Perfectly Unseen

66: addict

My feet were planted in the middle of the hallway. My heart, hammering against my chest walls, felt as if it were about to explode into a million painful pieces. A haunting ache in my side made my knees shake as I stood there trying to move.

But I just couldn't.

Lucas was in there. Even knowing I deserved everything that had happened, I was terrified.

My feet backtracked, bringing me farther and farther away from the door. I was pathetic—

"Shit, Ailie."

My back collided with something hard, bringing me down to the ground as the pain in my side rung out. Squeezing my eyes shut, I grabbed my waist, forcing myself to breathe through the hot throbbing ache.

Warm large hands picked me up off the cold dirty floor with a strong grip on my sweater.

"Ailie?"

I couldn't think let alone talk as everything in my body screamed at me to fall into pieces.

Arms wrapped around me, my head resting against the curvature of his shoulder, his body shielding me from the horrible world. I could feel his lips on the back of my neck—that weird spot just below where my hairline started. That weird spot that never failed to make my skin tingle and spark.

"Ashton." I breathed, relaxing against him as he moved his thumb in a circle against the back of my ear.

It seemed as if he memorized all of my favourite spots.

"What's wrong with you, Ailie?" He whispered, brushing back my hair as he placed kisses along my airline. "Why are you pushing me away?"

I shook my head into him, breathing in his scent deeply as I mumbled my nonverbal answer.

"What did I do, little mama?" He asked, his voice low as he cupped my face in his hands; his lips leaving burning tracks from my temple to my jaw.

It was so wrong. But I wanted to be back in that bed; him to be focused only on me. The world only as big as that bed. I wanted to be back there so bad.

Tilting my face up, the swirling in my stomach increased as breathing became hard. He led me backwards until I could feel cold metal on my back while a drifting hand fell down to my hip—skimming over my bruise. Keeping his other fingers holding my jaw securely, his lips against my neck grew hungrier as I whimpered softly through the thick air.

"You won't be able to quit." He purred, his burning kisses staining my sensitive skin as he brushed over my yearning lips teasingly.

My hands grasped at the worn material on his chest, forcing him closer. "No." I whispered, not entirely sure if I was disagreeing with his statement or agreeing with it.

He hummed, kissing strategically on the corner of my lips. "Yes." He breathed, pressing himself against me until I could feel the whole of his body on mine. "I was sure the moment I kissed you—" He continued, skimming his nose down the side of mine as I kept trying to get him to kiss me for real already—the anticipation was suffocating me.

I shook my head, trying to beat the temptation but I was quickly losing to it instead. I could feel Ashton's lips pull up on the side as I let out another helpless sound—my body pushing for control over my mind.

"You can't control yourself. You're an addict." He told me before his lips crashed against mine in heat and passion that ignited my insides and curled my toes.

I gasped from the instant need boiling in my tummy, throwing my arms around his neck as I attacked his lips back. Scrambling to get closer, my legs wrapped around his waist in less than a second, his hands holding me up by my thighs.

A sudden pain in my side brought me back to the ground as I hissed, pushing him away from me in the process. "Fuck off." I gasped at the pain, swearing at myself for being so stupid.

"Shit." Ashton swore under his breath, slamming his fist into the locker and creating a dent. "Just fucking fuck, Ailie Dawn!" Grabbing my arms his midnight blue eyes looked into my bewildered ones with frustration and hurt. "What the fuck do you want from me?"

I could barely breathe let alone talk as my blood raced in my body.

"Where are you supposed to be Mr Ryder? Stop making a commotion and get to class!" The voice of a teacher grumbled out as I stayed hidden behind the large glowering giant.

Ashton watched me for a moment longer before he laughed humourlessly, dropping my arms. "Get your shit together, Ailie." He shook his head walking backwards as I fell back against the cold lockers. "You don't want me? Fine. But you're on your own. I won't comfort you when you're crying or protect you from your pathetic life. I'm done, Allie. You're a fucking walking disaster I don't want near me."

He watched me for a few more seconds, waiting  for my response before sighing and turning around "I didn't mean that. But I'm done feeling this shit." He mumbled before he stepped around the corner, disappearing.

My father was right. It should have been me.

With one last look at the spot Ashton had been in last, I turned around—heading for the door at the end of the hall where karma sat.

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