One Last Chance

Chapter Eleven

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Chapter 11 

 

Ashton

My hand shot up to my stinging cheek. I was frozen, watching her run away. As I finally regained control over myself I sprung forward, trying to get to her, as quickly as I could. Reece got into my way, pushing me back, and putting his hand on my chest, holding me there.

“What the fuck just happened?” He growled, his eyes gleaming dangerously.

“Get out of my way!” I shouted with a loud growl as my hand shot up and my claws sank deep into his flesh. He yelped in both surprise and pain as I pushed him away.

I tried to go ahead, but Blake crashed into me, forcing me to the floor. I whimpered in pain, unable to work past it as it flared all over my body, bruises that I didn’t even know I had were still sore and painful as I moved, and my left hand stung almost as if I fell down the stairs.

“Calm down you idiot!” Blake growled with an annoyed look on his face. “If you go after her now you’ll only get both of you in some deep shit.”

I stilled, no matter how self destructive I felt at the moment I wasn’t ready to get her into trouble too. Now that I thought of it, it probably wasn’t the best idea to climb through her window in the first place. But what was a guy to do?

“You respond to that, don’t you?” He asked with a mocking grin and I billowed in rage, pouncing before he could retreat. My feast raked against his cheek and he grunted as he fell to the floor. I dragged myself up and glared at him.

“Never, ever tackle me again. Or you’ll regret it.” I was surprised by how menacing my words sounded, probably because of the hint of madness that sneaked into my voice. I was completely unstable, with no idea as to what to do.

Of course, the whole effect was ruined when I stumbled and fell to my knees, supporting myself with my hands so that I don’t fall flat on my face.  I tried to get back up, but my body refused to move. I saw that I was shaking, but weirdly enough I couldn’t feel a thing.

I howled. The sound carried all of the pain, frustration and helplessness I felt. I felt something wet on my face, and when I finally managed to raise my hand enough to touch my cheek I brushed away a tear. I froze, the sight of it mesmerising me. I hadn’t cried in years, ever since she comforted me on the day of blood and death.

And now I might have as well lost her. She left with saying the one thing that seemed to cut through me: I’m sorry. Why would she apologise? I was the one to hurt her, not the other way around. I screw up, big time.

What did I want with her anyway? I saw her, didn’t I? I was supposed to know exactly what it was that I felt. But if anything I was even more confused than before. I howled again, and this time it was my anger that I was venting. The howl turned into a silent growl as I finally broke through the pain and rose to my feet, still a bit wobbly on my feet.

“Ash? Are you okay?” Blake asked, concern was evident in his voice. It confused me, why would he be concerned?  I mean, yeah, I was his best friend, but I was acting like an ass for the past couple of days, and not once did I do something that would earn me any positive points.

“I won’t lose her. I won’t lose her to him.” I whispered. Those words seemed to spin through my mind like a chant. “I don’t know... I don’t know Belle... but I won’t let you go. Ever.” My body was beat and painful, my strength growing dim, and for the second time that night, I lost myself to the weakness that dragged me under.