The Only Reason (5SOS)

XV. Regret

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regret (verb): to feel sorry or sad that something has happened

-Jess's Point of View-

My heartbeat sped up as Luke's hand touched my cheek, rubbing the skin softly. A breath hitched  in my throat as I tried to control my breathing, however, it wasn't working. He brought his lips on mine, brushing them gently. I raked my hands through his hair as he snaked his arms around my waist, closing the gap between our bodies. A tap on my shoulder caused us to spring apart and I pressed myself up against Luke's chest.

"How sweet you two are. Too bad you're not going to end up together." Kade's face flooded into my mind as he appeared in front of us. It was as if his presence wasn't enough, he had to be holding a pistol. His nostrils flared with fury as he pointed the revolver at me.

My eyes opened wide and I covered my mouth, completely unready to meet death so soon. Luke grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him, protecting me with his large figure. Just as I was out of Kade's view, I heard the gun go off. Luke's arms were raised and he jerked backwards, after which he fell to the ground. A pool of blood spilled on the carpet, staining it deeply with the life that was escaping his body.

I couldn't hear anything else except a high pitched sound, however, I wasn't able to identify it. My ears were hurting, something was a loud, piercing sound, blocking everything else out. It took me a moment to realize that I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Kade shot me a look, intending to shut me up. I didn't, I screamed more determinedly than ever. I tried to crouch  next to Luke's lifeless body but the gun pointed at me went off, sending a ripping pain through my heart as it penetrated my chest.

My eyelids shot open and it took me a moment to realize it was all a dream. I placed my hand on my chest only to discover that my heart was beating unusually fast. This was by far, one of the worst versions of the nightmare I had been having over the past month. I closed my eyes and let my head his the pillow once again, taking deep breaths in and out.

Seconds later I realized someone's arms were wrapped around my waist. All the events from last night's party flooded back into my mind as they began playing over and over. I remembered drinking, Dylan speaking to me, getting completely hammered and someone taking me upstairs. Then it hit me, I was currently in bed with the mystery man I had slept with.

The grip on my waist was extremely tight and I wanted to move out of it without waking him. I sucked in a breath, inhaling my stomach in. With one swift, yet careful move, I slid from under his arm's hold. In the place I had been laying, I stationed a pillow, which prevented him from waking up as he didn't realize I had moved. I scanned the room and located my undergarments along with my dress, carelessly scattered across the floor. As I was in the middle of clipping my bra, a raspy and deep voice startled me.

"Jess? Where are you going?" The man in the bed asked. I took in a deep breath and swiveled around to meet his gaze. My eyes opened wide along with my mouth. I knew the voice sounded familiar but I had no idea who it belonged to.

"A-Ashton?" I stuttered, covering my mouth and trying to control the tears that had sprung to my eyes. "No, no, no. No!"

"Hey, hey, calm down. Nothing bad happened," Ashton said, getting up. He was completely naked and I spun around, not able to face how bare he was. After throwing his clothes back on his body, he placed a hand on my hip. I winced and pulled away from his touch, coming face to face with him once again.