really knows how to cook! Damn, beautiful, kind, smart girl, good housewife, Ashley deserves the best! Not wanting to postpone the conversation indefinitely, I motioned for her to sit down beside me.

- Thank you, everything was very tasty.

“I'm glad you like it,” what a beautiful smile she has.

There was an awkward silence.

“You know, you are very kind to me, but it is stupid to blindly follow the will of your family.”

- Tyler, do not, please, - apparently she understood what I was getting at.

I can not stop. For too long my truth has been inside.

“You are worthy of love, not what my father and Lord Waterback are forced to do.”

- Tyler! You do not understand!

“Why do you need to become a bedding for an aristocratic idiot?”

These words acted like a slap in the face. A tear dropped down Ashley’s cheek.

- You know, nobody forced me to go here! I myself decided so! Why are you acting like a bastard with me? She asked in pain.

- Because you yourself do not know what you are doing!

- I know! Because as a child, I loved you and, no matter what, I can not stop loving until now! But you consider me only a weak-willed doll! - she jumped up and rushed into my bedroom, unable to hold back tears.

Lord, this is passion. To say that I was shocked means to say nothing. She loves Me? She me? My legs themselves led me to the room, behind the door of which this strange girl was crying, about which I now did not know anything at all.

“Ashley, please open up.”

- Get out!

- Ashley!

- Go away! Leave me!

I sat quietly at the door, hoping that she would still be sensible. What is there ...

- You ruined everything! - shouted the girl and sobbed again.

Realizing that to achieve nothing, I still left. I decided to wash with cool water, but I saw in the mirror what a scarecrow I had turned into: my face was overgrown and finally had an unhealthy look, I was wearing dirty and worn clothes. And if Ashley loves me, even in spite of such a state, then her words are really not some kind of prank of respectable lords. After shaving and douche from the mirror, a more or less normal person looked at me, and after brushing his teeth also almost without the unpleasant smell of alcohol. Having dressed in a jacket, fitted gray shirt, black skinny trousers and sneakers with low soles of the same color, I felt much better outside, but, alas, not inside. Toward evening, the girl left the room with eyes red with tears. I was terribly ashamed of what I said. He behaved like a complete idiot, broke, shouted, and she was so nice to me. I had to try again. Ashley stood in the kitchen by the window and drank water from a glass. When I entered, she turned, and I saw how much she was trembling. I came closer and took her hand.

- Please forgive me. I myself do not know what I was saying, I did not want to offend you.

- Understand. You must still be hard, ”the girl said, placing a half empty glass.

Ashley never left me surprised by her sensitivity ...

- No! Everything is long gone, I'm just an idiot, ”I said and added,“ and I also did not know.

The girl smiled shyly and unbuttoned the top button on my shirt.

“You’re more like that,” she said, and went back to the bedroom.

The morning of the next day was just superb. I finally did not suffer a headache, and from the kitchen came the tantalizing smell of bacon and eggs. Ashley was preparing breakfast in a light silk robe, fluttering over the dishes. I felt warm and comfortable.

- Sit down, we'll have breakfast, - she smiled at me.

We ate scrambled eggs with toast and orange juice, I praised the culinary talents of young Waterback, driving her into the paint, and tried to talk about anything, just not to be silent. Noticing the transformation of Gloom Tyler-drunk in quite cheerful and cheerful Tyler, the girl was surprised, but pleased. It was getting warmer outside, the weather was so good that after eating I unexpectedly invited Ashley to take a walk .... Read more →