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My blood is boiling.

I watch my sister drive away with Lana.

That bitch heard Lana coming up the stairs and that's why she kissed me. When Lana came in I didn't hear her because I had my earbuds in. Then Taylor kissed me. I shoved her off the second she did, but then I saw Lana and Lana saw what Taylor wanted her to see.

My jaw tightens when my eyes land on my family standing around and watching me with worry. Lana is gone, why the fuck are they staring at me like this? Can't they give me some space?

Everything changed so fast.

Alex confessed his love for her and she kissed him? But that doesn't even piss me off as much as it probably should because I know she loved me and I noticed Alex's attempt at being respectful to our relationship. Whatever they had is in the past. What really pissed me off was Lana's attempt to throw it into my face.

I understand she's upset. I understand that what she saw was heartbreaking. She's told me multiple times that she's loved me and never once have I confirmed my love for her. Then finding me in that position with Taylor may have confirmed her insecurity that I don't really love her.

I don't know what I was waiting for in order to confess my love to Lana. Maybe I was scared myself. I couldn't tell you what I was scared of though. But this morning when we were in the shower and Lana looked at me something in my brain and heart shifted and I wanted to confess my love for her at the top of my lungs. I still have yet to understand it.

"Ashton," my mother calls out as I begin to start my ascent up the stairs. "Are you okay?"

My jaw ticks and I feel my pulse thrum against my neck. I can't blame Mom for asking, she's worried about me, but the question still manages to piss me off.

Immediately I stop before I can take the first step and turn to my family. Stupid heat pricks the back of my eyes as the threat losing Lana forever hits me. "I'm not fine, Mom," I whisper to keep my voice from cracking. "I may have lost the most wonderful woman I have ever dated because of a gold digging whore you guys decided to invite."

I can't keep the blame out of my voice. I know it's not there fault, but why would they invite her knowing the history Tye and I have with her. Who the hell cares if her father is a close friend of the family? She was the last person I wanted to see and I have very plausible reasons.

Then I hear my name called by that voice I may just despise with a passion. "Ashy?"

Every muscle in my body tenses, and it takes every ounce of restraint to keep me from lashing out on her. There has to be something mentally wrong with her to make her think I want to hear a word coming from her lips. Glaring at her, I get what I need to say off my chest.

"Taylor, I don't like when you call me Ashy. And I have no idea what went through your fucking head that made you think kissing me was a good idea. I don't want you, I want Lana. Not you. Get that through your thick skull."

Running my hand over my face I look away from her, unable to bear the sight of her. "Why the hell are you still here?"

"I'm staying the night."

Those four words make me loose it and like Lana I can't stand to be in the house any longer. I brush past my family and head out the house to Tye's guesthouse that he turned into a gym. The anger coursing through my veins scares me. I've never been this mad in my life. I need to release it.

Stepping into the gym, I pick up a pair of gloves and head straight for the punching bag. Tye enters moments later, but I just ignore him and continue to punch, feeling my anger leave my body very slowly.

"Let's talk," he sighs sitting down on a nearby bench.

"Fine." Send another punch to the bag, followed by another.

He laughs and shakes his head. "Can we talk without the punching?"

I stop, leaning against the bag with a sigh as I look at Tye and wait for him to say something.

"We've known each other since pre-k. And after knowing you for almost all of my life I can truly attest that I've never seen you in love with something or someone the way you are in love with Lana."

I've never had anything to be in love with. Luna makes me feel like nothing else matters. No stress of work, no expectations help over my head. To her money doesn't matter. She loves me for me and I love her as well. I was just beat by Alex to actually confessing it. I wonder if Alex confessed his love before or after Lana said she loved me.

It's irrelevant.

With Tye and his curiosity, I answer all his questions about Lana. How she's really sweet and caring. I even tell him about the strip club thing and how she hates when I call her Bambi. I can't resist it though, her face does this cute thing when I say it. Then he asks what happened in the room with Taylor.

I tell him what happened in the room. I never for a second reciprocated Taylor's action and I didn't want to for a second. Tye and I both know how Taylor can be. The only word to describe it would be toxic. She tries to pull people into her drama and when she doesn't get what she wants she fucks up everything her path. She couldn't have me so she fucked up my relationship with Lana, targeting her insecurity. I hate that.

Unable to resist, I go back into punching the bag. Tye just scoffs and shakes his head. "You can't workout all day."

"I will workout until the pain and anger goes away."

He pulls the bag from me and pats my shoulder. "Mel, took her to a safe hotel for the night. She's in good hands. Tomorrow when she comes back you guys can talk. All she needs to do is cool off and you need to take a shower."

I nod and agreement and unstrap my gloves. All I can do now is wait for Lana to come back and hope that she will listen to me. But I have once question nagging my mind. "Why the hell is Taylor staying here?"

"Mom made and agreement with her father." Tye groans, throwing his arm over my shoulder and guiding me out of the door. "I'm sorry."

I know it's not his fault and Mom couldn't have known that Taylor would do that. I don't blame anyone.

Walking back into the house, I head straight upstairs to my room, locking the door behind me and going into the bathroom to take a shower. Then after multiple attempts of trying to call and text her, I finally pass out on the bed. I toss and turn in the sheets without Lana. It's not comfortable without her. What has she done to me?