✔️Beauty and the Beast -L.H. + A.I. ✔️

Chapter 7

Luke's P.O.V

Ashton and I sat in my room talking for a few hours until my mum came home. Well, I did most of the talking actually.

"Luke, I'm home!" She calls from downstairs.

Ashton's eyes widen and he jumps off the bed to hide where he was hiding after I woke my dad up last night.

"Hey, shh, it's okay. She doesn't have to know you're here," I say as I get off the bed to crouch beside him.

"But that's lying. I've already overstayed my welcome; I should go," he says as he eyes the window.

"What? No, Ash, please don't go. I want to help you," I tell him as I grab his arm. He violently pushes me off and rushes over to the window. I let out a yell as my head hits the floor and by the time I'm able to look over to the window, it was open and Ashton was gone.

"Luke?! Is everything alright up there?" I hear my mum yell as she walks up the stairs.

I frantically close the window before Mum opens the door.

"What?" I ask innocently, trying to ignore the dull pounding in my head.

"You shouted dear; are you okay?" She clarifies.

"Yeah, I just pinched my finger in the window; I'm fine."

Her eyes look between me and the window. "Why was your window open?"

I mentally roll my eyes. "There was a bug in here so I let it out," I tell her.

"Oh okay. Well, I'm going downstairs to make myself some food; call if you need anything," she says.

"Okay," I say with a smile. "Will do, Mum."

She looks at the window one more time before closing the door. I let out a sigh of relief before looking back towards the porch below. That was a two story drop; I hope Ashton was okay.

I got the idea that I probably should run after him; if he couldn't even eat a bowl of cereal without help, then how would he be fine living on the streets.

I quickly threw on some socks and my running shoes. I made my way downstairs quickly and headed towards the front door.

"I'll be back; I'm going for a run!" I yell to my mom who I could hear was in the kitchen.

"Okay, dear! Be safe and watch for traffic!" She yells back.

"Will do!" I head outside before looking for Ashton.

I wasn't sure where he would've gone, so I picked a direction and started to run. I looked everywhere as I ran; between houses, in bushes, even behind trash cans that were out in peoples yards.

I came to the first corner and looked down each street. I faintly looked over and saw someone running faster than a normal jogger would.

I assumed that was Ashton.

Without looking both ways, I darted across the street. I heard a loud horn hoking as I first started crossing the street. I jump back as tires screech closer towards me. My hands land on the hood of some fancy black car.

"Watch where you're running!" The man yells out his window.

"I'm sorry!" I yell before I finish crossing the street. I ran as fast as my long legs could take me; desperately hoping I could get to him in time.

As I got closer towards the running figure, I recognize the mop of curly brown hair and my clothes over his muscular frame.

"Ashton! Please, listen to me! I just want to help you!" I yell after him.

He looks around towards me and accidentally trips over a crack in the sidewalk. I let out a gasp as he falls onto his hands and knees. I run towards Ashton as fast as I can. Once I reach him, I put my hand on his shoulder which causes him to flinch away and let out a sound that was much like a growl.

I immediately put my hands up to show him I meant him no harm. I felt another overwhelming sense of déjà-vu as he took in my stance with weary eyes.

"Ash, please," I plead with him. "Let me help you."

His hazel eyes turn cold as he glares at me. "No, coming to you was a mistake; I should've just stayed in the forest and died like I was supposed to! If I would've succeeded at my suicide attempt, I wouldn't be here! So no; you can't help me!" Ashton yells which causes the veins in his neck and forehead to bulge.

I flinch away and stands up. "You don't mean that," I say quietly.

His eyes and nostrils flare. "I don't?"

I furrow my eyebrows and shift my weight from one foot to the other.

"I'm sorry for bothering; but next time you're in need of something, don't bother knocking on my door," I say just as coldly. We glare at each other for a moment before I turn back and walk towards my house.

A/N: HEY GUYS!

I know this is a short update, but I thought that was the best place to end it XD Besides, not all of my chapters can be above 1,000 words XD (even though I think my longest was like 8,000 words in The Teenage Rejects XD) 

Any predictions on what will happen???

QOTC: What's your favorite season?

My Answer: I would have to say Summer because my allergies act up in Spring and Fall and in the Winter when my hands get cold, the blood vessels in my fingers, toes, ears, nose, and sometimes cheek shrink which causes them to turn a dark blue/purple (Reynaud's Disease)

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Write you later,

~Ashtyn xoxo

  TYPO FREE: 7/09/2017