Chapter 33

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Asher's POV

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Asher's POV

"Cam!" I knock on the bathroom door as I jog on the spot bursting for a piss.

"What?" she laughs.

"I need to piss, you've been in there for ages"

I hear her huff and swing the door open, my head tilts to the side immediately when taking in her appearance, we've been home all of six hours and she's dyed her hair and cut it short. It doesn't even look like my baby sister with her dark makeup and different hair.

"Why is your hair blonde and short?" I question.

"Don't you need to piss?" she mocks and walks by me wearing the most explicit clothes I've ever seen her wear.

"Where you going?" I ask her when I see her head for the front door.

"Out so don't wait up" she leaves.

She better be with Jules or Aiden which I highly doubt, she's been acting strange especially when we were home for the holidays. She laid in bed and slept for ages, she still has the worst attitude going.

I rush into the bathroom and after I've pissed I wash my hands and head back into my messy room. I thought of going to see Julia but I don't want to seem desperate, am I desperate? It's not like I haven't thought about her everyday when being back home and just randomly called her to hear her voice when I couldn't stand hearing my fathers voice or being back home in general just didn't sit right with me. Yes I've lied about what I'm doing just to talk to her but it's not that bad of lies right? I just don't want her knowing about my abusive father, who would find me attractive if they found out I'm being bullied by my own father and it causes me severe problems. I'm pretty sure they would laugh and call me a pussy.

I have been thinking of doing that whole dating thing that I discussed with my mum but is it wise to do that? What if I push her away further or worse...what if I push her away for good? She won't like me anymore..love me? Well she said she did.

Ugh, I don't know.

I run my hands over my face as my mind drifts to Ace, he did text me on Christmas later in the night and all he said was 'Merry Christmas, bud' Am I losing everyone or am I pushing them away without realising it, I don't want to be alone. I thought I did but I couldn't cope with not having my best friend or my mother.

I run my hands through my freshly cut hair in frustration of many things. I got my haircut a few days ago back in my hometown in the local barber which I use to go to. A new girl was working and she was the one that cut it, i couldn't help but look at her in the mirror. I couldn't deny that she was gorgeous with her honey blonde hair, we had this flirty banter going on and she gave me her number. I couldn't help but think about Jules after she had given me her number, I had the guilt that I keep experiencing and I felt the need to tell her even though we're just friends...I think.

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