Hold Me

Chapter 6

It was Saturday morning and Michael was busy with paper work.

I plopped down on the couch, bringing my knees to my chest. I had been here for almost two weeks but I still got nervous when I was alone. That's when my thoughts would start to run.

The house was somewhat quiet. It was still kinda early in the morning. The guys all had late shifts last night so they were still catching up on sleep.

I rubbed my eyes, covering myself with the blanket from the couch.

I heard someone moving upstairs before they came down. Ashton walked in yawning.

"You're up early." He said, sitting down on the couch too.

I nodded. "Couldn't sleep."

He nodded. "I hate when that happens."

I nodded. Picking at my fingers.

"Sam?"

"Hm?"

"Is there something on your mind? Something bothering you?"

I shrugged. "Kinda."

He nodded. Moving a bit to face me.

"You can talk to me. Tell me what's going on. I promise you that there's no judgment. "

I bit my lip a little, nodding.

"Is it about your dad?" He asked.

I nodded. Tears starting to form.

All the bad memories of him always liked to surface when I thought or talked about him. I hated remembering him that way because he wasn't always that way.

Ashton nodded. "Do you wanna talk about him? It's okay if you don't."

I wiped a few tears that had fallen and nodded slowly. "I want to. "

Ashton nodded again. "We'll take it slow and go at you're pace."

I nodded, feeling glad that he wasn't pushing me to talk. I hadn't really talked about my dad with the guys that much. They only knew a small amount but that was the amount I wanted to tell at the time.

Ashton started to ask about the good memories before getting into the bad. It helped me to start to feel comfortable with sharing.

We talked for about an hour before we both decided that it was enough for today. Michael came down right when we were ending. I opened my arms, wanting a hug from him.

He smiled, hugging me.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

I nodded.

I knew that him and Ashton exchanged a glance. I knew that Ashton would probably tell Michael that I should start therapy. The thought of starting it kinda scared me.

Never in my life have I ever thought that I would be needing therapy. I thought it was for the really emo teens that always wore really dark clothing and were kinda scary looking. But I now knew that that wasn't the case.

The rest of the day was filled with us watching movies and just relaxing.

When all the guys decided to head upstairs for the night, it was just Michael and I.

"Can I talk to you about something?" He asked.

I nodded nervously.

"I know you are worried but I really think that you should start therapy with Ashton. I think it would be good for you to let your emotions out."

I bit my lip. "Would it be here?"

"No. It would be at his office in the hospital. I promise that it's a safe environment and that I'll go with you the first time."

I nodded. "I guess I'll try it."

Michael gave me a small smile. "I really want to do whats best. You know that right."

I nodded. I really did know that.

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