Ashton's POV

The pain in my chest is what wakes me up in the morning. I shoot up and I'm faced with an emotionless Amara. My hands shake together within the thin sheets that I slept under last night as I make my way to Amara's bed. "Amara." I whisper, shaking her hand a little. "Amara." I say again, maybe a bit louder.

I get nothing in response. Her beeping monitor is my response. The pain in my chest doesn't stop at all, in fact it speeds up with the amount of energy it takes me to breath. I sit back down on the bed and clutch my hand over my heart, trying to stop the pain by pushing down some. After a few moments the pain seems to go away some. I still feel some small pricks of pain, but nothing compared to the stabbing I felt earlier.

I creep out of the door to maybe explore more, but I'm stopped by running into the guy that Luke told me was Michael. "Sorry, mate." Michael chuckles. "I was just coming to get you for breakfast is all."

"No worries, I'm actually kind of hungry now that you mention it." I reply.

He sticks out his hand. "Michael. I don't believe I told you that yesterday."

"Ashton." I shake his hand, deciding not to mention the fact that I already knew his name.

"Well come this way, I'll fix you a plate." Michael gives a small smile leading me down the long staircase.

"Morning!" Luke chirps from the kitchen counter standing in an expensive looking robe. The smell of maple syrup takes over my body and I instantly feel hungrier and hungrier by the second. "Here, you can have this." Luke slides his plate over to my direction. The plate was loaded with pancakes and waffles drenched with syrup and pieces of bacon to the side. Honestly it confused me as to why they had such a big meal for just breakfast. Granted breakfast it the most important meal of the day, but why so much food for only two people? Maybe they fixed a lot because they have company?

"Is there a problem?" Michael speaks up, making me realize that I had just been staring at my plate lost in my thoughts.

"It just uh-do you always have this much food?" I laugh, suddenly becoming embarrassed by my question.

"Hey when you live like kings, you eat like kings." Luke jokes, throwing his drink in the air as if that was something to toast about.

"So you live in this fancy house, well mansion, with such a small amount of people?"

"What's the problem with that?" Michael instantly becomes defensive.

My cheeks turn bright red by now. "Oh no, no I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend anyone. It's just that this place is so big and-I think I'm going to go check on my sister." I interrupt myself, putting my head down.

"You can finish your food." Michael murmurs while Luke sits there with a blank look on his face like this isn't even fazing him

"I'm good, I'll be with Amara if you need me." I slowly back up from my spot and surprisingly find my way back upstairs. I enter the room again and find my chest starting back up again. "Fucking shit.." I breath out sitting on the side of Amara's bed, and clutching just like this morning. As I'm sitting here, Amara's body starts to shuffle some. "Amara?" I jump up ignoring the pain that shoots all the way to my toes.

Her body shuffles again, but she never opens her eyes nor speaks. I sigh and sit back on the bed trying to pull the knives out of my chest. A nock on the door sounds but I'm in too much pain to open it. "Come in." I dully say.

The door opens and enters Michael, his blue hair all ruffled probably from not fixing it this morning. "Sorry for being rude earlier. Personal issues."

"Don't sweat it. We've all got problems." I accept the apology.

"Which brings me to my question." Michael ponders, sitting on the edge of my bed. "How come you never wanted me to call an ambulance?" I stay silent, my heart pounds faster in my chest which makes the pain worse. "Did something happen that could get you in trouble?" He continues. When I don't answer he says, "Look your going to have to tell me something. If your going to be living here, we're going to have to have common ground."

"I never said I was staying. All I needed was your help fixing my sister, and I'm out of your hair."

"It's going to take a while for your sister to recover fully. A good 6 months to a year maybe. And unless you can find anybody else to take you in without turning you in for whatever you must've done, your here for a while."

"How come you think I didn't something wrong?" I ask which must've sounded stupid.

"Who's Mandee Irwin?" Michael shoots me the question that almost knocks the air from my lungs.

"Your mother." Michael states as if he knew all along.

"How do you know that?" I ask hardly above a whisper.

"It's all over the news. Mother found dead in her home, and drugs have been found in her system, and suddenly her children have disappeared."

"So their looking for me." I sigh, facing reality. "Why is it okay for me to say here when you know what my awful secret is?"

"Everybody's got their demons." Michael shrugs. "She should be awake by tonight, or tomorrow morning. In the meantime, hows about you come out with me. Enjoy the day since you haven't seen the sun in a while."

"Okay." I swallow harshly, nervous about showing my face to the world again.

Notes

Hope you liked it :) Feel free to vote subscribe and comment!