***Author's note***
Okay so this chapter was very difficult to write, it's a very emotional chapter so I wanted to catch everything that Eve and Ashton were going through, everything they thought, everything they felt. And I know some parts may seem just a little too dramatic, but that's kind of what I was going for.
So any feedback is really amazing, I just want to make sure I can bring you out of your world and into theirs.
Anyways, Enjoy!
-Adrianna
Eve's POV:
I don't talk on the drive to Ashton's. I'm too flustered.
But my dad keeps looking over at me.
Constantly.
I plug my headphones and think about what to do.
Or what to say,
or where to start.
I love you, I miss you, I need you.
I have no idea.
The ride is too quick and my dad parks.
"I'm not gonna pick you up." He says.
"What?"
"If you need a ride home, ask him. And if he doesn't drive you, then call me."
"Why?"
"Because you need to work this out with him, as an adult."
"Dad are you sure?" I've always asked him to treat me like an adult… I wonder what made him cave in.
"Yes. But Evelyn, I hope you know what you're doing."
"I do daddy…"
He turns towards me and kisses my forehead.
"Good luck baby girl."
"Thanks daddy."
***
Dad's truck drives away and I stand fearfully in front of Ashton's door.
133
It mocks me.
I knock on the door lightly.
Too lightly.
I knock again, harder this time.
Maybe he's not home.
Hopefully he's not home…
"One minute," He says through the door
His accent is so strong yet so soft, I can already hear him whispering beautiful things in my ear.
I hold my breath.
He swings the door open and his face draws a blank. He looks stunning, beautiful, just simply… Put together. His hair is brushed and thrown under a beanie, he's wearing those slim black jeans of his and some band T-shirt. Those bracelets are clinging to both of his wrists…
Please don't tell me he started cutting again.
Jesus, please don't.
"Hi." My voice squeaks.
"Hi." His voice doesn't. So smooth, so sly. Like he's been practicing this conversation.
"C-Can I c-come in?" I ask desperately. He nods and makes room for me to walk in.
I've never missed a smell so much. The apartment looks the same and everything's in it's place, that tiny picture of me when I was younger is no longer by the couch though… a pain rushes through my chest. But why did I think it was gonna just stay there? Deep down I knew he'd move it. Or give it back, or something.
