Food

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Ash quickly sat in front of me and looked me in the eyes. I smiled a fake smile to comfort him, because he needed the comfort more than I do. I always care more about others than I do myself, simply because I can handle whatever life throws at me and more, so I know I'll be okay. I can only think about how much I love Ash in that moment and can only hope that you won't hurt me, emotionally or physically.

I want to feel love deeper than the ocean and I want to love as much as I know I can. Yet I also want to protect my heart and not trust anyone, I remember what happened to Lukas, how could I forget, but I also remember the day I met Ash and the boys. I trust these boys more than I had trusted my father.

"Hey, you okay?" Ash asks me. I nod my head and look at him, trying to make myself believe it too. I wanted to be okay and yet here I am ready to leave the boys to spare them from the pain.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I could hear Mikey walk in behind me and try to scare me.

When living with my father, my hearing became much stronger and I could feel the presence of people around me. If someone walked up behind me and I was blindfolded, I would be able to tell how close they are by their presence.

I turned to see Mikey and smiled at him. He smiled back and went to grab chips and salsa, because we didn't have pizza. Mikey walked into the family room and sat down at the couch.

I wanted to laugh at how much he loved food, but I loved it about as much as I love Ash. I grabbed my food and walked back to Ash's and my room. He was sitting on the bed, paying attention to his phone.

I sat down on the bed and started eating. Ash turned to look at me and shook his head when he saw me eating. I smiled and looked over his shoulder. He was on Instagram and scrolling through his newsfeed, occasionally liking a picture.

I looked in his eyes and leaned in. When we kissed I felt fireworks.

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