Battle Scars ➳ Ashton Irwin || #Wattys 2016

Chapter Nine

A/N: I can't believe you guys like my story, thank you for reading and voting //

~ Previous ~

"Okay, good, don't think too much, and get some rest, I don't want to deal with a grouchy monster when I get here." He jokes and slams the door shut.

I let out a laugh, As much as I hate to say it, I was looking forward to being friends with Luke.

~ Present ~

After Luke left I couldn't help but ask myself why he came to apologize to me. I wonder if Ash made him. I don't think so, he was like pleading for me to forgive him, but I don't know if I do or not. He did nearly kill me, the doctors say if I had it my head harder that I probably wouldn't be here.
I push all the thoughts out of my head and try to go to sleep.

***

By the time I wake up it's only about 10 AM, it was honestly the best sleep I had since i slept in Ashton's bed. A few doctors came in and checked my stats on the machine.

"You'll be ready to go home about noon, the good news is that you're in good condition, but you need to try to east some more, your extremely under weight. Other than that I think you are all set. I called you Boyfriend,..Luke? Right? Yeah, he's on his way right now to sit to with you."

"Oh, he's not-"

"Okay, we will see you at noon, if you need anything let us know." He smiles and leave the room.

I swear, if Luke told them we were dating I will punch him. I'm not dating him, and I'm not ever going to, I probably won't even date Ashton, I have a lot of baggage and I can't put that all on him.

"Morning!" Luke walks in, he was wearing a black leather jacket with a plaid shirt underneath with tight skinny jeans and black converse.

"Morning." I sigh. I sit up and Luke takes a chair next to me.

"Feel any better?" He chirps, sitting back in his chair.

"Lots, but uhm- you didn't tell the doctor you were my boyfriend did you?" I ask.

"I had to, that was the only way I could get in to see you. I'm the reason you're even in here, I could go to jail for what I did, and just thank god Ash didn't rat out on me." He examines my face and all my cuts and he speaks.

"So, how about we play a game? Like truths. Or something." He suggests.

"What's that?" I ask.

"It's basically truth or dare without the dares. No one ever picks them anyway." He laughs. "Wanna play?"

"Uhm, yeah I guess. You go first."

"Okay, uhm.. Where are you from?" He asks.

"I'm from California, but I moved here to New York just to get away for awhile." I answer.

"Why? What did you want to get away from?"

"One question at a time." I say. "So where are you and all the boys from?" I ask.

"Australia." He answers plainly. "Do you like Ashton more than a friend?" He bites his lip moving his lip ring.

"I'm not answering that." I bark.

"You have to it's the game." He smirks. "Do you or do you not like Ashton more than a friend.?" He asks again.

"I can't answer that!" I

"Why not?" He pushes.

"Because I don't even know how I feel about any of this! I'm so fucking lost in my own life and it's all fucking twisted and tumbled around it's sickening!" I blurted.