Nine

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by Mary278

by Mary278

Ashton // 1957

She should have let me kill him. I'm thankful I went to check the noise. What kind of man beats a woman? I looked down at my knuckles to see them covered in scrapes and blood but that didn't matter right now. Velma mattered right now. I helped her into her room.

"Oh my gosh" She whispered as she looked at her reflection.

"Velma that doesn't matter right now, we have to make sure you're okay." I said as she started tearing up. I gently held her reminding her it was going to be okay.

"Thank you for helping me Ashton, i'm sorry if i've been a trouble lately" she said tearing up again. My hand delicately touched her cheek and with my thumb I gently wiped away her tears.

"You're no trouble, it's a pleasure working for you" I said kissing her hand causing her to have a giggle fit as she hid her cheeks

"You know I take you're blushing as a compliment" I say, going into the bathroom and dousing a wash cloth in warm water then coming back and gently cleaning off the blood from her lip.

"Well, you're the sweetest man I have ever met." She smiled as I cleaned the rest of her face.

"I'm glad you think so, so how am I doing as a care taker because I feel i'm doing quite poorly seeing that I let a man hit you" I say going to wash the washcloth in the bathroom sink.

"Oh Ashton, that wasn't your fault. If anything it's mine for allowing myself to date him. Well it wasn't even my decision, Fern, she thought me dating him would get me more acting opportunities but well you see, that didn't work. I think my career is ruined now." she gushed quietly.

"I know i'm just your care taker but take this advice, don't listen to these old people they don't anything. You're seventeen, legal and able to take control of your own life. Your career doesn't depend on what they think it depends on what you feel. Remember that." I said looking at her straight in the eyes and then she did something. Something so crazy, yet sane at the same time. She kissed me. My shock was soon gone and I began to kiss back, her lips were so soft and almost vulnerable. Her hands found their way to the back of my neck and mine to her hips ever so gently, I held her. What could've been only a mere minute felt like eternity and I didn't want it to end. Despite the small cut on her bottom lip, there was a taste of something sweet, like strawberries in the summer or chocolate cake on your birthday. It was amazing and when she pulled away she began to blush again.

"You're not a bad kisser" She said playfully, a small smile on her perfect pink lips

"You're not bad kisser either" I said gently, smiling back at her. She blushed even more now and I couldn't help but laugh a bit at how precious she was. To some other man she could be the next sex symbol or an easy one night stand. She was priceless, precious and deserved so much more than what she had right now. Would it be wrong if I showed her just how much she's truthfully worth?