The Letter

The next morning I woke up with Oli lying next to me, he looked so cute, I didn’t want to move and wake him up. I laid there for a while, going through Instagram, waiting for Oli to wake up. He scooted closer to me and smiled a bit, “Good morning.” His deep morning accent was beautiful oh my god. “Good morning Oli.” I smiled back.
I tried to get up but he just pulled my closer. “Let me up silly!” I laughed. He finally let me up and I went to the mirror that had a note on it, “I’m going back to LA today, the band needs me, I’ll see you soon, write me babe, love you. ~Ricky.”
“Ricky’s gone.” I said pulling the note from the mirror and throwing it in the trash.
“Where’d the dick go?”
“Band needed him.”
I sighed a little, I was going to go to that meeting today. Oli asked if I wanted to do anything today, I told him we should explore the city, I haven’t done that much. Then we should go to this coffee house I read about called Blue Mirror.
I got dressed in a sweater and some skinny jeans with my Toms. It was getting cold out. Oli and I took my car around the town. We stopped in a ton of local hot spots, we acted like tourists.
“Oli look!” I called out pointing at this beautiful statue on top of a hotel. He smiled and turned us so that our backs were to it. He took out his phone and snapped a picture.
“Oh my god I can’t believe it Merry look! It’s really him!” I heard someone shout behind us. We both turned around and looked, “Shit.” Oli mumbled. “Let’s go.” He threw me over his shoulder and started running. They chased after us for a little bit, but then they stopped, we were running too far.
Oli put me down and apologized. I told him that it was fine. We were at a small park by the water. There wasn’t a lot of people there at all, which I loved. It was beautiful. I took out a notebook and started writing,
Ricky,
How are you!? I miss you a bunch, how was the flight? I went exploring the city today. How are the guys? Do you miss me too? Why did you go so unexpectedly? Oh well, miss you babe.
~Ashley.
I closed my notebook and stuffed it back in my bag. “You’re still going to be with him Ashley?” Oli shouted.
“Oli…”
“I love you anyways Ashley.”
“I love you too Oli.”
We continued to explore the city, it was nice to have people ignore you, except the damn fangirls who come up to Oli. We stopped at some vegan food place and ate lunch. I don’t know how people can be vegans, it’s way too gross. Oli laughed at me for not liking it. I sat and sipped on my tea while he ate his tofu shit, yuck. Texans eat meat, not saalllaaadddd.
We left the food place and went back home, way too much excitement for one girl, especially because I had to be somewhere in 30 minutes. I asked Oli to drop me off at this place before we got home, and then to come and get me in an hour.
I walked inside of the church, I was an atheist, I did not go to church, and I haven’t for years. “Hello! I met you the other day right?” The women from the parking lot asked coming up to me. “That’s me.” I smiled. “Take a seat anywhere! Please, make yourself at home.”
I sat down on the chair closest to that lady. She smiled and handed me a cup of coffee, I nodded a ‘thanks’ and then she sat down.
“Well, hello ladies. Oh I see we have a new face! What’s your name?” Another lady asked.
“Ashley.” I replied nervously.
“I’m Amanda.” The teacher girl said, “My goodness you look young. October, Raven, you three look about the same age as Ashley. What’s your story Ashley?”
I cleared my throat and looked down at my hands, “Well, maybe around 6 or 7 months ago I met Ricky. Ricky plays guitar for Motionless in White,” I watched as the two girls, October and Raven cringed, “We communicated through letters. After I wrote my first letter, he answered. We had been talking though letters for a month. And then I moved here, from Texas. I toured with them for 4 months, I left my family, my friends, everything. I made friends with Motionless in White and Bring Me the Horizon. On the last day in LA, Ricky and I, well we fucked. We were together 3 months, and he never asked my age,”
I breathed in deeply, “One night, the front man for the band asked Ricky if he knew my age, he didn’t. So when I told him, he freaked out. He was drunk, very drunk. He hit me, multiple times. I went to the hospital and lied to the doctors.” I stood up and lifted my shirt. The whole room gasped and went silent. Dead silent. “Last night I was talking to some guy at my aunt’s dinner party, his breath smelt of whisky, he was extremely angry that I ‘flirted’ with the guy. He hit me to the brink of death. If it wasn’t for Oli coming in when he did. I wouldn’t be here. And that’s my story.”
“October, Raven. Why don’t you tell her your story?” Amanda said, pointing to the girls.
“I knew Ricky too, and so did she.” The red headed October said, whipping a tear from her cheek and pointing to Raven.

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