Aspens POV
Asher was literally the best thing ever to happen in my life. He was so beautiful and sweet. He went to bed after dinner so I read for a little while and then went upstairs to check on him. He was sleeping peacefully and I just stared at him for a little while before rubbing his forehead lightly. He was so amazing. I used to dream about him all the time. Now he was really here. I couldn't help but lean over and kiss his forehead. I felt the tingles while rubbing his forehead but when my lips touched his skin the tingles intensified and made me dizzy. I couldn't imagine what making love would be like if we hadn't even kissed yet and I was already so hot and bothered. I felt wetness in my panties and lost my breath. I ran out and into my room to calm myself and go to sleep.
While running out I heard Asher moan quietly so I walked back hoping he wasn't in pain. I looked at him but he was quiet again. As I turned around to walk out he started calling for me.
"Hey Aspen, whatcha doin?" His voice was rough and groggy and it sent sparks to my core. I wanted to do so much with him. His pillowy, soft lips were begging me to kiss them. His body needed to be touched by me. And his soul was made to be loved by me. I always knew that.
"I was just checking on you to make sure you were okay. I'm sorry I woke you." I turned to leave but he laced his fingers in mine and the tingles made my legs go numb. I wanted to lay with him and cuddle. He started to fall back asleep but his hand was still in mine. Warmth was spreading from my hand through my entire body.
"Let's just sleep for a little while longer baby girl." My heart fluttered and started beating a million times faster. I wanted to stay, I really did but I needed sleep and I needed self control. I didn't have either at the moment.
I stayed very still and soon Asher was fast asleep again so I slipped my hand from his carefully and walked to my room. While I was dressing for bed my mind burned with questions. 'Does he speak spanish since my mom and I do? (well, I have the accent but not all of the words.) Would he want a nickname like Papi or papa or baby? How could I make him fall in love with me? I loved that he called me baby girl, it turned me on and made my heart swell.
When I woke up in the morning I felt happy. It was a very rare feeling. I could hear Asher downstairs talking to my mom and it was comforting. I took a shower and got ready for school all the while thinking about a nickname for him. We took the bus to school which was nice because it was a Pace Bus and not many students were on it. School was uneventful but no one said anything mean to me, which was a new experience. It was hard to get any work done because I spent the entire day staring at Asher.
Everytime he caught me I would get nervous and look away. I kept catching myself thinking about what we could do together. How we could be together. I wanted to cry out of frustration. I didn't understand how he would ever like me. He needed someone attractive like himself. One of the girls who wears a lot of makeup and short dresses.
By the end of the day I had made myself depressed. On the bus ride home he was constantly staring at me and I struggled not to look over. I only looked out of the corner of my eye. I convinced myself to leave Asher alone so that he could be with a beautiful girl. He had already spent so much of his time watching over me, it wasn't fair to make him waste anymore time. He needed someone much better and I needed to let him go before he fell in love with me.
When we got home I went to my room and closed the door. There was no lock but my mom knew to knock and so did Asher. I sat in the sofa chair in my office and cried. My 'office' was really the closet in my room but we used it as a small office because it was a pretty long room.
I cried for a while but I still didn't feel better so I got my blade and sliced through my skin. When I felt better I put my blade away into my pocket and walked back into my room. There was a beaded curtain separating my 'office' from my room. When I walked through it I looked down and pulled my sleeve over the fresh cuts. Then, I smacked into something hard and when my forehead tingled I groaned.
"You are supposed to knock Ashe-" His warm, firm body wrapped around mine and I felt tears slip down my cheeks. I was made for him and my heart knew that.
"Yes Aspen you were, so do not shut me out again. Please stop cutting because it hurts me." He was firm with his tone but still loving. 'Did he hear my thoughts?'
"Yeah baby girl, but I can only hear your thoughts when we are touching and vice versa. Once we mate and mark each other we will be able to communicate in our heads and hear each other's thoughts wherever we are." My body was turned on but I kind of felt a little freaked out also. He must have sensed that because he went on to say 'But don't worry, if you don't want me to hear your thoughts you can always block me out.' While I was thinking about what he said he picked me up and put me on the bed. Then he walked over to my drawer and pulled out some bandages and wound cleaner. He cleaned my cuts and took my blades. Tingles spread from my forehead to the rest of my body harshly as he kissed it before leaving. I lay down as my head began to spin. My feelings for him were so strong and he was all I could think about. But, I knew he needed and wanted someone better.
Months passed by like days and by the time I stopped doing the motions of what my life had become, it had been over a year. I would wake up, go to school, hang with my friends, do my homework, do some of my hobbies, and think about Asher almost all day. He made some friends at school. I made friends with a bunch of new girls who had come to the school. Imogen, and Athena were amazing friends and we had our ups and downs but we all got along more than well. Ashers friends Cameron, Simon, and Elliot were all pretty nice though for the most part they didn't talk much to me. The popular girls stopped being mean to me and I gained a bit of popularity. I became obsessed with makeup and writing. I spent almost all my time watching makeup videos or cake making videos. My friends let me practice make up on them and I eventually came to consider myself a "beauty guru".
I used to catch Asher staring at me all day everyday, up until a couple of months ago. I'm talked to as a friend from him. I felt like he gave up on me which hurt but it's what I wanted. Girls are always all over him, and although he doesn't seem to want any of them, it makes me want to kill myself.
On my birthday he got me journals, cool pens and pencils, a $500 forever 21 gift card, the naked 3 palette, and a $300 Sigma brush set. I loved the gifts so much that I cried for a few days but never in front of him.
Asher's birthday came around on October 25th and he invited his friends over to hang out. I decided to give him his gifts beforehand and then just stay in my room. I was feeling really depressed and drained. When he unwrapped the Bears tickets with the passes to meet the players behind after the game, he gasped with excitement and thanked me. Then, he gave me a quick hug and when the tingles spread I ignored them because I was dead inside. All I wanted was him.
I went up to my room, closed the door, and started listening to music. A few minutes after listening to my favorite playlist, I heard the door open. When I went to see who was there one of Asher's friends, Simon, walked in. He waltzed in and smiled when he saw me. I tried to be polite even though I just wanted to be alone at that moment.
"Are you looking for the washroom?" My eyebrow raised as he slithered further into my room.
"Its outside to the right Simon." I was feeling overwhelmingly scared as he got closer.
"I'm not here for the bathroom babe. I'm here for you." I felt so sick. "I noticed that you don't have a boyfriend and I would love to be that for you. You're so sexy and I want to hang out sometime. I've had my eyes on you for months." I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I felt so unsafe. He sat on my bed and I slid back.
He put his hand on my thigh and I yelped. His touch burned in the worst way. He began to straddle me and I pushed him as hard as I could. Although he was skinny, he was so much larger than me. He forced his hand up my shirt and I struggled to bite his arm. He growled and smacked me across the face. He pinned my hands and I screamed for help. I tried scratching his hands but it just made his grip tighter. He rubbed his bulge on my thigh and I gagged. I wanted to just die. He cupped my breast with one hand while the other kept me pinned down and I screamed more. Then he ran his hands down my body until he was right above my pants. He shoved his hand down my pants and tried to put a finger inside me. Just as he slid his finger into my trembling body the door flew open.
"Get the fuck off of her. Now." His voice was loud and strong yet I could hear the emotion. He removed his hand from my panties just as he touched my rose. I felt like I was on fire and I couldn't help but sob harder. He got off of me while I struggled to breathe. I began hyperventilating and having a panic attack. I heard grunts and a bone cracking; Simon was crying out in pain. I couldn't believe what he had done.
