Ashton refused

Sheryl ’s POV

“Are you out of your mind?” Rachel shouted as I hung up the phone with Scott. I began toward the

door. “You can’t just go there. He could be dangerous.”

“I can’t let him hurt himself,” I say as I grab my coat.

“It’s not your problem to fix, Sheryl ,” she told me, following closely behind.

I paused to look at her.

“He called me; I’m now in his recent phone record. He made it my problem.” She didn’t look convinced

so I added, “You didn’t hear him a minute ago… he sounded like he was in pain.”

“Fine, but I’m coming with you,” Rachel said with finality, grabbing her own coat.

I gave her a thankful smile before leaving the room.

I really didn’t like pubs; any kind of bar I tried to stay clear of. I wasn’t much of a drinker, and I certainly

I didn't like hanging around drunk people. But from when I dated Scott, I remembered that he enjoyed

going to any kind of bar that he could find. He would often drag me to them, and I’d have a miserable

time.

By the end of the night, I alwa