Being Different (editing)

Chapter 9 | Memories And Bed Times

"W-what?" Ash mumbled to me through my shirt. He glanced up at me keeping his arms still firmly latched around my waist as he gazed up at me through his tear filled eyes and I couldn't help but feel a pang in my chest as I looked at him.

"I-I'm Oka-y," I spoke again a little harder but getting through my words without to much difficulty.

Ash seemed to completely brighten up at the sound of my voice and I couldn't help but laugh as he gripped me tighter and spun us in a circle showing how happy he truly was.

"THATS AMAZING!" He spun us around his laughs and my chuckles filling the air as if it was the only music needed in our lives. "I won't push you to say anything else." He let go of me softly so I touched the ground like an angel coming to earth, when he finished placing me he gazed down at me and planted a soft kiss on my forehead my cheeks immediately begun burning up at the gesture. "Thank you, your voice is gorgeous,"

I softly smiled up at Ash, the day's events finally taking effect on me as I let out a large yawn my hand unable to muffle all of it.

"Do you want to go to bed?" I nodded my head once. "I had a spare bedroom made for you, I know that you most likely don't want to sleep in the same bed again," my whole body begun to burn at the thought of the event; I was completely and utterly embarrassed.

Ash softly chuckled, "the room is across the hall come on I'll take you." I would like to say all the fear was gone from when Ash attacked me but a small part of my soul just kept urging me to run away so I didn't have to face him again and so I won't be hurt again.

Ash trudged through the destroyed room the broken glass still littered the floor and there was a rich alcoholic smell filling the room which made me scrunch up my nose in disgust. I have had alcohol before and I loved it even going through an alcoholic phase during my time at the pack, then they found out and I received a very severe punishment.

Ash was literally dragging me as he walked through the room while I slowly hobbled behind him, scared too put to much pressure on my ankle.

The wounds healed, scars never fade.

At the sight of all the destroyed objects I remembered that I still have blood trickling down my face from when Ash threw that bottle at me.

By now we had entered the spare room it was simple one but it had greys and dark greys littering the room all complementing each other with white furniture. The carpet was my favourite it was as if it was brand new and I loved the softness.

"Come and get me if something happens, alright?" I nodded my head once as Ash begun to walk away I got a little stressed.

I grabbed his hand before he could walk any further and he raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk playing at his soft lips. With a slight blush appearing on my cheeks (WHY AM I BLUSHING SO MUCH!) I pointed to the steady stream of blood still running down my face. His smirk turned to a frown in an instant as he caught sight of the blood that he caused.

"I'll clean that up this time, come on the bathroom is right there," Ash kept my hand firmly in his dragging me to the bathroom joining to the lovely bedroom.

It was a white and grey setting in the bathroom and I didn't mind it was pretty and simple which is sometimes better than over the top stuff.

Ash grabbed my waist once we were fully in the bathroom the tingles spreading like wild fire as he placed me softly on the counter top my feet dangling off the ground, just! I really hope I grow some more I'm tiny. Ash opened the cupboard that wasn't behind my feet and pulled the first aid kit out this time, I'm hoping he knows what he's doing.