38. TAKEN

~ Asher’s POV ~ - - - - - Several Days Later - - - - - Asher slammed his bedroom door in anger. The door shut close with a loud noise. Still unsatisfied, he raked his hair with his hand and groaned aloud in frustration. That still wasn’t enough, though. Asher let out an angry yell and punched the wall next to him. * CRASH! * The wall cracked and a hole appeared in the wall. Asher yanked his hand back and felt the pain stinging from his fist. Shit! What’s wrong with me!? Asher let out a deep breath as he fell onto the bed. Blood was trickling from his knuckles as he lay staring at the ceiling. Was I too harsh on her…? It had been a week since that incident happened with Zoie and Asher replayed that moment again and again. That morning after everything went down, he was so worried about what might’ve happened that he completely disregarded her feelings. He did the right thing by bringing her the pill, he knew that. But perhaps he was being too insensitive about it. They never even talked