Asher sat there and gaped at me.
Before he could say anything I quickly went on “My parents died when I was really young. And for years I was kept in an orphanage.
“I thought it was horrible there and one day a man and his daughter came by and decided they were going to adopt me. They seemed really nice and I was so grateful that they saved me from the awful orphanage. But I was wrong.
“Only a month after I was adopted Jason started beating me. At first it wasn’t so bad, a punch here and there, but one day his daughter Madison came home from school and she was mad because a boy was talking to me and not her. So she told her dad and he started beating me more and more. Every time it got worse.”
My voice became a broken whisper and trailed off.
As I spoke I noticed Asher start to shake and his eyes got darker until they were completely black.
All his muscles were visibly tight and tense and his hands were balled into tight fists at his sides.
Before he could say anything a pretty lady, probably in her late thirties walked in.
She had the same black hair as Asher but she had brown eyes instead of blue.
I guessed she was his mother. I smiled weakly at her and she gave me a warm smile in return. I liked her immediately.
Then she looked at Asher and said “Hey honey, who’s this beautiful young lady?” She was either oblivious to his behaviour or ignoring it.
“This is Liza.” He said a little more calm now. His eyes were back to their original colour and he wasn’t shaking so hard.
“Hello sweetie. I’m Carol, Ash’s mom.”
I said a quick hello then turned back to the boy beside me. He was staring at me intently.
“Are you in pain?” He asked taking his mom and I both by surprise.
I didn’t want to lie anymore so I was told him the truth “Yeah. I think I have some broken ribs so it kinda hurts to breath.”
His mom gasped, only now realizing that I was covered in bruises.
“We should take her to the hospital!” She half yelled.
“You don’t have to. I’ve had tons on broken ribs, they heal on their own.”
They were both speechless. I forgot that its not normal for people to say that kind of stuff.
I blushed and looked down at my lap.
“If you’re not comfortable going to the hospital we can call a doctor to come here.” Asher suggested.
I nodded. I would rather not go to the hospital. It would just freak me out.
Apparently I had to stay in bed for a week. The doctor said I was malnourished, had 4 broken ribs, and a mild concussion.
The only time I was allowed out of bed was to use the bathroom.
During the whole examination Asher never left my side. I was so happy that he still cared even after I told him everything.
Right now he was sitting on my bed holding my hand. They set up a guest bedroom for me and that’s where I am now.
Ash looked down at me and smiled. I weekly smiled back, then frowned.
I have to go home. Jason won’t let me stay here, and I’m sure the Mitchells don’t want me around much longer. All I am is a burden.
But I don’t want to go home. I felt safe close to Asher and his house already felt like home to me.
Ash saw me frown and a concerned look crossed his face.
“I have to go home.” I replied.
“You’re not going back there.” He said sternly, his eyes darkening.
“B-but Jason will get mad.”
“I’ll deal with him.” Now his eyes were black. But instead of being scared of him, I felt safe.
“But I have nowhere to stay.”
“You can stay here.” He said softly.
I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to cry again.
He had no idea how much those words meant to me. No one other than my parents have ever been so nice and caring towards me.
But this won’t last. I’ll heal, and then they won’t want me here anymore. Maybe I’m just their charity case.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked.
His brows furrowed together. Like he couldn’t understand why I asked that.
“Because I care about you.” He told me, his voice dripping sincerity. How could he care about me? I’m just a broken girl.
This time it was my turn to furrow my brows. It just doesn’t make any sense.
“Get some rest.” He softly ordered.
But just as I closed my eyes Becca burst through the door. I heard a growl from Asher but I chose to ignore it for now. I should be concerned about the fact that his eyes change colour and he sometimes growls like a dog, but that’s the least of my worries right now.
I was so happy to see Becca and she seemed happy to see me too. Maybe people really could care about me.
“What the hell happened to you? I’ve been worried sick!” She exclaimed.
I laughed despite my pain. She was the best friend I could possibly have, even if I’ve only known her for a few days.
“I’m injured.” I joked.
“I can tell!” She said, looking me up and down, examining my bruises.
“Becca! You can come back later, Liza needs to rest.” Asher sternly told her.
She glared at him but quickly left.
She was so full of energy it made me tired. It was like she just sucked all the energy out of me, so I was happy to follow Asher’s order to sleep.
I closed my eyes and Ash was about to leave when I grabbed his hand and said “Don’t leave me.”
“I would never leave you.” He told me and climbed into bed beside me.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close so my back was against his chest.
I smiled and gladly welcomed sleep.
When Liza told me her adoptive dad abused her it took everything in me to stay on the couch with her and not go rip his head off.
Then my mom walked in. Perfect timing. I got a chance to compose myself while they introduced themselves.
As much as I wanted to rip off that bastards head, my mate comes first.
“Are you in pain?” I asked. I knew she would be, but I had to hear it from her so I could do something about it.
She told me she had broken ribs. That didn’t surprise me, but hearing her say it broke my heart.
I didn’t protect my mate. I failed.
And the fact that she said she had broken ribs like it was something normal made me sick. How much did that son of a bitch hurt her? What has she been through?
We were in the spare room beside my room. Liza was bed bound for a week due to her injuries.
I felt so bad for my little mate. She didn’t deserve this.
I could tell she was exhausted, so I told her to go to sleep, but then fucking Becca bursts into the room and starts screaming.
I could tell Liza didn’t want to talk about it so I shooed Becca away and as soon as she was gone my little mate’s eyes fluttered shut.
She’s so beautiful, even with all those bruises.
When I thought she was asleep I got up to give her some privacy, and she surprised me by grabbing my hand and telling me not to leave her.
I would never leave her again I silently vowed and slipped into bed next to her, pulling her close.
The last thing I did before I fell asleep was softly whisper “I love you.” Even though I knew she couldn’t hear me.