violence vs reality

I was born and raised in Southern California, my dad is Australia and my mom was born in Tennessee. I'm 17 years old, my family is rich, well in a way they are. I get abused by my parents all the time, they threaten me if I ever told anyone I'd get it. Get it? What does that even mean? Does it mean that they'll kill me? Well I don't know, I really hate my life at the moment, my boyfriend well... His name is Drake and he's a controlling type, if I don’t do anything he says well bad things happen. Hi there, I'm Ashton this is my story.

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29. coming home

three days later, the doctors finally allowed Taylor Anna (the baby’s name) and Ashton to finally come home with me and mom. The last 3 days have been exhausting. From Ashton’s time at birth, from her basically dying into this magical world and having a beautiful baby girl, that even looks like Ashton. In a complete honest note, I do hope she doesn’t have that same talent as mine, I mean I wouldn’t mind it, but her being in this business will be too much for her, it did for me when I was 12 and I’m still not use to the fact that the whole world knows who I am, and well yeah girls chase after me, I need a disguise. I will protect my baby girl with everything I have, I will make sure no pap touches her, Taylor-Anna can do whatever she wants when she turns 13, just kidding 16 at the max. I grabbed our small child and helped Ashton to the car, she was still out of it sore cause of the painkillers, but she’ll be fine soon. I put Taylor-Anna in the car in the front seat with my mom, she has a gorgeous smile, just like her mother. “Are you okay Ashton?” I asked her, she nodded her head, made sure her seat belt was on and moved in the middle seat so I can hug her, she has no idea how much she means to me, if something like what happened 3 days ago happens again, I’ll die and be with her, this can’t happen again, please. She put her head on my shoulder, she still a bit tired, but she’ll live.

 

We arrived home about 10-20 minutes later, Ashton grabbed Taylor-Anna and walked inside. I followed behind her, we went upstairs to put the little girl to bed, and she was a tired little girl a very good girl too. Ashton placed her gently in her cot, filled with some of Taylor-Anna’s newest addition of toys, I pulled Ashton close and kissed her gently, “I love you baby, please don’t scare me again, I know I keep telling u this but honestly it was horrifying,” she looked up at me with those tired eyes, she’s beautiful as ever, even when she tired. I smiled at her and she smiled back, “baby, I know I told you I could see you remember, I knew how heartbroken you were, so I tried my strongest to come back and be with you and our baby girl. I love you too Justin, I can’t leave not yet,” there she was, that beautiful girl I found myself to be in love with years ago, is finally back in my arms and herself again, she is perfect in my dearing eyes. I picked her up bridal style and walked her to the bed, I laid her down gently, “baby, you should sleep you’re so tired, I can see it in your eyes,” I was about to walk off, until Ashton grabbed my arm, “stay with me until I sleep please,” she had plead in her eyes, I did that, I laid down with her she was resting her head on my chest, I played with her hair so she would fall asleep.

 

I was helping mom cook dinner, I heard Ashton come downstairs with Taylor, I smiled at them both. She sat on the couch and started feeding Ashton, she’s such a good mom. “Are you hungry,” my mom asked Ashton, of course she would be hungry she hasn’t had a decent meal in like 3 days, hospital food is disgusting well, from what Ashton has been complaining about. “Yes, I’m starving hospitals need decent food,” she laughs. Go thing mom cooked extra, she’s been in bed for ages, I wasn’t expecting her to wake up for dinner, thankfully she did with Ashton crying. Mom was surprised on how well she’s handling with the whole thing about being a mom, she’s proud of her and it’s amazing, she think she’s doing better than her at that age, I laughed at her when she told me that. Since Ashton has been in hospital, I’ve been the best dad I could possibly be, whether it’s changing a pooey nappy, or just being a natural at what I do. I sing to her so she sleeps and thankfully it works, I’m a master. In my defense, Ashton and I will do great in the coming days, weeks even years.

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