Ashton's pov
His name's Jamie. He's 17 years old. He loves baseball. And has a big sister and his favorite color....violet.....
I engraved the facts into my head. I don't know why though. He interested me in a way. A way that even I don't know yet.
I allow my eyes to wash over the back of him seeing as though he's sitting in front of me. His tight white tee shirt stuck to his muscles. Making me want to take it off and slowly drag my hot tongue over the abs I'm sure he has. His hair was a long and curly, even now I can imagine my slender fingers running through it.
I shook my head trying to get him off my mind. I've only know him for about 20 minutes and the only words I'd said to him was apologies for running into him in the hallway. Yet he's the only thing on my mind.
--------Time skip--------
12:00 a.m.
I smiled as various people's hands and bodies collided into me. The music blared throughout the club and people let loose.
Out the corner of my eyes I saw a decent size of firm breast. The owner shook her topless body around like there was no tomorrow. Her long dirty blonde hair blew beautifully as if she was an actress in a movie, and a fan was blowing it to make it look as flawless as possible
I smiled as she smiled. She was a lovely woman. 18 maybe? Early twenties? She didn't deserve to be here. Not in this shit of a world.
I watched as she downed whatever was in her cup wincing as it burned her throat I presumed, then started dancing again. I watched unable to retract my eyes. There was something about her.
She needed my saving.
Slowly i made my way towards her in the brightly lite club. Immediately she noticed me offering a small smile in which I returned.
Wanna talk I yelled trying to beat the music
Aint much to talk bout. But sure, she said. She had a strong country accent rarely heard in new York.
We headed for the exit and I pushed the door open. The cold air slapped me in the face making me shiver like I always do, yet she took it without any shivering. As if she had on layers of fur and not just her bare body.
So, tell me. Tell me why you're in pain.
She looked at me as if saying how'd you know and I responded by wrapping my hand around her hard knees squeezing it gently.
I was 15. I was bitching about going to Caty Marie's party and I begged mom and dad to drive me. Dad was willing but mom had always been strict. She didn't want me to go.
I was in the back seat with my younger brother when they started arguing. It came out of nowhere. Their screams filled the car and mom started hitting dad. He kept his eyes on the road allowing her to hit him punch after punch.
I screamed for her to stop as my brother cried. She was saying bad things to him. Accusing him of cheating and being to soft on us and everything else.
My brother screamed to the top of his lungs the words. For fucks sake and everyone looked back at him including me. And within that second the tow truck came out of no where colliding with out car.
It hit from dad's side and killed him immediately. I was frozen and mom had collided with the wind shield. My brother passed out and I just screamed. Screamed as the light of the traffic lights changed. Screamed as the firemen cut us out the car. Screamed as I saw my bloodied legs.
Screamed as I realized I'd killed my father.
A small tear fell down my cheek as she finished her story. So much pain hiding inside her, clawing at her mind and heart slowly killing her.
If I hadn't want to go to some damn party my father would still be alive. My mother wouldn't be a drunk. My brother wouldn't be so miserable deep down inside.
I ate her pain, feeding myself off of it. She needed saving now. I couldn't let her live through this anymore.
