Ashley Purdy Is My Saviour. (COMPLETED)

Chapter Three:Confusion and hatred.

Joey's p.o.v.

I woke up on the couch. "My dad! Where's my dad!! What the fuck did you do to him!?" I screamed, I sat up crying. Andy was beside me, he took my hands and said, "He's gone Joey. I'm so sorry. There was nothing we could do to save him. I'm so sorry." I cried even harder. He took me into his arms. I soaked his shirt with my tears. I looked up within his hair and saw Ash as far away as possible. I let go of Andy. I got up and walked past Ash and CC. I walked right out of the house. Then there he lay. My father cold and dead.  I was half way down the walk way when I stopped in my tracks. I try not to throw up at the site. I turn around to see Ash standing in the doorway. Head down, eyes covered by hair, one hand on the frame, the other at his side, shaking. It's hard to tell if he's crying or not because of his hair. "You bastard!! Look at what you did! You took away the last piece of decent family I had! You mother fucking bastard!!" I can see that my words hit. And they hit him hard, I wanted them too. "I hate your fucking guts!!" Then Jake walks out under Ash who didn't even move and jogged towards my direction.

Once he reaches me, he puts his hands on my shoulders. "He didn't mean to kill him. He just wanted him to leave you alone." He looked back at Ash who was still standing there. Same postion and all. "Then... Why did he kill him? He was a Hero!" I was yelling again. Then, I went into Jakes chest for a un-expected hug. He stood still for like a nano-second then wrapping his arms around me and put his head on top of mine. And we just stood there for a while. I was crying, soaking his tank top. He could feel my pain. He understands where I'm coming from. Has he lost a loved one in the manner as I did? But that didn't matter. All that matters is that he's here, hugging me tight to his chest. I don't want this to end. Then he pulls away, kneels down so he won't be so freakeshely tall. Sliding his hands down and take my hands. And he smiles that cute girly smile of his. "It's going to be okay. These things take time. Trust me. They do... Look at me Joey." He said, I was still crying when he wiped a tear away, still looking away from him. So I looked at him. I saw sympathy in his eyes along with concern.

"How do you know? I was taken from my mom by him." I jerked my head towards Ash's direction, who was still standing in the doorway. "He thought that if I was away from her I would be able to live a normal life again. Guess... Not..." It was quite for a few minutes before he spoke. "He told me about that. Maybe, he thought you would be happier without her."  "Maybe. All she did was drink and beat me for no reason."

"It's going to get better. I promise. In time, it's going to get better. I promise." And that made me smile for the first time all day. His promise. Like a child, I held out my little finger, a pinkie promise. He smiled and did the same without a word and our pinkies connected. We connected. "Do you believe in pinkie promises?" He replied, "Yes."  And that was the end of that. He promised that it will get better. I'm holding him countable for that! And it gave me hope. He stood up and put his arm around my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his waist and smiled up at him and he smiled back down at me. We walked back into the house. Ash was sitting on the arm of the couch, he got up, and I saw pain in his eyes for the first time ever. "I'm so so sorry." Was all he said. "It's going to be okay. I promise." Was all I said. What Jake promised me, I promised to Ash. Then with all the madness going on, he picked me up for a hug and time stopped.

Ashley's p.o.v.

"It's going to be okay. I promise." Was all she said. Then, with all the madness going on, I picked her up for a hug. Time stopped. It was like we were alone and not in a room full of people. There was a knock at the door. I put her down and answered the door. It was a cop. Great. Just. Fucking. Great. "I recived calls on fighting and noise complaints. Mind explaining the dead body Sir?" The cop said. I looked at my hands to find dry blood. Damn. And I thought it was going to be a good night! "Sir?" The cop said again. "I did it! I killed him. Just... Don't arrest my dad." What the fuck? She can't be taking the rap for what I did. "Ma'am, are you conffessing to a second degree murder? You could go to prison for 20 to life. You understand that don't you?" He explained. She better not be going through with this! "Yes. Just. Don't. Arrest. My. Dad. He didn't do it. I did." Everyone- even the cop stared at her in pure shock. A 17 year old girl conffessing to a adult murder. "Exuse us." The cop nodded.

I took her into the kitchen, behind the wall. "What the fuck are you doing!? You are not taking the rap for what I did. I made the action, I will take the consquence." I yelled/ whispered. "I know you did it. I couldn't even think about sending you to prison... I- I- I don't know what I'd do with myself... I.. I.. I think I would kill myself before sending you to prison." She actually managed to get out between the silent sobs. "You know I won't let you do that. You're still a child. You wouldn't be sent to Juvie you would go to a actual prison." I tried to convice her. "And you wouldn't last a full day in one." Now she's making fun of me for my "strength". She continued, "I'm  not a child anymore. I've been taking care of myself since my mom started drinking. I was elleven." I thought about wahat she said.

She was only elleven. Now she's almost eighteen. Almost a adult. "I will. Not. Allow.You. To. Take. The. Rap. For. What. I. Did! It's not your choose! It's mine! Do you hear me Joey!?" I was yelling at her. I am yelling at my own daughter who is now crying. "Joey, I'm so sorry. I honestly didn't mean it... Stop crying... Joey... Stop crying... Please stop..." I quickely apoligized. I couldn't bear to watch her cry. Then, she walks towards the counter. I can't even think about what's going to happen next.