Breathing Him In

Chapter three.

Asher's P.O.V

As soon as I see Dylan, I run into his arms and hug him as tight as I can. He squeezes back equally as tight, lifting me a little and kissing the top of my head.

"Ready to go?" He asks, setting me down gently. I nod. He puts his arm around my shoulders and leads me out the door. To others, his actions may seem intimate, but we never see it that way. Neither one of us likes the other in that way. I get in the car and immediately crumple into the seat. I couldn't fall apart at home, because they would ask a million questions, but Dylan knows that I'll talk when and if I'm ready. He won't push. He'll just be there for me in any way that I'll let him and I love him for that.

"So, are you ready to tell me what happened?" He asks when we walk into his room and sit on the bed.

"Um, well Seth came to my house drunk. He started trying to force himself on me, and then I told him to stop. He grabbed me really hard and pushed me into the wall." I have to stop for a second to compose myself. "He started to call me nasty and ugly that no one would want me. He brought up k-k-kevin and then he slapped me. I told him to get out of my house before I called the police." I'm full on sobbing now. Dylan pulls me in and rests his head on mine.

"Ash... I'm so sorry that happened. I'll fucking kill him if you want me to." He says, pissed off. I look up at him and smile, shaking my head.

"So how about we watch a movie?" I ask, filling my voice with enthusiasm.

"Yes! I wanna watch a scary one!" Dylan squeals, putting in an unknown disk. I groan and nod, Dylan making his way back to the bed. When he lays back down, I snuggle into him and lie my head into his chest.

"I love you Dyl" I mumble.

"I love you too Ashy poo" Dylan says back and then laughs "That rhymed" He giggles.

After two movies, It's time for me to be home. I don't feel like talking to my family, so I just bypass them and go straight into my room. I sit in there and do my home work for what seems like years. Finally, when my homework is finished, I grab one of my dad's old work t-shirts and a pair of shorts and go into the shower, letting the water unknot my muscles. Soon enough, I am settling into my bed, only to be hit with nightmares as soon as I fall asleep.

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*Beep* Beep* Beep*

My alarm clock blares. I reach over to hit the snooze button, but I can't find it. With out opening my eyes, I reach behind the alarm clock and yank the cord, making the dreadful beeping stop. I hear my door open. It's most likely Sam.

"Get out you little twerp." I say, burying my face into a pillow.

"Get up, Ashy." I hear a familiar voice say. I roll over and see Dylan in my doorway. He comes over and plops down next to me on my bed which makes me fall off of my bed, landing directly on my face. That's probably going to bruise.

"That was a dick move, Woody." I call him woody because of his last name and because he used to have an obsession with Toy Story. "Now get out so i can get changed." I say, getting off the floor. He nods and hurries out of my room. I'm not feeling getting pretty today, so I just grab a pair of black leggings and a maroon nike sweatshirt and throw them on, followed by a pair of black nikes. I run to the bathroom and put on my everyday makeup which is winged eyeliner and mascara. I look at my hair and it is a mess. There is no saving it, so I just knot it on top of my head. I go back into my room just to grab my bag and walk right back out, turning the light off and closing the door behind me. I go downstairs and Dylan is talking to my mum. I grab a bagel my mum had prepared for me and kiss her cheek, grabbing Dylan's hand and pulling him out the door with me. "Lets get this shit day started I guess." I sigh. Hopefully Seth with leave me alone today. Probably not, but a girl can only hope. Once we're in the car, there's no going back. Might as well get it over with, right?

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Triple update today :-)