Broken

• Chapter 110 •

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"What the fuck are you doing, Clem?"

Ashton's raging, the veins on his neck look like they're about to burst. I roll my eyes at him and squat down to Bob, "You okay, Bob?"

"It's Brad. I'm fine," the guy hisses bitterly as he looks up at Ashton and holds his bruised jaw. "Fuckkk... I'll get you ice!" I tell him, trying to stand up without toppling over.

Ashton snorts, "Like hell you are. We're leaving."

I narrow my eyes at him, "I'm not going anywhere with you! How dare you? Fuck off!"

Ashton's jaw is clenched, he studies me for a minute before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. "WHAT THE FUCK? LET ME DOWN, ASHTON FUCKING ASHFORD! I HATE YOUR STUPID GUTS!"

"That's great. You can continue throwing your tantrum while I drive us home," he mumbles.

I punch his back repeatedly, completely antagonized by this entire fucking situation. How dare he? HOW DARE HE?

Ashton opens his car door and throws me inside like a bag of potatoes. He locks the doors and walks over to the driver's side. I'm so enraged I might combust and set his stupid car on fire!

"What the hell were you doing with that tool?" he snaps as he starts the car.

"None of your fucking business! I DROVE HERE, I CAN DRIVE BACK BY MYSELF!" I spit.

He rolls his eyes and peels off the curb, driving away in an angry fit. My jaw drops. He is not leaving my baby back here by herself!

"You can't drive. You're like a toddler!" he barks.

I clench my jaw and refuse to look at him. Poor Bob. Rest in peace to your jaw. What the fuck is wrong with Ashton? I'm completely baffled by his behavior, he squeezes the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles are white. I can even see the muscles working on the corner of his jaw.

I frown when I realize he has taken us to his house. "What are we doing here? Take me home!"

He glances at me, "And let Aurora and Brandon see you that drunk? And dressed like that? What the fuck are you even wearing?"

I frown, "Fuck you, Ashton! Why do you care?" I stumble out of his car and slam his door, storming into his house. I'm going to take his bedroom and lock him out. That will show him! I don't know whether my drunken thoughts are genius or not, but I feel like they are.

I scoff when he makes his way into his room after me, slamming the door behind him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I can't believe you! Didn't I tell you never to speak to me—"

I barely have time to yell, because his lips come crashing on mine. He kisses me, and it's sure and powerful. He cups my face and pushes me back onto his dresser. His hand is buried deep in my hair, the other at my back, pulling me impossibly close.

The moment his lips meet mine, the connection between us opens and I feel his power flood through me. I can feel how much he wants me, and I can feel his anger. I bite his lip furiously, slightly satisfied when a droplet of blood falls off his lip. He looks at me with a wild look in his eyes before pressing his lips against mine once more. He swirls his tongue in my mouth, and I taste the metallicness from the blood.

I fight against the burning fuel seeping through my veins at his touch and pull away from him, completely dumbfounded. I gasp, my eyes widen in stupefaction. I raise my hand to slap him, but he grabs my wrist. My heart feels like it's splitting apart when he stares into my eyes, challenging me to resist him again. I clench my jaw and slap him with my other hand.