Rescue // Ashton Irwin

five.

Adley.

It had been well over a week since I'd kissed Ashton, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't regret it.

I'd had a major crush on him practically since the day we'd met, but I had a boyfriend and I couldn't go around kissing other guys, no matter how extremely attractive they were.

Not to mention the fact that Ashton hadn't spoken a single word to me since the day it happened.

He skipped the first group session after the "incident", and wouldn't answer a single one of my calls or texts.

I'd eventually given up on that , hoping that he would eventually come to group, considering the staff there counted on him to be present every week.

My hopes of him showing up came true, but it was nothing like I'd imagined.

He didn't speak a word to me before or after, he sat on the other side of the room , and he didn't so much as look at me for support when it as my turn to talk.

To say that I was hurt was an understatement.

I knew that I'd messed up and what I'd done was wrong, but I didn't think that he would shut me out like that.

Some part of me was afraid that it was because he thought I was disgusting, but I tried my best to convince myself that it was something much less heart breaking.

Either way, he still wasn't speaking to me and I needed to fix that.

I stayed up until ungodly hours of the night, tossing and turning, trying to think of something that would break the silence between the two of us.

He was the one friend I had, the only person I could always count on, and he was slipping away.

Somewhere in the back of my mind the thought of him being afraid of Noah became a possibility.

I knew that he hadn't actually hurt Ashton physically, but he did accuse me of sleeping with him, which would make us both at fault.

And, honestly, he can be a very scary person when he wants to be, and his fear factor was turned all the way up that night.

I couldn't blame him for being afraid, I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified, but I knew what I had to do.

I had to break up with Noah.

So, I waited around one night for him to come home from the bar.

I'd never been so nervous about something in my life, nearly having a heart attack when the door opened just a little after midnight, revealing a surprisingly sober Noah.

I couldn't decide if that was for the best or the worst.

He looked somewhat surprised, considering I'd been avoiding him at all costs since he freaked out on me and Ashton and accused us of sleeping together.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a look of confusion clouding his features.

I was sure this was going to go differently, him drunk and yelling, but he was talking in a soft voice, something I hadn't heard in as long as i could remember.

"Um, we need to talk," I started shakily.

And just like that, his mood had changed and a menacing look clouded his eyes.

"We'll talk when I want to talk," he spat.

"No, I'm done with this. I'm done with you."

The look on his face was unreadable, but I knew it wasn't good.