Ashley’s pov

I was in the middle of covering one of dads songs when I noticed a blonde girl got taken down in the mosh pit. I never understood why people felt the need to mosh. It was a death trap. I kept singing but motioned for security to help her. Security cleared the area around her and paramedics had to carry her out. Poor girl. I finished up the song and thankfully it was my last song of the tour. I thanked the crowd and walked off stage. It was late and I was tired. I wanted to get a cab and go to the loft to see Kyla and then pass out. This is how I ended concerts. I either went to sleep or got so doped up that I eventually passed out. First thing in the morning I wanted to get in my lotus, find a random city, and start over there.

I walked into my dressing room and stretched out on the couch. My manager came walking in without even knocking. I really wasn’t in the mood for him. I could actually fire him right here and now if I wanted to. He had no more legal ties to me. The contract was up the second I finished the last song.

Jas: "You did great out there."
Ash: "But that’s not why you are here."
Jas: "You’re right. I’m here because of the fan that got injured."
Ash: "What does that have to do with me?"
Jas: "It would look really good for your image and for publicity if you were to at least go visit the person that got hurt listening to your music."

I just wanted him out of here. I really did hate him. I blamed him for my loss of Spencer. I know I should have read the contract, but that didn’t stop me from blaming him.

Ash: "Fine! Whatever. First thing in the morning. I’m leaving now."
Jas: "We also need to meet tomorrow about renewing your contract."

As I was storming out of the room I muttered over my shoulder.

Ash: "We could meet about you biting my ass."

I slammed the door before he could say anything in return. I reached in my pocket and instead of calling a cab I just called for Kyla to come get me. I may have grown cold hearted and bitter over the past year, but I still love my baby sister. I missed her a lot. When I was sad at night I would call her and she would talk to me until I fell asleep. She was my only comfort.