Resist

13- Tell me.

Charles' pov

I drove without really worrying about the speed limits. I was scared. Scared that something bad will happen to her. Arriving at the nightclub, I was relieved to see her at the front door.

Once my car was parked, I quickly got out of it to join her.

Her cheeks were red and her mascara had run under her eyes. Knowing that she had cried increased my panic. How was it possible to make a woman like Ashley cry ? It made me so angry that I could have fought with anyone.

I then rushed towards her, as fast as my body could carry me.

"Ashley, what happened ? Did someone hurt you ? Tell me." The words were coming out of my mouth quickly, almost incomprehensibly

My hands moved gently from her head to her arms to make sure she wasn't hurt. She didn't even react and her eyes remained lost in space. I was really starting to get scared.

"Ashley, please tell me you're okay." I whispered looking into her eyes

"It's okay I..., I just want to go back to the hotel..." She sighed sadly, tears in her eyes

"Ashley, please tell me what happened...I can help you." I replied, my hands coming to place on her cheeks

She then began to look into my eyes for the first time. It wasn't like before. She seemed scared, but at the same time, reassured. Her face fell before she took me in her arms. She had to stand on tiptoes so her arms could wrap around my neck.

"I'm sorry for calling you so late Charles...I just want to go home." She sobbed, her face buried in my shoulder

I understood that someone had hurt her. My blood was boiling in my veins. But I also understood that she refused to talk to me about it. I then carried her to the car. Her lightness always surprised me. By placing her in the passenger seat, I made sure that no cameras were in the area. I really don't know how to explain this situation.

After getting into the car, I was about to drive off when my eyes landed on Lando. He was standing at the entrance to the nightclub. He seemed lost and seemed to be looking for something. Or someone. When his eyes landed on me, I glared at him. The thought of Ashley being so hurt because of him crossed my mind for a second. But that was impossible, wasn't it ?

Lando had always been a good, kind and funny person.

I then got into my car, my eyes never leaving his. If he had anything to do with Ashley, I think I would have killed him. I didn't want her to suffer anymore. Not by me, not by anyone.

The hotel was only a few kilometers from the nightclub. Within minutes, I found myself carrying Ashley Smith to her room again. She could barely walk anymore. I didn't know exactly how much she drank, but I just hoped she wouldn't pass out, or worse.

Ashley's pov

I felt his large arms carry me as I passed the frame of my hotel room door. Even drunk, I wondered why he was acting like that. Why he helped me when he hated me.

I didn't understand him. In fact, I didn't understand men.

To me, Charles was like the complex mechanism of a clock running backwards. Incomprehensible.

"How do you know my room number ?" I mumbled, as he gently placed me on my bed

He chuckled slightly before answering.

"Ashley, don't ask questions you don't want the answers to." He continued to chuckle as he placed the sheets over my waist

I have to admit that I didn't understand half of what he had just said. The words seemed like the blurred sounds of a stream. Abstract.