ASHTONS POV.
‘’ We need to talk ‘’
I don't know why he doesn’t just let it go, I will never forgive him, and why won’t he just leave me the hell alone.
‘’ We have nothing to talk about dad ‘’ I say rudely.
He sighs and sits on the edge of my bed, I frown, but he ignores my expression ‘’ you are my little boy ash, and I love you ‘’
He looks really sad and he suddenly reminds me of the time we shared before mom died. I want to hug him but the stubborn side of me won’t let me. I just can’t let this thing he is doing, go.
‘’ I'm not a little boy anymore ‘’ I snap at him.
He sighs again ‘’ you will always be my little boy. No matter what you do or say ‘’ he says sadly.
I keep the frown ‘’ what do you want dad ‘’ I ask him.
‘’ We need to talk everything out. I need you to forgive me, I
