❞Tell me how we can help you.❞
❞There's no use, Luke. ❞
Charlotte, or Charlie, Abbot was the daughter of a presumably deadbeat dad and a recently dead mother. While living with her drug addict uncle, she meets her savior, a blonde doctor who pulls h...
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me.
Like a rocket, Charlotte shot up in her bed. Her chest rising up and down rapidly and sweat trickling down the side of her freckled face.
Her eyes were wide open, like the type of eyes you'd see in a horror movie, and her clothes sticking to her like it was a hot summer day. Once she was fully aware of her surroundings and where she was, she retreated from her bed and walked into her bathroom.
Charlie wasn't sure why her previously annoying nightmares were here now, nearly a year later.
She leaned against the sink counter, picking water up in her cupped hands and splashing her face with it.
"God," She muttered quietly, water dripping off her chin. "What the fuck was that?"
Her eyes flickered to the clock next to her bed, that she could see from her attached bathroom and noticed how the time was only 3 am— Here she was, hours away from being adopted, wide awake from a dumb nightmare.
A few moments later, she walked out of the bathroom and went to her dresser. No way was she wearing sweat drenched clothes to bed.
She changed into a t-shirt Luke had given her and shorts that would make her body stop receiving hot flashes.
And as many times as she begged and pleaded her mind to shut off, it just wouldn't.
So, 6 hours later, Charlie retreated down the staircase and toward where Ashton stood— wearing an apron that says 'best mom ever', which caused her to grin.
"Nice apron, Ash." She commented.
Ashton smiled brightly, his eyes lighting up as he glanced down at his apron. "Thanks!" He said, "Calum got it for me last Christmas. I don't wear it often— woah,"
Charlie's head snapped up. "What?"
"You look awful."
Charlie's eyebrows went flat and her expression too. "Thanks." She deadpanned.
Ashton's eyes widened when he realized how he said his sentence. "No, no, no no—" He shouted, "You are gorgeous! I meant, you look like you got no sleep. You have eyebags," Ashton observed her face.
Charlie laughed quietly at him freaking out and quickly shook her head. "I know." She said, "I got about 3 hours of sleep last night."
"Oh no," Ashton frowned, dropping what he was doing and coming up beside her. He grabbed her face and moved it around to examine, "How come?"
Ashton pushed her lips into a duck position from holding her cheeks, so her words were muffled. "I had a nightmare."
"What?" Ashton let go of her cheeks.
"I had a nightmare." She repeated.
Ashton's eyebrows furrowed. "A nightmare that had you up all night?" He cautiously asked, "What was it about?"
