Chapter 63.

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Elle

23rd January

        After seeing Theo's friend at the party, Ace rushed to get Delilah back  to the dorms with Maya and then drove us to his place so he could keep an eye on me. He said that, but it was also an excuse to keep me up all night in his bed, and on the couch, and later in the shower until I passed out from sheer exhaustion. A girl can only have so many orgasms before she is exhausted.

 "Why was he there?" Kit asked, sipping a black coffee from the cafe down the road. It was the day after the party, and although I didn't want to after the night Ace and I had, he had made me drag myself out of bed and go to Delilah and my dorm to discuss the previous night.

 Ace looked at his friend with furrowed eyebrows. "To sign autographs - obviously to get back to me, idiot," he said in a sarcastic tone, and I slapped his arm. 

 "I know you're scared, but there's no need to be rude to Kit," I said to him with raised eyebrows. 

 Ace huffed, screwing his eyes shut. "I'm not scared, I'm fucking murderous at the moment," he said in a tense voice and so I decided to not correct him and tell him he was in fact scared for my wellbeing.

 "What can we do? He can't get to Elle unless she's alone, which she never is thanks to Mr Prince Charming, so what issue do we have here?" Delilah said with a shrug. I was trying to stay calm for Ace but I had an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach from the events of last night, I wasn't a fan of the fact that a man was trying to get to Ace and would go through me to do so. 

 "We need to send him a message," Ace said boldly and Kit laughed, shaking his head.

 "That's not a good idea, we now either back off and protect Elle or we take it a step further and make sure he won't be a problem anymore," Kit said, emphasising the 'make sure' which I could assume only meant to take his life.

 "I'm not killing my brother, Kit. He's a monster, but I'd kill myself before I had to kill him," Ace said sternly and I understood completely. 

 Although Theo was a horrid person, he grew up beside Ace and he was family, Ace watched his parents ruin both him and Theo and this was their product. Theo's actions were because of their abuse, Ace couldn't entirely blame him for that. I'd seen first hand how their abuse had affected Ace himself. I had also seen how killing one person accidentally had affected Ace mentally, he most certainly wouldn't be able to live with himself if he purposefully murdered his own blood. 

 "We can't send him another message, Ace. He's doing this because of the first message we gave him, so maybe we should just cool off and protect Elle more than anger him further? Its either that or we take him out of the picture altogether," Kit very calmly suggested and Ace looked down at me, his eyes holding fear in them. 

 "What do you think?" He asked me.

 "I think Kit's right. If you do anything, he's going to be angrier and more likely to go after me. I don't think you should kill him, but I think you should just step back. I'll be fine, I promise," I told him and he sighed, nodding finally.

 "Okay, I won't do anything stupid," he agreed.

 "Fucking finally, now can we go out and get pancakes? I've got hell of a headache and Elle looks like she's a character in The Walking Dead at this moment in time, I feel we could all use some pancakes," she said and pushed herself off of her bed.

 "Rude," I responded, even though I knew she was right. I had looked at myself in the mirror before we left, and my eyes had large dark rings under them and my hair looked as if a bird had made its nest there. I luckily had enough time to drag a brush through it, but I still looked half dead from the party the night before and Ace keeping me up for the rest of the night.

 Ace and I spent the rest of the morning with Delilah and Kit, although Ace was constantly looking over his shoulder and acting overall skittish. I understood he was worried for me, but I also needed to discuss what had happened in his past with his emotions and his mental health. "Ace?" I said, walking from his bedroom into the living room where he was lounging on the couch, watching the television.

 He looked over at me, nodding. "Hm?"

 I walked to him with my laptop that I was holding open on a website. "Don't get angry at me, but I booked you a session with Dr. Duncan," I told him, turning my laptop around to show him the website of a therapist that my old therapist had told me about when she heard I was moving in case I needed to continue my therapy when I moved to college. "My therapist recommended him to me in case I needed someone to speak to when I moved, so I know he must be good because she was amazing to me."

 Ace was wordlessly looking at my screen, gnawing at the inside of his lip as he read the information about the therapist on screen. "Ace?" I prompted him gently.

 He finally looked up at me. "I don't see how this will help, but if you want me to go then I will," he said and my heart swelled with happiness. However, I didn't want to force him.

 "I don't want you to go because I want you to, you should go because you want to. You should go because you need help, not to get your girlfriend off your back," I gently explained to him. It was always a sensitive topic, bringing up going to therapy to a loved one, but my family did it for me and I wanted to do it for Ace. I always felt shameful for going to therapy when I shouldn't have, it helped me more than anything else did and in the same way someone with a physical ailment needs a doctor, I needed a therapist for my mental ailments.

 He nodded. "I do need help, I know that. I just, I struggle enough understanding my own emotions, let alone trying to explain them to a stranger without getting angry," he said to me and I nodded in understanding.

 "They're professionals, Ace, I promise Dr. Duncan will help you along the whole process. He can help you understand your emotions, he can also just listen about your guilt, grief, anger, anything you want to get out to a non-judgemental third party," I told him.

 "Okay, I will go. When is the appointment?" He asked me and I smiled gently.

 "Thursday at four," I said back, leaning over to press a kiss on his lips.

 "Hey, Elle?" He said as I got up from the sofa to take my laptop back to the bedroom where it had come from.

 "Yeah?"

 "Will you take me? To the appointment, please?" He asked, his voice low and vulnerable.

 "Of course, I'll wait in the waiting room the whole time too if you want me to," I said with a nod

 "I love you," he said, a smile curling at his lips.

 "I love you too."

 I walked back into Ace's bedroom and placed my laptop back onto his bed before returning to the living room and collapsing on the sofa, grinning when he pulled me into his arms so I could rest on his chest as we sat. "Something important we need to talk about, though, is your birthday," Ace hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as his eyes shifted between what he was watching on TV and myself.

 "What about my birthday?" I asked. This would be the first birthday I was spending away from my family, and so I wasn't really excited for it, but it seemed to be a little better now I had found good friends and a magnificent boyfriend to spend it with.

 "What do you want to do for it? Do you want a party, I could host one here if you did," he asked me and I shook my head, I wasn't really the partier and as much as I enjoyed them, I would prefer for my birthday to be a little more intimate.

 "I actually thought we could spend the day together just us two and then do something as a group in the evening, I don't really like a big fuss on my birthday," I said to him, which was true. I didn't have many friends back in my hometown, Carson really was the only one I spent time with, and so on my birthday I usually just spent it with family and seeing as that couldn't happen this year, I would rather a small get-together with friends. "Also my birthday is the day before Valentines, so we can double the occasions into one day," I smiled. 

 Ace nodded. "I can arrange that, I'll make sure to make your birthday double as extravagant for the two of us to make up for Valentines too. You know Delilah will have your head for not wanting a party though right?" He said to me with a light laugh and I nodded, agreeing. 

 "Yeah, I'm aware," I chuckled. "But it's not a big birthday, it's not like I'm turning twenty-one or something. I just want something small. What do you think we should do in the day?" I asked him.

 He grinned. "That's a surprise now, isn't it? But I'm sure you're going to love it," he winked, leaning down to press a kiss on my lips.

 "What a lucky girl I am," I chuckled, squealing when Ace began tickling me, pinning me down on the couch with my arms above my head. 

 "I think I'm the lucky one," he mumbled, pressing his lips to mine which turned into a feverish, passionate session on his couch which I would remember for a while from the ache between my legs. 


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