Daddy

24.

'Ashton, please be gentle, it hurts'

'Of course princess, I know what you went trough'

Ashton slowly slid into her small entrance, as her lips formed into a small smile, and a lip bite right after.

Ashton stopped for a second to cherish the moment, as a smile made its way to his chapped, pink lips.

He started gently rolling his blanket covered hips into her own, as she held onto his strong shoulders.

One of his hands were on the headboard, as the other one placed onto the mattress next to Natalia's petite body.

He breathed heavily, trying not to touch her broken body, because if he touched her skin, it'll hurt her.

Red cuts and scratches covered her chest, stomach and back, while two huge hand prints formed on her hips.

That bastard hurt her. Badly.
And she didn't say a word, she just tried to deal with it, and except the reality.

'Ughh... I'm so close...'

'Me too...'

She replied somehow.

Ashton let out the manliest, longest cry that she ever heard from him, as he released with a moan.

She released too, as he kissed her lips, smiling after pulling away.

They laughed a bit.

' I've got to go...'

'Was this a one time thing?'

Ashton said, hurt evident in his voice.

'No! No, of course not. I love you Ashton, I wouldn't do that to you'

'Then why aren't you staying?'

'Calum. The first place where he'll search for me is at your house because of our history...'

'Oh...but will you move in with me?'

She thought about it while putting on her black sweatpants, and her red hot Chilli peppers sweatshirt.

' If you want me to'

'I'd love to have you here, your majesty'

She giggled at him, as he got up, his boxers covering his private area.

He held her hips delicately, trying not to hurt his baby girl.

She rubbed his biceps, as he placed a kiss on her lips and then her forehead.

'You are so different from the other girls. You're not a slut'

They giggled at Ashton's confession.

She walked to his front door and waved at him. He waved at her, as she closed the door behind her.

Ashton smiled, fist bumping the air.

He scored, and she's back to him.

He put on a pair of sweatpants, as he walked into his living room with a garbage bag in hand. He took empty and filled bottles of vodka and wine into the garbage bag.

He found his little peppermint box which was filled with cocaine, and another one with heroine.

He licked his finger and dipped it into the drug and licked it off of his finger.

He closed his eyes, just to savor his last taste of any drugs.

He was hooked onto those drugs, but he wanted to stop for her.

He sighed and threw them away into the bag with the rest of the alcohol.

He realized if he threw it in the garbage can, the workers will find the drugs and the police will just knock at his door and there he goes to jail. He put on a hoodie and took a juice from his fridge, as he carried the bag to his car. He drove off to a dump.

He walked to the far back and lit the bag on fire.

It burned as he kicked it into the ocean.

It fell down as he watched it. He drank his juice and smiled. He felt much better when he wasn't on drugs all the time.

When he finished his juice, he threw it into a container that said 'PLASTIC ONLY'.

He sat in his car and drove home. There he saw Michael's car. And Luke's too. He thought they were mad at him.

But he was hella wrong...