Heyy, Chapter 20 is here!
I would just like to say happy bithday to Giggles98.
This chapter may answer some questions you may have so beware.
anway Mall time!
Trapped in a mall, with a HOT guy... for Four days, over Xmas!?!
Chapter 20
We sat like that for ages, I didn't cry, I had had enough of crying. I had cried enough these past two days to last me a life time, I cried more than I had done in years and in front of someone! The only person I have ever cried in front of was Launa and that was years ago.
I laid with my head against his chest, not crying or even moving I was happy where I was listening to the beat of his heart. His heart beat in rhythm with his breath, even the sound of it made me feel like melting. Ash was a good guy, and he understood people and cared, how many guys like that are there now a days? Not very many, I was lucky and I knew it.
Just then I realised just how much he knew about me yet I didn't know a thing about him.
"Ash?"
"Yeah,"
"You know a lot about me but I don't know anything about you, tell me about yourself." He took a deep breath and asked,
"What do you want to know?" Hum, what did I want to know?
"Err tell me about your family?" It sounded more like a question.
"Well I live with my mum, she's 38 and she had me when she was 21. Her name is Katherine and she is a lawyer. Err she has blonde hair that goes to the mid of her back and is always wearing a knee length skirt suit."
"What about your dad?" I asked interested.
"My dad died 2 years ago, there was a fire at his garage and he had stayed behind to get this car finished in time for it getting picked up the next day." His voice low and pained, obviously he loved his dad very much and his death had affected him badly.
I lifted my head up off of his chest so I could look in his eyes, as I suspected they were full of pain and other emotions. He tried hard to hide it but I could tell he was holding back tears. He wasn't looking at me at first, but he seemed to notice my presence was no longer on his chest. He turned and looked at me in the eye, there was so many strong emotions crowed in his eyes I almost broke. I wish I'd never asked about his dad.
"I don't know what to say," I admitted.
"You don't have to say anything but you can say whatever you want as long as it's not 'I'm sorry', I hate people pitting me. I'm not the only person who has lost their dad, there are plenty of people who have been through the exact same thing yet people still say 'I'm sorry' it's not like it's their fault."
He was rambling he has never done that before, he must be upset. Though I do see his point and when I think about it apologising seems like the automatic thing to do in that situation, I guess people don't realize just how much it gets on their nerves.
I didn't know what to do, I wanted to comfort him and ease his pain but I wasn't quite sure what to do. He looked so fragile it hurt this was obviously a touchy subject for him. Without me realizing what I was doing, my hand reached for his face, I just wanted to erase the pain that so clearly showed.
My hand rested on his cheek and my thumb gently stroked his skin in a soothing way. His eyes closed and he drew a deep breath in while he turned his head further in my hand. I seemed to work, his face seemed to relax and all the pain slowly vanishing from sight.
His skin was so soft against my hand it was as soft as a baby's skin, the only difference was that a baby's skin doesn't make my hand tingle and feel as though it were on fire.
"He was a good father you know," he murmured against my hand, opening his eye's to look at me.
"I'm sure he was," I replied, my hand slipping off his cheek and round the back of his neck, hanging floppily in midair.
For the first time since I brought his father up he smiled, he smiled a genuine smile. He reached out and held me at the waist, I felt shocks go through me from where he touched and I couldn't help but smile back. He pulled me towards him and I willingly let him, I rested my head on his shoulder and rested his head against mine.
"He taught me the way around an engine," I could feel him smile against my head, and each time he smiled I had to smile as well, it was infectious. "Ever since I could remember I worked on cars with my dad, we were always under the hood of a car bonnet. I remember whenever we worked on a car we would always have the radio on, and we would always tell each other jokes and make each other laugh while we worked. He was a pretty cool dad, laid back and fun to be around...
"When he died my mum was heartbroken, she would try putting a brave face on around me but I was 15, I was old enough to know just how much pain his death caused her. After his death I would hardly speak to anyone, it was hard but me and mum both helped each other through it like he would have wanted."
"He sounds like a great father," I said, he was way better than my father but my father may treat me as though I don't exist but my father is still alive.
"He was," He sounded happy as though he was lost in the past, I lifted my head up off of his shoulder to look at him.
He was, he was lost in the past but then his attention turned to me and I could clearly see happiness in his eyes with a little bit of sad.
His hand came towards me and rested on my cheek just as mine did on his, except Ash is now leaning forward. I knew what he was doing and in no way was I going to object, I just closed my eyes and waited until his lips touched mine. When they did I kissed him back softly, tenderly and passionately.
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