Daddy Ash [ a.f.i ]

chapter ten

Jade's POV

three days later

Michael is arriving soon, I finish touching up my apartment and look at the time.

"Shit."

I'm late.

I race down to my car and ignite the old white trucks engine. The immediate roar turns to a faint purr as I back out of the parking spot.

Yeah you're probably like 'wow for such a tumblr girl she has a really odd car choice'. Well check this, I'm 18, just moved out of my parents place 6 months ago, and I'm broke as fuck. It was my first vehicle and I'm in no rush to toss it out because I really NEED it.

After 20 minutes of driving I finally reach the airport and see a bright red head of hair and know it's him. He quickly walks to the truck, tosses his suitcase in the back and jumps in.

"HEYYYY." he screams when he slams the door shut.

My eyes widen due to being caught off guard by his screaming.

"Shut the fuck up." I put my truck in gear and we head back home.

As we pull up to the complex Michael lets out a deep sigh of relief.

"I'm so jet lagged man."

"Where did you fly in from?"

"Australia. My home lands." he chuckles as I nod my head.

We get out and head up stairs, Michael immediately crashing on the couch when we get inside.

"Hey Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know a guy named Ashton Irwin?"

"Yeah, he's kind of weird."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he's into all that daddy kink shit."

"You're into incest."

"You're not blood." he winks at me, causing slight chills to run through my body.

He has a point, but still.

"Anyways."

"Anyways, yeah and he has a drinking problem, or at least when I knew him he did."

"Couldn't tell you, I've only known him for a week or so."

"Where did you meet him?"

"Club."

"Classic." he chuckles as he lays his head back against the arm rest of the couch.

My stomach slightly churns. What does he mean classic? Am I just another innocent girl who he is planning to sleep with and ditch?

I run off to the bathroom fast, falling to my knees before the toilet.

My insides twist as I dry heave.

The thought of him using me makes me sick, literally.

Michael runs in to see me clamping my hands down to the edge of the bowl.

"Woah!! Are you okay??"

I shake my head no as the mere thought of Ashton sickens me.

"What's wrong?"

"He's what's wrong."

"Oh.." I hear a second male voice in the background. I look up to see Ashton's hazel orbs staring at me, slowly getting glossy.

Michael sits back, confused.

Ashton turns and starts heading for the exit. No explanation, no nothing. He just walks away.

I get up from my knees and walk out to see him reaching my front door.

"Ashton..I-I-"

"Look it's cool, just ya know..I wasn't using you."

"Then why are you leaving?"

"That's what you want right?"

"If you're going to use me."

He lets go of the door knob and walks over. Embracing me softly as he strokes my lilac hair.

Michael walks out and turns back around, I guess he feels awkward seeing his former step sister get hugged by and older guy.

"I need to go anyways kitten. I have things I need to do, I just wanted to stop by and say hello."

"Okay."

With that he lets me go, waves goodbye, and walks out.

"Well that was awkward."

"What?"

"You and him."

I keep quiet unsure of how to respond because yes, that was very awkward. He seemed really off too, leaving so suddenly and not saying much.

Whatever.

Michael walks over, grabs me by the wrist, and pulls me to the couch. We let our bodies fall on the couch, slightly colliding on the way.

"We need to just chill."

"Agreed."

Michael shoots me one of his damn smirks as we sit kind of close. My thigh touching his, our arms slightly rubbing against each other.

After hours of watching Netflix and many position changes, Michael now lays in between my legs sorta.

After we watch the interview he flips over on his stomach.

"That fucking sucked." he states.

It really did, it was so stupid.

"Yeah id have to agree with you on that one."

Michael looks at me, his facial expressions soft as ever.

"Why are you so sad?"

"I don't know."

"You need to be happy."

He grabs my hips and pulls me closer. He rests his head on my stomach with one arm wrapped behind my back and the other dangling off the side of the couch playing with Jasper.

"I don't know how to be happy anymore."

Michael stays silent.

"It's just an emotion that I don't feel anymore."

"I understand."

"Do you really?"

"Yes, that's why I left home. Now I'm happyish."

"Ish?"

"Yeah..."

"Why just ish?"

"Because I don't have the one person I want the most to myself."

"Who might that be?"

"You."