Two weeks later
“Asher!” I screeched as I looked around the living room.
He came running down the stair and asked what was wrong. He was only in boxer shorts and I growled at him wanting to kill him. The entire house was trashed. There was a video game paused on the TV and there were socks and even a shoe on the couch. His shirts and other clothing were all over on the floor and I was too scared to look at the sink, but did so anyway.
There were used plates and cups and they were so filthy that flies were everywhere. I turned around to see him yawn and I remembered how busy he’d been lately.
“Look, I know you’re busy, but when I come home, I expect to come home to a clean house, not a pig sty, okay,” I said softly.
“I understand. Look, I’m sorry. I’ll try harder, but can you clean this up for me, I’ve got so much work,” he said sincerely.
“Fine,” I told him and he ran back up the stairs.
“And put on some clothes!” I called.
Shaking my head, I dropped my purse on the kitchen counter and cringed as I looked around the house. I picked up his clothes first, sniffing them to check whether or not they needed to be out in the wash or not. All of them were stinking and suddenly I regretted leaving him on his own for two whole days. School had been very busy lately, so I stayed there and did my assignments and when things were finally back to normal and I wasn’t as overworked anymore, I came home and this was the welcome I got.
Washing the dishes was not an easy task. Some of these dishes were from the day that I left and had mould on them already. I knew he was busy and all, but didn’t he even take into consideration that So was I? I scraped the food off the plates, then put hot water on them to remove the things that were seemingly glued to the plate. When I was done, I put the dishes inside the dishwasher and washed my hands.
I went to look for Asher in his office and guess what, he wasn’t there. I groaned and then went down to his man cave and there he was playing Fortnite.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I thought you were working,” I said with my hands on my hips.
“Well, I was, but then I got tired, so I came down here to relax,” He says looking at me for a few seconds then going back to his game.
I let out a huff then decide to call Hayley and Jaelyn to ask them what I do in a situation like this.
Three days later
“Amanda, can you get me a beer?” Asher asked and I clenched my jaw.
“Why can’t you get it yourself? You’ve got legs don’t you?” I asked.
“Well, you’re closer to the fridge than I am.”
“So? I’m clearly busy with other things!” I snapped.
“Hey, calm down, I was just asking for you to grab me a beer,” he said walking over to the fridge.
“That’s just it, Asher! You weren’t just asking. You were treating me like your goddamn maid! Two weeks we’ve been living together! Two weeks! Yet, all you’ve been doing in those two weeks is asking me to do things that you are more than capable of! Hey, Amanda, can you get me a beer? Hey, Amanda, can you do my laundry? Hey, Amanda, can you make me something to eat? I’m sick and tired of it! You’re a grown man, Asher, I shouldn’t have to do these things!” I yelled.
“Oh come on, Amanda, you’ve never seemed bothered by it before, so why are you complaining?”he says.
“Because, you fucking idiot, I love you! You always say you’re busy, but you barely even work. Most of the time you’re in that stupid man cave of yours playing video games!”
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry. Just calm down,” he tried moving closer, but I shook my head and walked towards the stairs.
“You know what? I’m done. I’m done doing your work for you. Living together was a bad idea in the first place. In fact, all of this was a bad idea. We should listen to our parents and just wait for our mates,” I said angrily as I opened room door and headed to the closet.
“What are you saying?” He asked, completely shocked by my outburst.
“What am I saying? I’m saying we’re OVER!”
He just stood there looking flabbergasted.
“Not going to say anything? Fine!”
His expression was now cold and emotionless, “Fine, you can go. That’s what you want, then fine.”
I took my maroon suitcase an threw my clothes in, the tears blurring my vision. I quickly wiped them away and shook my head.
Why should I be crying over this man child?
He’s the one at fault here an the fact that he can’t see is the more reason to go.
When I was done packing, I headed downstairs and put my suitcases in the car. I didn’t want to go to the pack house so I went to live in my private dorms at school. I didn’t cry over him.
It hurt a lot.
He didn’t he for me.
I guess that meant he wasn’t the one for me after all.
But after all we’ve been through, he didn’t even try.
She had just left.
If only she knew how much that had hurt me. The pain and anger I had felt when she was packing those suitcases and telling me how much being with me was a mistake was unbearable. All I’d ever done was love her and now that she sees that I’m a bit messy she suddenly doesn’t want anything to do with me?
I guess we shouldn’t have tried to start this relationship.
Maybe we’re just not meant to be.
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