“What shit are you talking about?”

Now I’m pissed.

“You know what shit!” she snapped offended, “That O.D. paramedic morgue bullshit you threw at me. Why the fuck does it matter to you anyway? Jesus H. Christ woman! All I wanted was a goddamned ride not some fucking goodie-two-shoes holier-than-thou bullshit lecture from some know-it-all judgmental BITCH!”

Ok, scratch that last thought… NOW I’M PISSED OFF! I have officially been pushed too far. I love this girl, I’m in love with this girl or at least the girl she used to be, but no one and I do mean no one treats me or talks to me this way.

“You know what FUCK YOU ASHLEY! Oh my God! I don’t understand, what’s happened to you? Why are you doing this? Being like this? What-? I don’t get what your fucking malfunction is, but you need to get it fixed and fast! Especially if you think I’m your enemy. I asked what you took because I honestly lo- care about you deeply and want to help. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have stolen my parents car when I only have a drivers permit to drive around in the wee hours of the morning in some sketchy neighborhood to pick your ass up! You’ve pushed Madison away, Aiden away, Kyla and your mom. Ashley they’re your flesh and blood and have never let you down. And for what? What’s all the pushing for Ashley? For some cheap shitty high and some STD filled whores to pass the time here and there. Wake up you selfish spoiled little brat! One day you’re going to push too hard and when you go to pull back there’s not gonna be anyone there, and you’ll never get them back!” I yelled as I felt warm tears escape and roll down my face.

For a moment I thought I saw a glimmer of guilt in her eyes, but it left as soon as it appeared and was replaced with what I can only describe as pure unabashed rage. She runs her fingers through her hair slowly as she sniffs her twitching nose obviously wanting more coke. It’s at this point I realize this is not my Ashley any more. I don’t who or what she is anymore.