Loving Ace| 16+✔️

Chapter 11

Silence cuts through the phone, we're both upset and angry but want to talk to each other. I know my nightmare upsets him because it scares me every time i awake from it, but I'm never afraid of Ace touching me because of it, he makes it disappear..always.

"I'm sorry" I whisper, finally breaking the silence.

"Don't apologise" his tone clipped.

"Ace, please don't be afraid to touch me.."

He sighs loudly cutting me off, it pisses me off when he sighs so he better not do it again.

"You make all those bad thoughts and nightmares go away and I know you hate seeing me the way you did but I'm fine okay?, I promise. I feel safe when you touch me, wanted..loved, it's different with you" I continue.

"Okay"

"Okay...that's it?" I scoff.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know, not that anyway. I know you're in a mood with me and.."

"I'm not"

"Doesn't sounds like it" he doesn't say anything just sticks to silence, "if you're going to be in a bad mood then I'll hang up"

"I'm not in a bad mood!"

"Clearly" I say full of sarcasm.

"I'm gonna go" he hangs up.

I know he's in a mood but I said I'm fine, which I am...he has nothing to worry about.

Ace: Call me if you need me.

Me: I love you.

Ace: I love you.

I'm glad he still says those words even though he's in a bad mood.

I know he's still in a bad mood if he was here I'm sure I could snap him out of it and I'm not referring to sex. I really wish I could cuddle him.

I don't sleep a wink the whole night, the only thing on my mind is Ace and that I'm absolutely terrified to fall asleep.

I pull my phone off charge and check the time, it's five in the morning and I can feel myself becoming extremely tired.

Me: Are you awake?

I wait ten minutes for a reply before pulling myself up off the mattress with zero effort, I have a quick shower wakening myself up before lazily pulling on a matching black bra and thong, I pull black jeans on with one of Ace's yellow T-shirt which is far too big for me, I pull a black hoodie over my head tucking away Ace's T-shirt underneath. I drag my feet down the hall to the kitchen.

It's pitch black so I flip the switch finding Ash face down on the kitchen counter in his own vomit.

"Asher, what the fuck!" I shout and smack his shoulder, awakening him.

He groans and flinches awake, "Huh?" He says in confusion while he lifts his head from his vomit.

It makes me physically sick looking at him in this state, "Ash!" I gain his attention.

"What?!" He raises his voice and wipes the side of his face in confusion.

"What happened to you!?" He looks like absolute shit, it's like the night I seen him on drugs.

He stands up wobbling over to the sink and running the hot tap. He splashes water over his face cleaning up all the vomit stuck to his face.