Broken || Ashton Irwin

Chapter 11

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''It's not your fault, he's just really protective over me. I guess I've never had an older brother or anything. Michael kind of acts like one, he just does it because he cares.'' I sighed, trying to convince Ashton that Michael was just looking out for me, I guess I was trying to convince myself as well, everyone kept telling me that was why he acted like he did, and deep down I knew that was the reason why. I guess it just frustrating feeling like I was trapped and under his control. It made me want to rebel even more.

It was now later in the evening and me and Ashton were sat on the sofa in my living room. We had rang for a take away, and were awaiting on its arrival.

''Do you want a drink?'' Ashton smirked, reaching down into the rucksack he had brought with him. 

I looked at him, not really saying anything but I laughed slightly when he pulled out a large bottle of vodka.

He smiled at me, unscrewing the lid of the bottle and handing it out to me. 

I looked up at his face, he was smirking like mad, followed by a nod. I took the bottle from his grasp, edging it closer to my lips. I held the bottle to my lips, thinking if this was really a good idea or not. But suddenly I turned the bottle up, gulping down at least a quarter of the bottle. Ashton was clapping at me as the liquid made its way down my throat. 

I handed the bottle back to him, wiping my mouth. ''Your turn,' I smirked back at him. 

He laughed at me, ''I don't need telling,'' he winked taking the bottle off me and downing another fraction of the bottle, looking at me with intent each time he swallowed.

''Okay Okay that's enough,'' I giggled, pulling the bottle from the grasp of his lips.

I put the bottle on the table next to us, pushing it away slightly. 

''I missed you this week, you know.'' Ashton whined, I pushed myself up from where I was sat and rested back down against his chest. He wrapped an arm round me stroking my back in circles gently. 

I looked up into his eyes, ''are you being serious?'' I giggled slightly. ''I can't tell if you're joking.'' 

''Why would I be joking, idiot.'' he teased, tapping my leg gently. 

''Well I didn't think you really felt emotion.'' I winked, hitting his leg back.

''Of course I do, i'm just more private about it then most people,'' he shrugged, reaching back out for the bottle I had placed on the table.

''Ashton we just drank some,'' I tutted, pulling the bottle from his hands and placing it back on the table.

''I like being drunk though, the power of alcohol is so controlling. You're not thinking straight, you just do what your body tells you to. It will do whatever it wants. Whether it's the right thing or wrong thing, it doesn't matter.'' he explained, stretching again to take the bottle. ''I like that feeling.''

I nodded at him, sort of understanding. I guess it felt nice to relax a little bit and not to have to run the consequences of every action through my head before I went through with it. 

I looked at him, mesmerized at the way he absorbed the liquid. Most people made a face at the taste of straight vodka.

He didn't even flinch.

''I want to be intoxicated.'' he whispered softly into my ear, leaving a kiss on my neck as he pulled away.

He passed the bottle to me, and I took a gulp, before placing the bottle back on the table. Again.