Paper Butterflies

Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen

I woke up with tears in my eyes. I don't know when I went to sleep but the last thing I remember is seeing my father. His face was so clear in my mind. I sat up, putting my face in my hands. I forced the cries to stop and covered my mouth with my hand. 

"Ash?" I heard Scott say as he opened the door to his room. 

I looked over before looking back down at the bed. I didn't say anything, what was I supposed to say? I'm only making things worse for him and I'm not his only problem.  

"How are you feeling?" He asked, not moving from his place next to the door. I sighed.

"I'm fine, just..." I paused.

"Just what?" Scott pushed. I looked up to see his eyebrows raised, and impatient look on his face.

"Nothing, I...I don't know." 

Scott walked up to the bed and stood beside me. He threw the covers off of me and pulled my legs so they hung off the side of the bed. Standing in front of me he looked me in the eyes. "Something is wrong, Ashton. And I need to know what it is so I can help you. I don't think you know how much this hurts me to not know whats wrong and not being able to do anything. Please, Ash, what is happening?" Scott begged. 

I didn't know how to tell him that I didn't know what was happening, there was only so much I actually knew myself, and none of it made sense. "I don't know." I answered quietly.

Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry." I told him. 

"No, it's okay. I shouldn't be pushing you right now I should be making you feel better." He told me. He pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me. 

"I keep seeing him." I said under my breath.

"What?" He asked, playing with my hair. His motions comforted me as I closed my eyes.

"My dad. Every time I close my eyes, his face just pops up with that smirk and every time it's like I'm in that house again and he's there and-"