Gangs / Ashton 5sos (Being Editted)

Chapter 19

Hey guys, what song are you obsessed with at the moment?

I'm obsessed with Elastic Heart by Sia, its a beautiful song and you have to really look into it before you can see the deeper meaning. All around its a beautiful peace and I'm insanely in love with it! :)

So . . . Even I teared up a little while writing this, so i hope you guys like this!

Anyways, enjoy this chapter! Ily all :*

P.S. I'm so sorry it's so short!

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3rd person's POV:

Brooke woke up later on, her body slightly aching and a pumping head. Ashton was still fast asleep on the bed, completely worn out from earlier. Brooke stretched out her sore muscles and yyawn whilst scratching her head before getting up silently and making her way into the bathroom attached to Ashton's room. Her hand pushed open the door and closed it so only a crack would show as she turned the light on. Sighing she turned on the tap and cupped her hands under the water, snd with a slight gasp at the cold liquid she splashed her face with the water.

Brooke wiped her face in a towel and washed her hands with out another sound before her eyes trailed up self consciously at herself, her eyes trailed all over herself with judgmental eyes, the voices yelling horrid words at her. Her hair was all knotty and a faded blue color, her boring dull green eyes had no life to them, her lips were small and too pink for her liking, she had freckles dusted across her nose and under her eyes. She hated everything about herself all because of one man, it was all his fault, he had destroyed all strength she had left within her.

Brooke couldn't handle looking anymore and sank down to the ground, her eyes closed tightly and her head scooping between her arms, her knee's pulling up to her chest. Brooke was stronger than this, she knew she was but she had her rare little breakdown moments every once in a while that she kept to herself, never letting anyone see her so weak. It was a rare sight to see Brooke depressed or crying, sad maybe but it would disappear as soon as it came. Not even her mother had seen her cry since she was eleven.

Brooke sighed and yanked softly at her hair, pushing it away from her face. Brooke felt alone, not even her own mother wanted her. Her dad walked out on them and her step dad died, she wished sometimes she still had a dad.

Brooke stood up and made her way back into the bedroom, switching the light off on the way out. Brooke crawled into bed and snuggled into the blankets with her eyes filled with tears, pain shooting straight at her heart. Ashton turned over at the feel of Brooke returning to bed, his tired eyes opening and adjusting the darkness, the moonlight glowing onto the pair as a source of light.

"What's wrong babe?" He asked panicked, his hand reaching up to her face and caressing it. Brooke closed her eyes as if pain and shook her head, her lips trembling.

"I miss them Ashton, I miss my parents, no matter how bad they were at it." Brooke blinked back the tears, promising herself not to crcr.

"I'm sorry." Ashton whispered, sincerity deep within him. Brooke missed her parents so badly, she missed beignet cradled by her mother and told how much they loved her, she missed her father telling her how he would kill any boy that came near her.

Brooke couldn't handle it anymore, she just let everything out. She could feel the pain in her eyes from holding back the tears, so she let them go, hugely heart breaking sobs leaving her mouth. Ashton closed his eyes in pain from the fact that he couldn't removed the emotionally pain from her, so instead he pulled her into warm and protecting arms, enveloping her into a loving hug. Ashton rolled onto his back and pulled Brooke onto his chest, her head lent onto his bare chest and even more sobs broke out.

"It's okay baby, it's okay. Let it all babe." Ashton continued to whisper things along those lines, trying to sooth her cries. He hated that he couldn't take away her pain, he hated that he could do nothing but sit here and watch the girl he loved sob her little heart out.

"I just miss being loved." Brooke whispered painfully as more sobs left her, her hands clutching onto Ashton's body as if her life depended on it.

"What do you mean?" He asked confused as he looked down at her, his eyebrows knotted together in confusion.

"They didn't love me as parents should love children, they love me in a way people would see as cruel but I loved them, what much was I able to do? Nothing. I'm not used to being loved, it hurts and I don't understand how to take it all in but with you, it feels different. You actually care and haven't hurt me, yet anyways." Brooke explained heartfelt, her lips trailing up his chest ever so softly as her tears still continued to roll down her cheeks.

"Don't pretend to care or love me if you don't, just tell me and I will leave right away, I'm sick of being lied to." After that Brooke fell asleep, leaving Ashton in a pile of confusion and hurt.

Pretend to care?

Lied to?

Pretend to love?

Leave?!

Ashton couldn't process all of this information at once, it hurt his brain. He was in love with her but he hadn't told her yet, he wasn't sure if she felt the same way, so he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to love her, care for her, he wanted her to open up to him and tell him her darkest secrets but he knew that would take time, a lot of time and he was okay with that. He was willing to wait as long as he got answers at the end of the tunnel.

But would Brooke let him in enough to trust him? He wasn't so sure. Maybe with time and care, he could get there but that would take a while. Ashton sighed and ran his spare hand through his messy dark blond hair and rubbed his tired eyes, his head turning to the side. His eyes landed on the clock; 2:01am, shit! He shook his head and pulled the covers over both him and Brooke. He pecked Brooke's fore head softly before wrapping his arms securely and protectively around her.

"I won't hurt you, ever." He whispered in her ear, despite knowing she couldn't hear him and closed his eyes. They feel asleep with their one hand laced together and their arms wrapped around one another, legs tangled together and body pressed together, their faces close and a lot to be talked about in the morning.