Perfectly Unseen

37: paranoid freak

I really wanted to write from Ashton's point of view during the scene where him and Aurora were sneaking out of the house while Ailie distracted her father, but I forgot so I'm just going to do that now. Forewarning: it's gonna be pretty intense.

P a r a n o i d
freak
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A s h t o n
(Wednesday during the sneak out)

I could feel the bâstards hands on me, trying to shake me from my sleep; probably drunk off of cheap beer as he got ready to punch his frustrations out.

Not this time.

I shot up, pinning him down in less time than what felt possible. The old man was weirdly weak, but all it made me want to do was hurt him even more as I stared down at his tired but merciless face. I hated his face. His cold blue eyes against his dirty skin that I saw staring back at me every time I looked into a mirror. I hated my face. It was the same face that caused it all. He was the reason for everything.

If only I had known --I would have killed him. And I was going to kill him now before he could hurt anyone else I loved-

"Ashton, it's just me," he spoke before I could take my burning revenge. Only it didn't sound like him at all and he used my name. Something wasn't right. "Ashton, it's okay. It's okay. Just wake up." He spoke again without the typical slur, but this time the soft voice was familiar, and slowly the darkness under me became a tiny blonde girl with ashy green eyes underneath a pair of old glasses.

Ailie?

My eyes widened, taking in what I almost did. My hands loosened at once, fearing I might have broken the fragile girl trapped underneath my large body. I could have seriously hurt her. I would have been just like my father.

Why the fûck was Ailie in my room?

"What-"

Her hand immediately covered my mouth, stopping the rest of my question. "We have to be quiet." Her already small voice was weaker than usual as her frightened eyes pleaded into mine. "Just get off of me and follow me, okay?" Her fearful eyes glazed over as she chewed on her bottom lip anxiously.

Without taking my eyes off of her, I suspiciously watched her turn to her sister, and at once my memory returned. I had decided to prove my theory wrong by going to her house. And I did. Ailie had a perfect home with the perfect family --even if her sister seemed to be somewhat sickly. They were clearly happy and loved each other as I had first assumed.

"Lee, don't." Aurora whimpered, and my eyes flashed back onto the two total opposite girls, both obviously scared of something.

What was happening? My body was tense as Ailie reassured her sister convincingly. I was slowly going crazy. It was all too damn familiar as Ailie blatantly lied to calm her sister down. But how? Ailie was damn perfect and if her sisters happiness didn't prove my over active thoughts wrong, I was the most paranoid freak out there.

But then again, maybe I had ought to be paranoid after...everything.

My eyebrows furrowed questioningly as Ailie turned back to me with a tired sigh, "Can you take my sister with you until Carrie comes to pick her up?"

Slowly and unsurely, I nodded. Why was Aurora leaving? God, she probably just had friends to go see. I needed to stop thinking crap up where there wasn't anything!