LINDSAY.
“Asher?" I called out softly to Asher who lay next to me on the bed. It had been a long day and we ought to be sleeping but we weren't. Asher was awake which was so unlikely.
He turned to look at me and I began. “Why do you hit me all the time?" I asked as my heartbeat quickened. I had never asked him a question like that before. All I wanted to know was why he repeatedly assaulted me, and always found a way of apologizing. To me, that was retarded.
He peeled his eyes off me and landed them on the ceiling. He didn't say anything for almost a minute. I was pretty sure he was looking for what to say.
“You make you do it" he finally spoke after some time.
“Do you love me?" I asked, wanting to hear him say no. If he said it, that way, I would know he hated me and I wouldn't have
