Sorry að þetta er kinda sucky…



“What the fuck!? I didn't fucking kiss Yvonne! Will you get it through your fucking head!?” He growled in frustration, before his fist collided with the wall, making a sickening sound. He didn't care.

“Yes you did! Yes you did! I saw you! You were kissing her, and hugging her, and you were laying in the sand watching the stars with her! You don't just watch the stars with anyone, Damian! You don't even watch the stars with me! You cheated on me!” her eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was more then shaky.

“I didn't cheat on you! She's my…friend. I didn't fucking cheat on you!” As Damian looked into his girlfriend's eyes, he couldn't help but be assured that she would not forgive him. As he realized that, something broke inside of him. He couldn't lose her. She was his everything, “Ashley…I love you,”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ashley froze. At first, her face was completely blank, causing Damian to regret his decision of confessing his love. Then, she looked hurt, making her boyfriend want nothing more then to just hold her. At last, her expression settled on pure anger.

"How…dare you say something like that!? Do you honestly expect me to believe you!? I saw you, Damian! Get it through your thick head!“

”I'm not lying-“ he was cut off as Ashley's hand found his face.

”Don't make excuses, Damian. We're over,“ again, as Ashley ended their two year relationship, something even bigger broke inside of her ex. Something that caused him to simply stand there, as she turned around, and walked away.

***

”Yvonne, I need to tell her," Damian sounded just as broken as he felt, talking to Yvonne on the phone,

“Damian…please, don't. You can get her back some other way! She loves you!” the girl who ruined it all cried desperately on the other line.

"I have to! Even though she does forgive me, she won't ever be able to trust me again! I have to tell her! I'll make sure she doesn't tell anyone else…I just…I just need your approval,"

“Ohh, you know I can't give you that! Please, just…just try some other way!” was her answer

“Yvonne, please. I'll make sure, I promise!” he knew everything would be over if he didn't get Yvonne's approval. Not only his and Ashley's relationship, but his life, too.

“…Damian…” she sighed

“Please?”

“…Just…just make sure no one else gets to know,” Damian's face lit up, although Yvonne couldn't see it,

“Thank you so much! I love you,”

“Yeah, I love you too. Bye,” as she hung up, his life seemed to fill with hope, yet again.

***

Damian's feet felt heavy as he dragged them up the steps to Ashley's front door.

Please be home, please be home, please be home… he though, as he rang the doorbell.

And rang it again.

And again.

Until it opened.

But it wasn't Ashley.

“What are you doing here?” Rachel – Ashley's best friend – asked rudely, anger flashing in her eyes.

“I need to talk to Ashley,” the boy answered, twiddling his fingers nervously.

“Go away,” and with that, Rachel shut the door in his face.

So he rang the doorbell again.

And again.

And again.

Until it opened.

Yet again, it was Rachel.

"Look, I told you to go away-“ however, she was cut off by Damian shoving her aside.

”I said I needed to talk to her,“ and with that, he ran up the stairs, down the hall and stopped in front of Ashley's bedroom.

He could hear some sobbing.

Remember that thing about him breaking a bit inside?

Yes?

He just broke a little bit more.

”Damian, don't go in there,“ Rachel suddenly appeared by his side, ”She doesn't want to see you,“

”Ohh yeah? Well, I need to see her, so you can just fuck off,“ and he opened the door.

Ashley's head shot up as she heard footsteps that were too heavy to be Rachel's. In fact, she knew perfectly well who those footsteps belonged to.

”Go away, Damian,“ she said, her eyes bloodshot and her voice shaky. Damian didn't do as he was told.

”I need to talk to you. Alone.“ He looked at Rachel as he said that last word.

”I said, go away,“ was Ashley's only answer.

”And I said, I need to talk to you,“ he took a step closer.

”I don't want to talk. Just leave me alone,“ she hugged her pillow tightly,

”No,“

”Yes,“

”No,“

”Yes,“

”No,“

”Yes,“

”Fine. But only if you let me talk to you first…alone,“ Ashley rolled her eyes at him, before nodding her head.

”Rachel, could you…excuse us for a second?“ she asked. Rachel just nodded and left. Damian took a seat beside her on the bed,

”Alright, so what's so important?“ she asked

”It's about Yvonne and me,“ he answered, causing her to roll her eyes again.

”I don't like where this is heading, so I think we better stop-“

”She's my sister,“

Ashley stared at him, first in surprise, but then in disbelieve.

”No she's not. I know her parents. And I know your parents. I'm pretty sure they're not the same people,“ she said snottily.

Damian ignored her, ”Just before I was born, my dad was having in an affair with Yvonne's mother. It's pretty simple, really. She got pregnant, my dad was the father. The gentleman that my dad is, he, of course, left her to fend for herself, turning his full focus on me and my mom. We moved to New York, they stayed in Los Angeles. Then, one day, I was in the park with my dad, and he can't stop looking at this woman and her daughter. It's not really all that hard to guess that the Walkers moved to the big apple…Voilá, I had a sister,“

Ashley stared at him.

”W-why didn't you tell me?“ Damian let out a breath of believe as he realized that she believed him. After all, it was a pretty unlikely story.

”She was ashamed. She didn't want to be known as an affair child. She made me take a wove,“

”…Ohh…“ the brunette looked down at the floor,

”So…am I forgiven? Please, please say that I am,“ there was a not-so-subtle hint of desperation in Damian's voice.

”Yeah…I'm sorry. You're forgiven. Am I?"

Damian didn't bother answering. He just wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Holding her as if he were afraid to lose her. As if she was the most fragile thing in the world.