You Can't Save Me..

Chapter 11

Ashton's POV

I woke up to the sun shining in my window. But I felt like I actually slept. I smile as I open my eyes only to be greeted my Luke's blue ones.

I suddenly remember last night and retract my eyes from his own.
"I'm sorry about last night. I don't expect you to stay. You don't ha.."

He cut me off immediately, "I told you I wouldn't leave. I'm not going to let you keep fighting this battle on your own. I know it's your battle to fight, but what's wrong with some help? I've never seen a war fought by one person. And you're trying to fight this one alone? I want you to tell me everything. I need to know because I want to help you. I won't let you die in this war. I care about you way to much for that, Ashton. I care about you more than I should. I don't want to see you hurt anymore. Don't tell me I can't because I know I can. I will save you baby. I will."

He finishes his speech and I have tears running down my cheeks. The look in his eyes. He's telling the truth. He really cares about me. He really wants to help.

I really have to tell him.. I have to tell him everything. I've never told anyone this. Not anyone. Ever. And this boy I met no more than a few days ago, is about to know everything..

I look down at the ground and take a long breath in. Then I feel his soft fingers beneath my chin, pushing it up so I can look in his eyes once more. "You can trust me." Is all he says before he starts leaning in.

I close my eyes and start leaning in as well. Is he really going to kiss me? Oh my god. What do I even do? I have no more time to question this before I feel his soft lips on mine, moving slowly and softly. I move my lips along with his immediately. Right now, I feel at home.

All the voices stopped screaming at me. I didn't think about the blade or calorie counting. I didn't picture myself hanging from the ceiling or stepping in front of a train.

All I could think about was Luke and his lips on mine. All to soon he pulled away, looking into my eyes and smiling and I can't help, but do the same.

"Tell me everything. Take your time."

"O-okay. If I'm g-going to do th-this," I swallow, trying to compose myself, "You h-have to promise n-not to interrupt or question a-anything. J-just let me t-talk. I have t-to say it all a-at once or I won't say it at a-all." I finally got my sentence out with a shaky voice, looking at Luke for confirmation.

"Baby, it's okay. Tell me everything. I'm not going to judge. I'm not going to interrupt. You don't need to be nervous. Just tell me everything."
I nod, composing myself, ready to start my story.