Ashton (a Merome ff story)

[27] This is just the beginning

Ten years later
I kissed Jerome on the forehead. He smiled sadly, and turned his gaze to the photograph of my deceased brother.

Surprisingly, Mr and Mrs Latsky weren't mad at me for not saving their only child. However, they did discover my scars, and it took them three days to digest that information.

They came to me three days later, each of them sitting on each side of the bed. I stared at my lap.

"Mitch," Mr Latsky pulled me out of he daze that I was in.

"Yeah?"

"We have to tell you this. Sixteen years ago, your mum came to me, tears in her eyes. I asked her what's wrong. I was scared something happened to her," Mrs Latsky continued.

"What was wrong?" I asked, curious.

"She held out this pregnancy test stick, and it was double-lined. I was so happy for her. She was literally shaking in happiness," she smiled at me.

"What was me?" I pointed to myself. She nodded.

"She asked me what to do, and how to announce this to your father. Since his birthday is coming up, might was well surprise him," she looked up, savouring memories that were long gone.

"And boy, was he excited! He was hugging your mum and crying at the same time. That time, you were two months old. Still swimming.

"After a few months, your mum and I went for the test again to find out your gender and whether you're healthy or not. You were kicking in her stomach and she said it was definitely a boy, since you were so naughty and playful," she pinched my nose. Mr Latsky laughed, and I scrunched up my nose.

"Anyways, she was right. Mum instincts never failed her. When the nurse scanned her tummy, there you were, lying peacefully in her womb. I even have the pictures!" Mr Latsky passed the pictures to her, and she let me see them. I could make out the shape of the infant. That was me?

"She was so happy, she kept blabbering to me how she knew it was a big, even though I went with her. You were... five? Months old.

"You were almost gone once. Your mum was going grocery shopping even though she was supposed to be at home resting. A man knocked her down just to grab her purse. She fell and landed on her back. Your dad helped her up. Well, they were worried because there was blood flowing out. She was sent to the hospital."

"But I'm not dead. I am still here," I said. She nodded.

"Thank god you didn't." Mr Latsky said.

"Apparently, the water broke, and they had to force you out. You were eight months old. Such a small, tiny, little baby. So fragile," Mr Latsky passed her a tissue as tears slipped down her face.

"You were an early born, and your life wasn't stable. They had to monitor you 24/7 just to ensure that you're kicking and alive. Gerald and I had to rush to the hospital."

"But what's the use? I'm useless, I should've died," I said, looking at my hands. She sighed, and took one of them.

"Mitch, why do you want to kill yourself, when your mum suffered 9, or 8 in your case, months carrying you around. If she didn't want you, she could've just aborted you, just thrown you away. She wouldn't be so worried about you when you were born. She wouldn't do anything to let you survive.

"But she did. And this is how you can see that you aren't useless. She loved you, don't you see? Although it was such a shame that she was killed, or else she would be such a great mother," she said.

"I'm so sorry about Rob. I didn't do anything to save him. I just ran," I cried.

"Sweetie, did you see how sad we were when we were at Robbie's funeral?" She asked. I nodded. This is a touchy subject.

"If you killed yourself, this is how your parents would react. This is how we would react. We would think that it's our fault for not raising you correctly, for not protecting you, and we would put all the blame on ourselves. This is how devastating it would be. It's like cutting up your heart.

"Yes, Robbie's dead, but he would forever remain in our hearts. We will remember him, till the day we are lowered to the depths of earth. I'm sure Robbie is in a safer place," she whispered.

"Thank you, Mr and Mrs Latsky." Despite my protests, tears still rained down my face. They hugged me, before leaving.

You might ask, what happened to "Adam"?

Or who was it that escaped with Jerome?

Jerome's dad ran with Jerome. He was the one that rescued Jerome even though he tortured him. Contradicting, isn't it?

Which leads to "Adam" killing Rob.

As to what happened to the both of them, "Adam" got a death penalty at first, but after pleading, he got a lighter sentence. He was imprisoned for life, which means I do not have to see his filthy face again.

Jerome's dad... he was sentenced to 30 years of jail. Kind of like life imprisonment, since he's 40 already when Jerome is abused by him.

The billet that shot my thigh? It was "Adam".

Jerome? He was under the care of Mr and Mrs Latsky, but after we became 18, they decided to let us live on our own. We found a home nearby heirs, so that we can have dinner every day with them.

We can't cook.

Five years ago, Jerome admitted to me that he was gay. Since I am a huge supporter of LGBT, I accepted that fact in no time. However, when he said he liked me, I was taken aback. I told him that I had to consider, and he nodded, faking a smile, though his eyes showed disappointment.

I couldn't sleep for the entire night. Am I gay? Or am i bi? Or straight? I'm not really sure, but when I look at him in the eye, I could feel something funny in my stomach. His every action was noticed by me. And every time I made him laugh, I would feel a sense of achievement.

Am I in love?

I definitely am.

That night, I went to his room, and turned the doorknob, since he never locks his door. He was lying on his bed. I went to him, and I lied down.

He was obviously awake.

I hugged him from behind. He turned towards me.

I gave him a kiss on the lips.

He hugged me back. We slept.

Five years had since passed. We quarrelled sometimes. However, we would still apologise to each other, and things would turn back to normal.

Five years had passed since Jerome's confession to me.

Five years had passed since I said yes.

Ten years had passed since Jerome's dad and "Adam"' sentences.

Twenty one years had passed since my parents' deaths.

Twenty one years had passed since I witnessed the funeral of my own parents.

Twenty one years had passed..,

And I've gotten my revenge.

My revenge for my parents.

I've avenged them.

However, the story hasn't ended...

Yet.

End of Ashton
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Hey guys so this is the last chapter of Ashton!

Since this book is over, yeap you guessed it, another book!

No it isn't a sequel.

It's a brand new book. Mashley.

Named 'the girl who never speaks'.

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