11: His Fault

1606 Words

Ashley I stood there for ten minutes. Ten minutes that had stretched into an eternity of fuming. I wasn’t just annoyed, I was pissed. Genuinely, incandescently furious. He’d dragged me up here, promising some good time only to ditch me for a phone call? The arrogance was staggering, even for him. I kicked at a loose piece of gravel on the tarred roof. There was no way I would sit here like some pathetic lapdog waiting for its master to return especially not for him. Screw him! Screw his important phone call, I was going home. I stood up, brushing nonexistent dust off my shirt, and marched toward the stairwell door. A tiny, rational part of my brain whispered that it was late and that the streets around here were bad for a woman to walk alone, but I told that part of my brain to shut th

Free reading for new users
Scan code to download app
Facebookexpand_more
  • author-avatar
    Writer
  • chap_listContents
  • likeADD