You Can't Save Me..

Chapter 9

Ashton's POV

"You're lying." He stated softly.

"What?"

"You're not telling me something. I can see it in your eyes. You're upset and I need to know why. I want to help you."

"You can't help me with this. It's forever my problem to deal with."

"You don't have to deal with anything alone. I'll be here. Always." He says, pulling me into yet another hug.

I allow him to hug me, enjoying the feeling until I open my eyes and see that my cuts had opened back up and blood was dripping through my sleeve and onto his shoulder. I gasped and pulled away quickly.

"What's wrong? What happened? Did I hurt you?"

Way to be smooth Ashton. Way to go.
"N-no. You didn't hurt me. I j-just thought I s-saw something." I stuttered, hiding my arms behind my back.

"Ash. What is wrong? Tell me. Please."
I looked at the floor not saying a word.

He then reached around me, grabbing my hands and pulling them into his own. My arms were softly tugged in front of me and I closed my eyes.

"Oh my god Ashton. What is this? Oh my god. Oh my god. I knew you were hurt. Why didn't you tell me? We have to go clean this up now. It's gonna get infected." He rants while pulling me to the bathroom.

He lifts me up as if I was the weight of a single feather. Then he demands I pull my sleeves up. I shake my head. "Ashton. I need to clean them up. Okay?"

I shake my head again and keep my stare on the ground.

He lifts my arm. I close my eyes, but I don't pull away. He lifts my sleeves and I hear him gasp.

The tears are silently streaming down my face.

"Its okay. You can leave. I know I'm a freak." I force out through my tears.

He lifts my chin so I look in his eyes, and forcefully yet calmly he says, "I would NEVER leave you. I'll save you."

"You can't save me.."

"I can try.."

Then we stand in the bathroom hugging, me crying on his shoulder, for what seemed like only seconds, but was really 24 minutes.

He then cleaned my cuts and carried me to bed. I didn't say a word. I just let the tears keep falling. He laid me down in my bed and covered me up with my fluffy comforter. Then he kissed my forehead and began walking toward the door.

"Please don't leave me.." I croak out.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

He closes the door and locks it before moving to lay down on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep?"

"You're not sleeping on the ground! Come sleep with me. I don't mind. Seriously."

He comes and crawls under my blanket as well. He pulls me close, my back pressed to his chest and his arm placed around me softly. I feel his breath on my neck as he whispers, "Is this okay?"

"It's perfect." I respond.

"Luke. I know you know what everybody was joking about down there. That's why I was mad. I thought it was probably about me and you guys were all making fun of me because I was obviously the only one not in on the joke. Please, just tell me this. Are you guys making fun of me? Am I making a fool of myself somehow?" I ask after a couple seconds of silence.

I hear Luke gasp softly and I feel his breath on my neck once again. "Of course not baby! We all love you a lot! We love having you around and we would never do anything to hurt you or make jokes to you expense." He says and I can hear the honesty in his voice.

I nod my head and sigh as I drift off into the first deep sleep I have had in years.