The whole ordeal was extremely unfortunate.
Ashton's touch thrilled me. I felt eccentric with him, exotic. Yet, at the same time, he was the only one to keep me sane.
It was electricity when his fingers grazed over my skin, and all of a sudden I was safe. Of course, I couldn't let him know that. For all he knew, I was just another toy for him to play with.
No, he couldn't know because then he would get scared and drop me in a matter of seconds.
It was scary how much he resembled a drug. I enjoyed him while we lasted, but then I was alone again, and it didn't matter.
He used me for my body, and I knew that, but I shouldn't be so open to it.
At first, it started as a rebellion from Luke, the picture perfect brother, I know. He wanted me to be perfect, but the sad truth is that no one who walks this sad Earth is a saint, and there was an awful feeling of freedom every time I slipped under his toned body.
Luke was clueless; about the little affair, I mean. He and Ash were never on great terms, but it really had nothing to do with me.
Ash has his band, Luke has his, and they often find themselves fighting over gigs and better ratings. Who is better than who, that sort of thing. Honestly, it was immature; there was room for both of them in the music industry.
I blinked repeatedly, both set of eyes were on me. "So, I have to have surgery soon?" I clarified.
The doctor nodded aggressively, "Certainly, hopefully in the next month, this is a serious condition." He revealed harshly.
Luke stood up, shoveling his hands into his blond forest of hair in stress. "No, no, no. Damn it!" He exclaimed.
The doctor and I both shot him glances of concern and confusion. He slumped into his chair with his face falling into his hands. "Luke, are you alright?" I questioned, nervous for his response.
He shook his head slowly, looking back up at me with watery eyes. "I was going to wait to tell you until tomorrow night since it is the only night with the whole family home, but my band and I are going on tour in two weeks. Which means I won't be here for you when you go into surgery." He croaked. His voice was now directed to the doctor, " I need a set date as soon as possible so that I can try to come back for the operation."
My eyes widened in surprise.
He was leaving?
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It's a little short, but that's okay. I am really thinking about where I want this story to go, and I am pretty pleased with what I have come up with. Thanks a million for reading.
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