Alexandra's POV
When I woke up, the throb in my head had slightly eased but it was still there. The only place that really hurt was my leg. I couldn't move it even the slightest bit. I got a cast even after all the fight I put up. Life indeed sucks.
"Ashton!" I yelled through the house and he appeared as soon as I called his name.
"Are you alright? Does your head hurt? Is it your leg? Should I adjust it for you? Do y-"
"I just need my drawing pad." I cut him off his rambling.
"Oh." was his simple reply, walking over to my desk and taking the book he stayed at my desk for a little while before raising a picture and showing it to me.
"Is this your dad?"
"Yes." I answered sadly. He nodded and placed the picture back on the desk and giving me the book. Last time I used it, I placed
