My Psychiatrist III

Part 6

When I wake up, the studio is embraced with bright sunlight and gives it a whole different vibe than the night before. I look around and feel Ashton's chest slowly move up and down with every breath he takes. Apparently I had fallen asleep last night. 

Ashton's arms are still wrapped around my torso, giving me a safe and uneasy feeling at the same time. Not knowing what today would bring, which makes me feel a little anxious, apparently is enough to give a hint to Ashton without telling him, because his grip tightens before he kisses my temple. 

'Hey honey, how are you,' he mumbles with a raspy morning voice. He lets me go as I try to stand up and I make a good stretch.

'I'm okay... thanks,' I mumble. I look at him; his curly hair just like yesterday, a little unruly but also looking playful. It suits his face so well. He still looks a bit tired though, and comfortable for another sleep; he curls up on the sofa in his big black sweater. I admit, it makes him look buff and cute at the same time. 

'Do you want something to eat?'

I shake my head. 

'I'm not feeling hungry after last night. I just...' sigh as I sit down on the couch again, opposite to Ashton. 'I don't know what to do now.'

'I just wanted to ask you that.'

'Yeah... like, I absolutely don't wanna go home to my parents. My dad chased me away last night, no way I'm going there.'

Just when I finish off my sentence, and Ashton takes my hand to comfort me, someone knocks on the door. 

'Police, Mister Irwin, open up! I repeat, police, open up, now!'

Ashton and I look at eachother, my heart starting to beat like a maniac in my throat. I see panic appear in Ashton's eyes, before he looks at me and suddenly changes his face expression. He pulls me over and pulls me into a quick hug. 

'Tess, no worries, it'll be alright,' he whispers in my ear before giving me another kiss on my forehead. 

'Mister Irwin, police, open up, now!'

Knocking on the door. I look at my hands. They shake. Like not shaking a little, but massively. My heart is racing faster than ever and I feel sweat on my upper lip and on my back. Cold sweat. Sweat out of fear. Fuck.

Ashton gives me a quick pat on the shoulder before semi running-stumbeling to the front door of the studio. 

He opens the door as fast as I can, the door being swinged open by the man who stands in front. It's a cop. Just one.

And behind him stands my dad. 

'Mister Irwin,' the cop says whilst making a quick salute with his hat.

I remember saluting to Luke.. that one night.

'Sir,' Ashton says, trying to play it cool. He seems to be acting as if nothing is happening, but when he puts his hand behind his back, I can see them shake.

He must be as scared as I am. 

'Ashton,' my dad says before stepping inside the small apartment and having a look around, before fixing his look on Ashton. Even though my dad is a bit smaller, he looks so much bigger and stronger than Ashton right now. 

'Mister Black,' Ashton greets as he takes a step back to let both men into the apartment.

The cop makes a gesture at me before asking my dad 'is that her.'

My dad just nods as he takes a step closer to Ashton and starts talking slowly.

The cop on the other hand, walks over to me and sits down on the couch next to me. I look at my hand again; they're still shaking.