Don't Go

Ashley

I had no idea. I'm not one hundred percent sure she told me the whole story, but I didn't mind.

The silence that dragged on after she finished was agonizing. I was utterly and completely speechless, which wasn't normal for me. I usually have some remark or "oh, I had no idea." But no. Nothing.

"It's fine" she said "a lot of people never really say anything." This only made me sadder.

"Do you self harm often?"
"Last time I did it was Saturday, after I met you. I got my hopes up, thinking you were taking an interest into me. But I thought wrong. So I decided to punish myself. But it's fine, I get it. You probably have some fancy boyfriend or something anyway..." She trailed off. "Do you?"

The next few moments flew past as our lips interlocked. I pulled back in astonishment at what I had just done. This had never happened to me before.

"Ashley! Don't go! Please!" was the only thing I could hear as I ran out the door.

I sat on a bench in an alleyway just around a corner from the pub. Tears started to spill as I hugged my legs to my chest.

An arm draped over my shoulders and I leaned into the body. I knew whose body it belonged to, but I was too upset to care.

Lily started stroking my hair, which made me feel warm in the autumn night.

"Where's your car?" she asked.
"A blue car at the end of the road, near the corner."
"I'm going to drive you home," more a demand than anything else.
"But you don't know where I live."
"Which is why I will drive you back to mine."

- - - - - - - -

Her flat was on the 7th floor of a big block of apartments. It was a fairly big flat (smaller than mine, but not by much), with a beautiful view of the city. She brought me into a room, with a flat screen TV, a sofa and a kitchen.

She sat me on the sofa, which was surprisingly soft, and brought me back a mug of hot chocolate a few minutes later.

"You going to be ok?" she questioned. I nodded slowly sipping my drink.

The kiss was never mentioned throughout the rest of the evening. Only a couple of words were exchanged. One of which was her asking if I was done with my drink. I gave it to her and turned on the TV.

Before long I had gone to sleep, laying on the sofa. I felt safe, I felt cared for. I felt...loved.

~~~A/N~~~
I know I am rushing into this fairly quickly, and I apologize for that. But trust me, I know what I'm doing.
B xx