Cry
Ashley finds Holly on the floor of
the bathroom two days after Melissa leaves them for good. She’s leaning against
the bathtub with all that long curly hair hanging in her face, and when Ashley
sits down next to her, she looks over. Her eyes are big and red and wet, and her
lower lip looks swollen, like she’s been biting it.
“Hey,” she says. Her
voice is hoarse, like she’s been crying for hours.
“Hey,” Ashley says.
She puts her arm around Holly’s shoulders and pulls until the other girl
collapses into the cradle of Ashley’s body. “Hey, fuck her. If she can’t deal
with you being gay, fuck her.”
Holly just sighs and shakes her
head.
“No, say it. Fuck her.”
Holly’s head slumps against Ashley’s
neck for a moment, and she sighs. When she looks up again there are fresh tears
at the corner of her eyes. “Fuck her.”
“Good girl.”
Holly sighs
again, and Ashley puts her other arm around her in a fully hug. Holly hugs her
back, and the next time she speaks, its into Ashley’s hair. “I thought she
really liked me, Ash, God. Fuck her.”
Ashley doesn’t say anything in
response. She just holds her.
END