in the house. By the time she was ready to leave, there was still no word from Adrian, so Ashley grabbed a pen out of her purse and tore a piece of paper from her notepad and left Adrian a message:
I’ve waited and worried all night for you – I hope she was worth it.
I am not going to cry, Ashley said to herself as she grabbed her keys and headed out. She had Adrian’s spare key and almost left without locking the place up, but then decided against it. The thought crossed her mind that maybe Adrian had a good reason for what was happening, so she battled with the mean streak in herself that wanted to make Adrian suffer and feel like she had been feeling these past few hours. Ashley drove in silence the length of the drive home, carefully seeking out every car, the few she did pass this late, meeting her along the way. She wanted to make sure she wasn’t passing Adrian on the way. Before she knew it, she was pulling up in front of her home. She pulled her phone out of her purse to see if Adrian had called or texted, but he had not. By this point the sun was starting to make itself visible and rise as Ashley stayed in her seat and let her tears flow freely. She thought she had gotten to the point where she was done choosing men who broke her heart and made her feel the pain she was feeling right now, but here she was again. Ashley made herself get out the car and decided the best remedy for the next 24 hours was to go straight to her bedroom and sleep her hurt away—sleep was the only way she could get her mind off of Adrian, at least for a little while anyway.
The doorbell awakened Ashley. She felt as if she had been sleep for days. When she picked up her phone laying on her pillow, she not only noticed the time but also the number of missed calls and text messages that had come in since she put her phone on mute. The time said it was 3:51 pm that Sunday afternoon. That meant she had slept for over 9 hours, but Ashley still felt like she could have went back to sleep. The doorbell continued ringing. She raised herself up and slowly headed toward the front of her home toward the door. She slowly and quietly leaned in to take a look through the peephole where she saw Adrian standing there with a worried look on his face alternating between knocking and ringing the doorbell. Ashley lowered herself to the floor leaning her back against the door and decided to go through her messages. There was one text message from Carrie; the other five were from Adrian, as well as the five voicemails. The text messages showed Ashley that he had eventually made it back home because they made reference to her not being there and how he read her note. In the last message he expressed how he was on his way back to town for the second time within hours and how he hoped she would pick up the phone. She read through these messages while Adrian was still trying to get inside. Ashley had given Adrian a spare key to her place as well but she had the door chained from the inside, which she figured out he must have discovered earlier before she made it to the door. That was probably why he was still trying to make his way inside, because he knew she was obviously there.
Ashley finally decided to listen to the voicemails, with the first one appearing to take place before Adrian had made it back to his home. He was expressing how sorry he was for not calling or responding sooner; that call appeared to come in to Ashley about the time she was getting in her own bed to cry herself to sleep. The next calls appeared to have come in after he got the note because he sounded panicked in the remainder messages, expressing how he was on his way to her to explain everything and hoped she would hear him out. The very last message was left after about an hour of being outside her place trying to get inside. Although she looked worn out and the bags under her eyes showed
I’ve waited and worried all night for you – I hope she was worth it.
I am not going to cry, Ashley said to herself as she grabbed her keys and headed out. She had Adrian’s spare key and almost left without locking the place up, but then decided against it. The thought crossed her mind that maybe Adrian had a good reason for what was happening, so she battled with the mean streak in herself that wanted to make Adrian suffer and feel like she had been feeling these past few hours. Ashley drove in silence the length of the drive home, carefully seeking out every car, the few she did pass this late, meeting her along the way. She wanted to make sure she wasn’t passing Adrian on the way. Before she knew it, she was pulling up in front of her home. She pulled her phone out of her purse to see if Adrian had called or texted, but he had not. By this point the sun was starting to make itself visible and rise as Ashley stayed in her seat and let her tears flow freely. She thought she had gotten to the point where she was done choosing men who broke her heart and made her feel the pain she was feeling right now, but here she was again. Ashley made herself get out the car and decided the best remedy for the next 24 hours was to go straight to her bedroom and sleep her hurt away—sleep was the only way she could get her mind off of Adrian, at least for a little while anyway.
The doorbell awakened Ashley. She felt as if she had been sleep for days. When she picked up her phone laying on her pillow, she not only noticed the time but also the number of missed calls and text messages that had come in since she put her phone on mute. The time said it was 3:51 pm that Sunday afternoon. That meant she had slept for over 9 hours, but Ashley still felt like she could have went back to sleep. The doorbell continued ringing. She raised herself up and slowly headed toward the front of her home toward the door. She slowly and quietly leaned in to take a look through the peephole where she saw Adrian standing there with a worried look on his face alternating between knocking and ringing the doorbell. Ashley lowered herself to the floor leaning her back against the door and decided to go through her messages. There was one text message from Carrie; the other five were from Adrian, as well as the five voicemails. The text messages showed Ashley that he had eventually made it back home because they made reference to her not being there and how he read her note. In the last message he expressed how he was on his way back to town for the second time within hours and how he hoped she would pick up the phone. She read through these messages while Adrian was still trying to get inside. Ashley had given Adrian a spare key to her place as well but she had the door chained from the inside, which she figured out he must have discovered earlier before she made it to the door. That was probably why he was still trying to make his way inside, because he knew she was obviously there.
Ashley finally decided to listen to the voicemails, with the first one appearing to take place before Adrian had made it back to his home. He was expressing how sorry he was for not calling or responding sooner; that call appeared to come in to Ashley about the time she was getting in her own bed to cry herself to sleep. The next calls appeared to have come in after he got the note because he sounded panicked in the remainder messages, expressing how he was on his way to her to explain everything and hoped she would hear him out. The very last message was left after about an hour of being outside her place trying to get inside. Although she looked worn out and the bags under her eyes showed
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