Possessive Best Friends

ONE

Warning: This is a sample. It ends at ch.5. The rest of the story can be found in the Dreame app.

Ashiah's POV:

For as long as I can remember Lincoln and Von were my best friends and we all always did everything together. Von lived in the house to the right of my house and Lincoln lived to the left. The three of us became even closer when Lincoln's parents died in a tragic car accident when he was seven. After that his sister Nora moved back home from college to take care of him. Nora meant well but, taking care of anything didn't come naturally to her. It didn't help that she was young and wasn't ready for the responsibility of raising a kid. Their parents left them a huge inheritance which was helpful and at the same time not. Nora didn't waste a second before she began using the money to party and buy lavish things with. She was constantly traveling and leaving Lincoln alone with a nanny. However, nannies never stuck around long. They would always leave pretty soon, saying Lincoln had anger and behavioral issues. It didn't take long for my parents to basically adopt him. He spent most of his time at our house anyways, only sleeping at his house if his sister was home.

Every weekend the three of us would have a huge sleepover. My parents set us up in the theatre room with a soda and popcorn machine. The banisters were always lined with jars of our favorite candies and snacks. We always had piles of pillows and blankets and would make epic forts with them. Von spent the night a lot during the week as well. His parents were constantly traveling for work and they couldn't hold down a nanny either. Once Von figured out how Lincoln got rid of his, he quickly caught on and began being a little terror as well. My parents didn't seem to mind taking him in as well since I was an only child.

My mother had a condition called Endometriosis and it caused her to have constant chronic pain. She ended up having to have her uterus removed in a hysterectomy to alleviate the pain. It worked but, she couldn't have anymore children. I always thought she was sad to have only one child. She would reassure me and tell me I was a gift. My parents named me Ashiah because, it means life and hope. My mother tells me that during her and my fathers hardest time in life, was when she discovered she was carrying me. She was terrified that she was going to lose me and my father. Having me gave them life and hope again. They gave me the middle name Cadeau which means gift. Every year on my birthday they tell me this story and say that I'm too young to hear about that time in their lives. They always say all I need to know is that I'm their gift and their miracle. It makes me feel so special to be so cherished. Even if it does mean my parents are way too overprotective.

They always keep a close eye on me. I'm not allowed to go over friends houses or anywhere unsupervised. Our house is filled with cameras while, all of our windows and doors have multiple locks on them. We even have the best security system and safe room money can buy, according to my dad. I would hate all of this if it wasn't for my best friends and I don't know what I'd do without them.

In elementary school we would all hold hands and kiss each other's cheeks. I was always in the middle. Lincoln always said I was the glue that kept us together. We were inseparable at all times. Teachers eventually, gave up on even trying to split us up. Having three crying children to deal with is no match for any human being. They probably would have given us anything at that point just to shut us up.

Middle school was rough for me. The boys had become very popular but, I was the complete opposite. Girls hated me and would constantly tease me. They would tell me that I'm a loser and that Lincoln and Von were only friends with me because, they just felt bad for me. Lincoln and Von always stood by my side throughout it. They even refused to talk to the girls that bullied me. Sometimes guys would try to become my friend but, for some reason it never lasted very long. People would always give us strange looks. It never seemed to bother Lincoln and Von, they would still hold my hands and kiss me on my cheek.