The Bad Boys Wishes

Numbness

What do you guys think about him being Ashton?^^
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*Poke*
"Ashton stop poking her" someone sniffled out.
*Poke*
"Ashton, enough" said the voice again. It had sound like they had been crying.
*Poke*
"Ashton enough!" Someone yelled.

I started to open my eyes and see what was going on. My head was hurting for some reason. I started to sit up when I saw Ansley sitting in Ashton's lap,while Jack, Ashton's best friend was in the chair right beside them with puffy looking eyes. Ansley's face looked like a raccoons eyes and her eyes were red and puffy like Ashton's, but she was giving him a death glare that could put him six feet under.

"What happened?" I croaked out, trying to sit up. I was in the nurses office and had an ice pack on my head.

Ashton and Ansley shot up and rushed over, slowly pushing me back down.
"It's mom and dad" sobbed Ashton.

Immediately the recent events had come rushing back and hit me like a train. I let out a sob into Ashton's shoulder.

How could they be dead? I had just seen them this morning. Alive and well. How could I live without them? Why did they have to die? Ashton and Ansley were both whispering reassuring words which did little to calm my hysterical self.

After what seemed like hours, I had cried all my tears out and now couldn't stop hiccuping while I had been told I had passed out after the phone call and been rushed to the nurses office. It was now about 3:00 and we were supposed to talk to our social worker.

On the way out, in which my brother insisted carrying me, I was thinking of where we were going to live? Would I have to move in with my aunt? What would we do with our house?

As my brother sat me in the car I looked out the window, wanting nothing more than to sit here forever and feel nothing but numbness. Watch the clouds go by and listen to sad music on repeat. Ansley and Jack were taking my car while I was riding with Ashton.

I heard my brother start the car and drive me to who knows where. After what seemed like half an hour, the car came to a stop and Ashton put his hand on my knee where my hand was resting.
"Come on Odette, we have to get out and talk to the social worker" he choked out. His eyes were still red and puffy from crying.
I slowly stepped out onto the cement and mechanically shut the door, dragging my feet through the parking lot up to the door and stepped in. Ashton went up to the front desk and started talking to the receptionist on where to go. Once he got the directions, he led the way down a long hallway and knocked on the last door on the left.
"It's open" someone called out.

He opened the door as I followed in. There was a man riffling through his file cabinet for a good 5 minutes before he introduced himself.
"Hi I'm Jonathan Smith and you must be Ashton and Odette Thompson. I am so sorry for your loss. I was close with your parents back in college and I'm a phone call away if you need anything." He said. I could see the sincerity in his eyes and hear it in his voice.

"Now since you two are not 18 yet, in your mother and fathers will, they said you were to be living with your aunt Hadley. You have 3 weeks to pack up your things and your aunt is now on a plane here right this moment. Are there any questions?" He said quickly.

"What about their funerals? Who is gonna set that up? We can't do that by ourselves!" I sobbed out.

I looked down at my lap as my tears silently fell. I felt Ashton put his arms around me and tried to calm myself down. I was being the loser who couldn't stop crying while my brother had to handle everything.