Cure {A.I}

Eric Trast

A/N
Hey! I have come to a conclusion that the theme song for Cure, is Hero, Family Of The Year.
That songs me and a lot to me and I think it fits with the story.
-Agnes
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It was 8:00 pm. After telling Ashton and the boys the story, a nap and 5 cups of coffee, I was sort of ok.

I was in Ashton's room, laying next to him.

"Who do think the other guy is who was Isreal?" Ashton asked.

"I don't know. why did you call you son?" I knew the wasnt an answer.

"So many questions that I can't be answered."

"Speaking of sons, do you ever know who you dad even is? Your biological one."

"I don't know anything about him. all i know is his name was Eric Trast. He was never married to my mum but when I took care of my mum. He let us stay at his house and when I was 2, he got tired of us and threw us to the rats at the side of the road." Is voice seemed distant, like he was remembering old memories.

"Do you remember him?" I asked.

"No. I only remember being with him once. o think it was at night and I woke up crying and he came to get me. he sang me to back to sleep. I don't know why he did it. he never was really a father to me. He never changed diapers or feed me. it was all on my mum. it was a week before he kicked us out.

I nodded for him to go on.

So we basically hitch hiked to my grandparents house for a week and we stayed out there house until my mum found a descent job. a year later she got married and had Lauren and Harry. they were my only source of life. I never had anything to myself but my siblings and my mum. we weren't poor but we weren't rich. most of my clothes were from relatives at Christmas and I would make them last for the year."

"I'm sorry." I said resting my head in his chest.

"For what." he laughed and looked at me.

"Well you had to live with a real Dad. and him dumping your mum like that is not cool."

"Well look where it got me. All that anger brings ambition." Ashton's phone started to ring. he scrambled to pick it up.

"Hello... Oh hi Cris!... Yeah... ok... why... ok I'll let her know... ok mmbye." he hung up and layed back down.

"That was my manager, Cris. he said we have to go to quart tomorrow at nine AM to talk about the whole thing."

"Ok. are THEY gonna be there?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, yas." his voice lowered.

I pressed my head in his chest, under his neck. a tear stained Ashton's shirt but I choked back the second.

"You ok?" He asked hugging me.

I paused but finally said, "I love you so much."

He embraced me tighter.

"And it's a privilege to love you back."