Ashley’s POV

"Ash, you can’t stay looked up in the room forever. It’s been almost two days!" Aiden shouted while pounding on the bedroom door.

"Go away," I groaned.

"Don’t make me pick the lock Ash. I will and you know that."

 Let me tell you something about Aiden. When Aiden says he’ll do something, he means it. Even if it means him having to go down to the lobby to the Internet café, look up how to pick a lock, and spend hours trying to do it.

"Go right ahead," I said loud enough so he could hear me. The pounding on the door stopped and everything fell back to silence.

I lay in bed with the drapes closed and lights off so I was lying in bed alone in the dark crying. I refused to eat, leave the room, or do anything. I guess this is what it feels like to hurt someone you really care about. And let me tell you…it feels like shit.

An hour went by and I haven’t moved a muscle. A sliver of light came into view of my peripheral vision and I knew it was Aiden. I felt the bed dip down where my back was facing and large hands rubbing my back.

"Ash, can you at least talk to me," he begged.

"I ruined everything Aid. I don’t know what to do."

"You messed up pretty bad kiddo, but you should try fix it and make it up to her," he suggested.

"I can’t Aiden," I said finally moving so I could face him. "I promised her none of this would happen. I promised to never hurt her. I made a promise Aiden, and I broke it," I said as more tears began to fall.

"I hate seeing you like this Ash," he said.

"I hate feeling like this," I replied.

"Well, if you’re going to stay like this can you at least do me a favor and clean up a bit. You look like shit," he said laughing trying to bring up my mood.

"Thanks," I said laughing too. That’s what I loved about Aiden. He knows how to make me laugh in any situation.