Flaws•{Hemmings}• (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Six

•Ashlyn's P.O.V.•

I don't understand. I know that my father is a despicable human, and will never be the fatherly figure I've been longing for, but I still want him. I want him to be by my side, telling me about his day at work, or singing me to sleep. Instead, my father is sitting in a jail cell, wearing disgusting used jail cell clothes. I have scars. Everywhere. I have scars on my arms, back, stomach, and face. They're faded, but noticeable. I was given every one of these scars by my father. These dreams represent the scars on my body, they never go away.

"I really hate that you get these terrible dreams." Ashton whispered faintly, his long fingers running up and down my scarred arm. "I wish I could kiss these scars away, and hope that everything fucked up in your life disappeared, leaving the sweet untouched Ashlyn." It was as if Ashton was thinking about my scars as well.

"Me too." By now, it was morning. I couldn't sleep. I didn't sleep. Ashton didn't either. He never sleeps until he knows I'm sleeping first.

I arouse myself from Ashton's tight grasp.

"I'm going to go take a shower." Ashton nods as I leave the room.
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My shower refreshed me, getting me up and ready for the day to come. It was Sunday, meaning my last free day until school. I grab my phone from the bathroom counter. I had 1 new message, from Luke.

*wanna come over? I'm boredd:/*

*sure, I'll be over in ten:P* I replied.

I put on spandex pants and a oversized sweatshirt. I tied my hair into a bun, and slipped on black flats. Nothing much.

"Ashton, I'm leaving." I quickly walk into the kitchen, grabbing a banana.
I don't have time for eating.

"Okay, Love you! Text me if you need anything!" He didn't bother asking me where I was going.
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I stepped up to the boys apartment. Ashton, moved back with me, so only the rest of the boys live here. I knocked lightly on the door.

"Ashlyn!" Luke greeted me with a hug and pulled me inside. I take in his appearance. He was wearing gray sweats and a black solid shirt. I admired this Luke Hemmings very much.

"Look at you! No makeup. You look gorgeous!" He looks me up and down.

"Haha thanks." I smile and look around the apartment for what seems like the millionth time.

"Ashley!" Two strong arms grab me from behind and tickle my sides.

"Stop!" I manage to scream out through fits of laughter.

I turn around to a smiley Michael.

"Hello Mikey." I smile and spot Calum in the kitchen.

"Hey Cal!" I screamed.

"Hey Ash-Ash!" He replies.
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Luke and I sit down on his bed.

"So..." He says slowly.

"So..." I repeat him.

"I like your bun. It's very fashionable." He pats my hair.

"I look terrible!" I hide my face between my hands.

"No, you actually don't." He grabs my hands and places them in his.

I crawl over to Luke, and position myself so my legs are hooked around him.

What am I doing? I can't stop myself. He's perfect with his messy hair, and raspy morning voice.

"Ashlyn. What are you doing?" Luke speaks slowly.

"Shhh." I silence him and put my hands in his hair.

"What if, I did this?" I tug at his hair, causing him to groan. "You like it don't you?"