Twdg | Luke and Nick | idk who to love...

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Nick's POV

*earlier on*

"I'm going hunting in a few minutes, boy. You sure you don't wanna come?" Pete called.

Sure as hell I don't. Not after what he did last time... Makes me shoot a buck, then overreacts and says it's my fault when I 'accidentally' shoot him. I use the term accidentally because he didn't take it that way. Everyday for the last month I had to endure his constant reminder of that day, whether it be as a joke or warning. But that wasn't what ticked me off the most. It was when he returned the next day, shot the buck 'clear in the neck. He made dinner out of it, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. I starved myself that day and ever since then ---

"NICK! Boy did you hear me?" The annoyance in his tone was clear.

I groaned a bit, wondering if should respond or not. After a few moments I heard Pete sigh, saying that there was 'left over buck' in the fridge if I was hungry. Like hell that would happen...

I heard him sigh again, before closing the door.

"Buh bye, asshole." I muttered, to no one in particular. I was still sitting down, leaning against the wall. The bleeding in my hand had long gone down, but I felt the occasional quick sharp snipe, which caused me to wince. I groaned a bit, placing my hand on the thick but cold wall in attempt to calm it down. It didn't work. I instead craned my neck, looking up at the sky. It was a shady cool pink, with a sense of breeze. Soon enough my frustration was soothed and I found myself feeling dopey. I breathed in the pure fresh air, as my vision began to slowly darken.

***
Ashley just gave me one look, almost as if she didn't recognise me. Her dark brown eyes slowly locked into mine, paralysing my every sense of movement. In a split second she dropped her arms, her guard, allowing me to hug her.

"Nick! Omigod... I can't do this... I can't do this anymore..."

"Wha --- what happened?"

"Carver -- Carver..." She began to cry again, re burying herself into my chest, and I was in no mood to let her go again. I hugged her tight, her presence giving me life.

She suddenly pushed me away, her face buffed up. "I'm --- I'm gonna be sick..." She stumbled past me, before throwing herself onto the sink, where she took it from there.

I held her now long silky hair up as she started to vomit. Even though her hair was now smooth and silky, I couldn't help but miss her old hair. The kind of hair that had a life of its on. The kind that would cause your fingers to be lost forever, stuck in a natural over growing maze. I'm not saying this new style was bad, I'm just saying it looked... Dead.

She suddenly jerked her head up, oblivious to her surroundings. It was obvious that she was drunk, at least partially anyway. She swayed about, seemingly stable. That is until she began to wobble again, which causes her to resort to clutching the sink.

I put my arm round her shoulder and instructed her to do the same. Slowly but surely we both hobbled into a nearby bedroom. I laid her neatly on the floor near the bedpost. By this point her eyes were droopy and she looked like she was milliseconds away from just sleeping. I sighed a bit, convincing myself that despite her lack of awareness she would be somewhat grateful. A part of me wanted to stay but after what happened I... Didn't think it would be the smartest idea.

"Bye Ashley." I mumbled to myself. It took everything to walk away, to just leave her there, but somehow I knew that it would be for the best, that I would look back and think good of this action, that I would ---

"Nooo..." I heard her wail, her voice just above a whisper. My head told me to just leave her, that she was drunk, but my heart couldn't do that.

"Nick, can you stay with me?" Her voicing was only slightly slurred, so it almost sounded normal.