Lilah's POV
"I'll be by later on to pick up my stuff. Good bye Ashton." I say and kiss him on the lips one last time.
With that, he left.
"Luke, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over him." I say and help him up.
"It's fine, it's not your fault." He says and winces.
"Baby, your lip is bleeding."
"I'm fine Lilah." He smiles weakly.
"No, come on. Let's clean you up." I say and take his hand leading him into the bathroom.
I grab a washcloth from the shelf and put it under the hot water of the faucet. I ring it out then lightly touch it to where Luke's lip is busted open.
"Ow." he winces at the sudden touch of the cloth.
"Sorry Luke. Your lip is really busted."
"You know what would make it feel better?" he asks as I finish up wiping up the blood.
"What's that?"
"If you kissed me." He smirks.
I lightly kiss his lips. "You can put a little bit more pressure on that kiss."
"I would, but I wanna save that for later." I wink at him.
I get up and head to our new shared bedroom. I grab my keys off my night stand and put my converse on.
"I'm going to head over to Ashton's now to get my stuff."
"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"
"No, I'll be fine. I don't want you to get hurt again." I say kiss his cheek.
I walk out to my car and open the door. I start it up and drive to Ashton's house.
I look around the car and my eyes are set on a sweatshirt. It's Ashton's.
My eyes are put back on the road and I am at Ashton's house. I park the car, grab his sweatshirt, and head to the door.
I go to knock on the door, and it opens instantly.
"I just came to get my stuff." I say to Ashton.
"I know, come on in." He says and I enter our - his - appartment.
He closes the door and follows me into the bedroom.
"Do you, uh need any help?" He asks while I pack up.
"Nope, just need to get my clothes and that's it. I'll be outta your hair."
"I don't want you out of my hair." He whispers.
"What was that?" I ask him.
"Nothing. I'll be in the living room."
I pack up my small back pack and my suitcase. I zip everything up and before I leave the room, I find a sticky note pad and pen and leave Ashton a note. I go into the living room to find Ashton lying on the couch. "Well, I'm going to leave now. Oh, Ashton?"
"Yeah, Lilah?"
"I, um, I uh found your sweatshirt in my car."
"Keep it."
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it was your favorite and I don't wear it anymore."
"Okay, um thanks. Well, um see you around, I guess."
"See ya." He says.
I exit the lving room and to my car. I get into my car and sit there for a second.
I burst into tears. "Why did I ever leave him? He doesn't deserve this..."
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