The Road to....Somewhere???

How Crazy That Two Very Broken People Would Find Each Other

I know this is another short chapter, but they were two very hard one's to write, and I just wanted this part over with. Other things will come to light later, but these two chapters are the worst of it. Maybe not for their relationship, but for me to write. Thanks again to those that are reading. I appreciate it.

Logan's p.o.v.

My heart is breaking.

Ashley just finished, well probably not finished, but she is done for now, the synopsis of her past. It hurts my heart to think of anything like that happening to anyone, especially this woman that now holds my heart in her hands. There is no pity, only the feeling of wishing I could take this away from her. 

We had moved to the living room, and were now seated on the couch. We sat facing each other, knees touching, not talking. So many questions were running through my mind, but none of them would get asked. At least, not right now. There was also the question of how much, or if at all, I should tell her at this moment. It seems that this time should be about her, not me. My story will be told, when the time is right. I find I want her to know, as bad as she wanted me to know. 

"Please say something." Ashley asks of me. "I'm scared of what might be going through your mind right now, and I need to not be wondering. Please?" I know the worry she is feeling. What if this person she confided in thought differently of her? What if she was freaked out, or disgusted? What if it was just to much? Right then, I knew what I had to say, though it conflicted with my earlier decision to wait.

"Growing up, we had nothing. We lived in a little town in Florida. My dad was a drunk, and my mom was a slave to him. She worked nights at a cotton factory, to pay bills, while dad drew disability. Some kind of old army injury, is what I was told. I wasn't exactly planned, and was reminded of this all the time. I was always in hand me downs. The kids at school were horrible. From a very early age I learned to stay out of the way. If I didn't get noticed, my folks pretty much left me alone. We never really had a lot of food, so no matter how bad school was, I never missed. Many times, that would be the only food I got during the day. My mom died when I was seven. Things just went from bad to worse. I remember the first night he came in my room. It was three days after we buried my mom. It was late, and I was still awake, crying, thinking of her. I remember my first thoughts being, 'He loves me. He heard me crying and wants to make it better.' You know, like, maybe her dying had made him realize I was all he had left. Silly me." This seemed like a good place to stop for a second, and gather myself. She was looking at me, and I knew she knew what was coming next. This fact almost stopped me from continuing. However, I had kept this bottled inside for so long, it was like a train wreck. As much as you didn't want to look, you couldn't tear your eyes away.

"I can still smell the alcohol emanating from him. He sat on my bed, and placed his hand on my leg. At first, I really thought he was trying to comfort me. I didn't know what else to think. He asked me if I was ok, and I started crying, telling him I missed mom. He then informed me that he would help me forget that. I was curious as to how he was going to do that, until I felt his hand make its way up my leg, under my nightgown. I won't go into details, but from then on, he spent a lot of time "helping me forget". When I turned 18, I left and never looked back." There were no tears. I had decided a long time ago that I would not cry over that man ever again. 

"You didn't have to tell me." Ashley says quietly. I can tell she is trying to feel out the situation, and figure out what I was feeling. 

"I wanted to. I know the feeling of wondering what people will think of you. Constantly scared that people will find out about your dirty little secret, and knowing that when they do, they will go running for the hills. I wanted to make damn sure that you knew that was not going to happen. It would take a lot more than that to get me to go. Like it or not, you are kind of stuck with me now." I smile reassuringly at her, and even after all the confessions over the course of last night and today, hope that that last line won't scare her. She leans over and kisses me.

"I don't want you to go anywhere."

So now, it is all, or at least a major portion of it, was on the table.

How crazy that two very broken people would find each other.