Blondy

17 Year old Ashley hasn't ever had a childhood. She spent most of it taking care of her little sister, Amelia. Before that, her and her sister were abused by her step dad when their mother died. Now that Ashley's in school, she's had a unwanted, sexual abuser. She doesn't know his name, his age, his reasons for hurting her like he has been. All she knows is if she tells anyone, or if she doesn't do exactly what he tells her too. He'd kill her. Her whole life she's only felt harm, hate and beatings from the male species, that is until Niall. No male has ever been so gentle with her. She gets caught up in what she thinks is her trying to protect and take care of her little sister that she forgets to take care of herself. Can Niall help her with all this damage she's been forced to live through? Or will she shut him out like everyone else in her life.

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29. Chapter 29

Niall's POV:

"Jackson!!" I heard Amelia scream from down the hall as I sat by Jeff's side in the hospital. "I don't wanna help you if you don't wanna be helped!" Jackson shouted back at Amelia before storming into the room. "Jackson? What happen?" I walked up to him. "Nothing." He scuffed away from me. "Jackson." I grasped his shoulder. "What. Happen." I glared at him. He sighed. Realizing he had to tell me what was going on, he dragged me into the bathroom of Jeff's hospital room. "Amelia she-" He started as I shut the door behind me. "She what?" I asked firmly. "She just won't let me help her! She never lets me offer anything, she's always saying she 'Has it.' and she's always running to you!" He shouted at me. "So what?" I said. He paused. "I'm practically Amelia's brother, Jackson. So what if she needs a guy figure in her life." "But I wanna be that figure!" He said, collapsing onto the toilet seat and shoving his head in his hands. "Ugh." He huffed. "Jackson look...." I started. "There's a lot more to Amelia then you think. She puts on a smiled but- sometimes she just breaks down for no reason at all, and just because sometimes she needs me for a moment, doesn't mean you still don't play a huge part in her life." I reassured him. "I should apologize." He said to himself. "Damn right..." I started to lighten the mood. "Thanks Niall..." He flashed me a half smirk. I can see why Amelia likes him. "Anytime." I smiled my usually cheesy smile. He walked pitifully and doubtful out of the room, him and I both knew it was way to early to go and apologize to Amelia now. But knowing her, she's probably breaking down crying in the hall. I gave Jackson a I'll-do-it look, and he frowned. "I got it...." He bravely stood his grounds.... Hm. He must- He must really care about her. I glance over at Ashley who's standing there beautifully, bravely, standing tall and smiling. Her eyes lock on mine and I grin. She blushes hard and I can't help but love that I'm the reason for her rosy red cheeks.

 

Jackson's POV:

Walking, looking down, feeling stupid, feeling foolish; I walk towards Amelia who is literally in tears. I bend down to her. "Amelia... Please don't cry-" She falls into my arms, surprising me. "I-I'm.... I'm sorry for my dad." She stutters. I breath. "No- Don't- It's not your fault Amelia. You can't carry that kind of weight on your shoulders..." She starts to cry more and my heart crushes. I'm not good with these sort of situations. When girls cry, it makes me nervous. I never know how to settle it. I think. Deciding on the only thing I know, I kiss her head. "Stay here." I command sweetly. She frowns as I run back into the room, I grab the small piece of paper laying beside my dad and reach into my pocket and grab a pencil. Rushing back to her, I sit down beside my poor, sad girl and stare at her eyes. She frowns with humor. "What are you doing, Jacks-" "Sh. Stay still..." I smile at her, brushing my thumb along her jawline and giving her a reassuring smile, then resuming to my artwork. Once I've finished, I pull up the picture and she grins. I smile at her beauty. "Like it?"

 

Amelia's POV:

"I love it." I breathe, how is it that he can make everything better within two seconds? The picture is perfect, it's me. Mainly my eyes, my cheeks are tinted and my hair falls slowly along my shoulders. The pencil shades amazingly over my lips, I look so much more prettier in his eyes. Why is that? He makes me more attractive than I truly am. My smile turns to a frown. "What is it?" He looks worried. "Nothing, nothing. I just- I look pretty for once." He snorts with laughter. Jackson? Snorting? Literally the cutest thing ever.  "For once?!" He continues to laugh. "Yes, Jackson! For once." I start to giggle with him. His chuckles began to fade, staring into my eyes. He stops in dead silence. And I sit there, waiting for him to lean in. Waiting for him to man up. Waiting. Simply, waiting. "I um-" He breathes. Well fine, I guess I'll do it. I secretly roll my eyes in my imagination, rushing my body forward and pressing my lips onto his. His strong, giant hands scramble along each side of my head, grabbing me and kissing me with all his passion. The same passion he uses with his drawings. He continues to kiss me, and it's magical, mystical, lovable. He backs away. Breathing heavily, heavenly. "You alright?" He asks. I smile, cock my head to the side and raise my eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be?" I ask. "Well, I'm not sure about you but- I'm out of breath." He jokes about the kiss, I blush hard and giggle awkwardly. "Forgive me?" He asks sillily. "There's nothing to forgive." I smile, kissing him on the cheek and slowly, carefully adjusting the feelings this boy has stowed upon me.

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