Plan B [UNDER EDITING]

11 - loki to the rescue

Calum's POV

Two months. It's been two fucking months of nothing from Ashley. Not a single sound. All she does is lie curled up in a ball on the bed all day. She rarely eats or drinks, in fact I could probably count her ribs from how skinny she had become. She barely showers, and has Only changed her clothes twice. I've tried everything to try and get a reaction out of her, but nothing.

She was like a lifeless doll, And it is all my fault.

Ashley's POV

Calum left for a meeting again. He kissed my cheek before he left, promising to be back soon. Him and his promises, all a load of shit.

After about twenty minutes of laying down, I got up to use the bathroom. As I washed my hands I looked at the unfamiliar person in the mirror in front of me. My once silky hair was now greasy and tangled, and my tanned skin had gone pale. My hazel eyes were now dull and lifeless, shrouded in dark circles. I looked like a stick, about to snap any second. The girl I once was, was gone. Disappeared into nothing. Evaporated into thin air, replaced by the emotionless person staring back at

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I lay back down on the bed, curling up and staring at the wall in-front of me. Some would get bored, but there wasn't anything else to do anyway so why bother. I could hear the door creak open downstairs, but didn't pay attention to it. Footsteps stuffed up the stairs, and then towards the bed. I soon saw a familiar blonde haired face in-front of me. Luke.

I hadn't seen him in the past two months, and I smiled slightly to myself at the sight of him. Suddenly realising how much I missed him.

"Hey" He whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of my face, then carefully placing his slender hand on my shoulder, as if I was going to break any second.

I lay still, focusing on the wall beside his head. He sighed.

"Look, I understand you're mad at him, and probably scarred from what he did, but you have to realise that this has been killing him. And it's killing you aswell." He said, rubbing his thumb in circles on my shoulder.

Yet again, I didn't reply.

"If you're not going to say anything, at least eat something. Seriously ash, you look like a stick" he joked, although I knew there was some seriousness behind it. He stood up, holding his hand out. I contemplated it for a few seconds, before grabbing his hand. He smiled, releasing a breath he must have been holding.

He didn't say anything, just let me out of the room and took me downstairs, into the kitchen. I walked over to the fridge but he stopped me half way.

"Allow me" he said in a posh, and awful, British voice. I smiled a tiny bit, before walking towards one of the chairs, placing myself down.

"We have toasted bread, with eggs la scrambled, or beans of the baked viarity" he continued in the terrible posh voice. I laughed, pointing at the bread. I don't really like eggs, or beans.

"As you wish madam" he chuckled, placing two slices of bread in the toaster. He came and sat next to me as we waited for it to toast.

I heard familiar trotting coming into the kitchen, and turned to see Loki running towards me. He jumped up into my lap, and I laughed at his energetic behaviour. I stroked his head, moving my face away from his as tried to lick my face. He jumped off of me as the toaster went off, barking at it.

"You can take him back upstairs to the room if you want. I bought him up with me, thought he might cheer you up" He told me, placing the toast on a plate and buttering it.

I nodded in agreement, petting Loki's head. Luke came back over, handing me the plate of toast.

"I'm not gonna push the fact that I got you out of the room, but are you going to say anything?" He asked, resting his head on his hand.

"Thank you" I mumbled, my voice hoarse from my lack of talking the past few months. He smiled.

"No problem angel"

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I finished the toast, with protests from Luke. He wanted me to try to eat something else, but the toast was enough, especially since I had adjusted into not eating a lot the past few months. I was now back on the bed with Loki curled up into my side.

Luke had left, saying Calum probably wouldn't be too pleased if he knew that he was here, leaving me on my own.

I heard the door open and close, and knew it was Calum from the sound of his footsteps. He walked upstairs and saw Loki asleep on the bed.

"How did he get here?" He asked. I didn't reply, just kept stroking the adorable dogs head. Calum sighed and walked over to the closet.

"Do you want any new clothes?" He asked, like he did every single day. But this time, I nodded. He looked shocked for a second, before regaining his senses and grabbing me some clothes. He handed them to me, and I got up, reaching for the hem on the shirt I had on.

"Are you not gonna go in the bathroom?" He asked. I ignored him and pulled the shirt off, seeing him turn around out of the corner of my eye. He may be a dick but at least he has some sort of manners. I slipped the new top on and the pair of basketball shorts, before laying back down on the bed and stroking Loki.

"At least I'm getting some sort of reaction out of you" he muttered, mainly to himself.