[ A/N: i'm like ??? while writing this. :'3
okie. just have fun reading lol. ]

==== Chapter 11 [ Part 1 ] ====

Hastily brushing your teeth while you have there Ashes watching you with that smile on his face, you instantly know you won't have a peaceful Saturday morning that you've wished for a few hours earlier.

Twisting the faucet's handle in order to let the rushing water pour into your empty glass, you have your eyes intensely focused on Ashes,  making certain that your obsessed admirer won't do anything to you.  The red - haired teen on the other hand is smiling— happy and contented to have your attention only focused toward Ashes right now.

Before your lips can even touch the glassy surface, you turn your head to the man, who looks at you quite very excitedly. He almost resembles a puppy who has its tail wagging in enthusiasm, waiting for your gestures. You, however, don't perceive it as adorable. Instead you just want him to quit staring.

So you speak, voicing out your thoughts.

"You quit it," you tell him.

That smile on his face doesn't falter nor does his stares. Rather that widens as Ashes steps inside the restroom... Closer to you. Close enough to make you nervous from Ashes's sudden invasion of your personal space. "Quit? What so you mean by 'quit it'?"

Your heart's almost stopping. You instantly step back to make some distance between you and Ashes. You don't hestitate responding as you shoot him a look of daggers. "Quit staring," you huff out and sip the water to gurgle. Then after spitting that out, you point over his shoulder with a pleading look. "And please leave."

But of course he is a very stubborn man. Ashes remains that smile on his face as he steps closer and closer. You throw him a bewildered look, also attempting to retreat from him. "Oh come on, (Y/N)." He laughs as he notes your repulsion. "You're so cute when you're acting shy towards me, but I know you like me."

"So you don't have to hide it anymore—"

Your cheeks turn crimson red at Ashes's claim. But you know that isn't true. "Where did you get that idea?" You laugh, almost nervously.

Afraid that this delusional psycho will possibly take this opportunity to force himself into you, you tighten your grip on the half-filled glass, planning to use it on him if later situation requires to. "I — I don't even remember giving you any signs that I like you."

"Oh, (Y/N)—"

He reaches out a hand.  For your own self-defense, you immediately splash him with your glass of water. It,  of course, makes his plain-white shirt wet, and you freeze when his chocolate brown eyes blankly stare at you. A gulp. You gulp and know that you're fucking dead. But what can you do?!

You know that you have to run out of here.

But how can you do so when that young man's body is blocking the exit.  You cower and still attempt to make your escape. You try to push him away to the side, but.. Ashes.

That damn Ashes!

He wraps his arms around your body and rests his chin over your head. He inhales and exhales the scent. That anger that has been boiling within him has vanished. A feeling of wholeness just lingers within him as he holds you close to him.

He smiles a love-sick smile.

"Oh, (Y/N). I love you. I love you. I love you," Ashes softly whispers to your ear, "So I do not fucking care whether you like me or not because no matter what..."

"You're going to end up in my hands soon. And you'll. You'll love me soon enough."

Your breath hitches; you are starting to get scared by Ashes's crazy statements.

"Let me go please."

You plead, almost tearing up; but Ashes doesn't let go. Ashes would not ever let go. Even when your father is fucking downstairs, he has enough.  He just could not handle staring at you anymore...  Ashes just could not handle borrowing your stuff in order to make him feel you're there with him, completing him.  You are what Ashes fucking wants.

He embraces you hard, wanting to carry you in a bridal style and run away from this house of yours. Your dad. Your dad's offered affections—

Sure the teenager has been longing for those since like forever. But if your father is really an obstacle, Ashes couldn't just wait anymore. He can't dare to hurt or kill your father, so maybe Ashes would just steal you away.

No one knows his house anyways.

Not even his cheating bastard of a father who does not fucking care for him. All he cares about is Eliza. Eliza here... Eliza there... That dad of his fucking also wants Ashes to fucking adore and gives the best treatment to Eliza.

That bastard doesn't deserve his mom...

Ashes does not even realize that his tears are flowing down. Flowing down like your tears right now. Taken aback, you don't know how to react. But you are sure you've stop from crying. You look at him, and Ashes.

Ashes just has a smile— not that love-sick smile but a sorrowful smile— on his face. While he stares at that mirror before him with a distant look, he thoughtlessly carresses your hair.

"Ashes," you whisper out, almost in concern.

He blinks his brown eyes and stares at you through the mirror. That look on his eyes almost makes you slight nervous and break. "(Y/N), I promise—" he suddenly murmurs, causing you to freeze and stare back at this unfaltering gaze of his.

" I promise I would not ever replace you with anyone. I promise I would not cheat on you ever with anyone. Y... You—I swear—will be the only one I'll ever love in my entire life."

"And that I swear—" his voice cracks for a second.

"I swear on my mother's grave."

He turns away his blank gaze from the mirror and stare directly to you. He leans his lips closer to your ear. "So don't you ever destroy me like my father has destroyed mother. Don't you—" he whispers, pleading, "please.." Those tears are starting to stream down again, almost breaking your heart; but you cannot keep up with those sudden changes moods of his.

"Ashes.."

Ashes laughs. "But of course you're not father. You are perfect. Too perfect for anyone at all; too perfect for me. But I'm glad. I'm glad that you're destined for me."

Ashes embraces you again, and you struggle to free your own poor self. He—he really is unstable right now.

"Ashes please."

"(Y/N), please," he echoes back. Everything is just too chaotic for you. You don't understand what's going on. Why you are even letting him touch you like this?— In your own home even. No.

No...

Struggling in Ashes's hold while Ashes tries to keep you close to him, you both fail to realize your father has now entered your room because it seems Ashes is taking a bit long for calling you downstairs.

And of course, he's surprised.

Your father's fucking surprised and fucking angry to see that scene. He does not stand there and wait. Your father instantly gets the closest material to smash Ashes's head with. And that material?

Oh, it's your bed lamp.

Seeing that Ashes's attention is finally on him, your dad does not hesitate to scream at Ashes to get out and never return in his house anymore. And that, your father really meant that. Ashes opens his mouth, almost speaking dad out; but your dad beats him.

"Fucking call me Daniel, you creep!"

He yells at him and quickly runs to you, embracing you like he's trying to protect you from Ashes. "And fucking leave right now before I kill you right here in my house!" Dad yells again, heavily breathing afterwards. The man cannot do anything.

He has done it.

And now he has lost your father's trust.

But he doesn't care. He doesn't care. He gives you a last look before he calmly walks away. All he cares about is you. All he cares about is not losing you.