The Miracle Of Love

Chapter 10

Ashton's P.O.V

Previously: Soon I saw a wheel chair, I ran a little bit more until I saw her standing on the other side of the bridge, the only that was holding her was her hands tight around the bridge, her feet were on the bottom part, but soon they'll start shaking.

"Paris!" I yelled.

She turned around, but slipped, she screamed as now she hanging from the lower part of the bridge.

Now:

'Fuck' I breathed out. I ran to where she was. I looked over the bridge and saw her hanging on to something. She was far for me to be able to grab her, I need to find a way and soon.

I noticed that the bridge had a small walk way on the other side, so I climb over to the walk way. She was still far but not too far.

I laid myself down on my stomach, half of my body was half way off of the bridge. I tried to reach my hand down to where she was but my arm wasn't long enough.

I pushed myself forward, "Paris." I called to her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, so much fear showing.

"Give me your hand." I said reaching further for her.

She tried to reach up but slipped down a little further. She tightened her grip and closed her eyes.

"Come on Paris, try again." I told her.

"I can't" she cried, still with her eyes closed.

"Paris. Look at me." I said in a calm voice.

I could see her slowly opening her eyes and look up to me again.

"Do you trust me?"

She hesitated at first but then slowly nodded, "yea I trust you."

"Ok, trust me and grab my hand, I promise I won't let you go. Just trust me baby." I said soothingly.

"O-ok" she stuttered.

She let go off the bar with one hand, and slowly reached up for my hand. She couldn't reach so she looked down and slowly and carefully moved her legs, one by one against the wood that is helping hold the bridge.

I reached a little further, surprised that I hadn't fallen. But soon I was able to grab her hand, so with both my hands I grabbed hers, and she let go of the bar thing and with her other hand she moved it on top of my hand.

I pushed myself upwards, with Paris holding on. When I was on the bridge, without having any part of my body hanging, I sat down and moved my arms around Paris waist.

She quickly wrapped her arms around me, laying her head against my chest.

"I'm sorry" she began to cry.

I held her tightly, kissing the top of her head.

"It's OK, let's just get you home." I said standing, helping her stand but she groaned out in pain.

I had concern and worry showing in my eyes, "What's wrong, did you hit yourself?"

She nodded and was about to walk but she whimpered, held her stomach.

I walked to her and carried her bridal style. She groaned from whatever pain she is having.

"I'm sorry baby." I frowned.

"It's OK." She lied.

I found her wheelchair on the walk to my car. I carefully sat her down and rolled her to my car.

Once we were there, I unlocked the door and put her in without trying to hurt her.

I closed her door, put the wheelchair in the backseat and jogged to the driver side.

I drove to my house instead. I looked over to her and saw that she was asleep. I sighed sadly, I could've lost her.

We need to talk but not now, but it has to be soon. We arrived at my house, I got out and jogged to her side. I decided to leave her wheelchair in the car, I'll get it out tomorrow.

I carried her inside, and walked to my room and I laid her down. I noticed that her shirt was lifted up a little, I was going to fix it but I froze, my breath hitched when I saw a dark mark.

I turned the light on, and checked to make sure she was asleep. I lifted her shirt a up a little more. There was a really huge bruise there on her stomach.

I frowned, I know in fact who did this and I can't believe he would do that. I pulled her shirt back down turned if the light, grabbed a pair of sweat pants and took my shirt off.

I walked back to Paris and gave her a kiss on the forehead. When I turned to walk I felt her hand grab mine. I turned to look to her.

"Can- can you stay with me?" She asked, having fear in her voice.

"Yea of course love." I told her, walking to the other side and climbing on my bed. I had down and wrapped my arm over her waist and pulled her closer to me.

She snuggled against my chest and interlock her hand with mine.

"Ash..." She spoke, breaking the silence.

I hummed in response.

"I um, I love you." She said.

My eyes went wide, my heart racing. Paris loves me? I must have looked stupid with this huge grin I had but she didn't see plus it was dark.

"I love you too." I said playing with her hand.

This day was long and the worst one, but right now all I'm thinking about is how I have my girl... well not yet, but I'm happy and I want to be able to make her happy, everything that she wrote on her bucket list I want to able help her with, will except have her mom cured, I can't do that. I'd have to be like an amazing doctor for that to happen.

I just really wish she would see how amazing she is and that even though she is paralyzed, she can do anything.

I kissed the top of her head one last time before closing my eyes and falling asleep just dreaming about the girl of my dreams.