Set the World on Fire

I started packing my stuff in the living room. I had my washing folded up on the cabinet. I stuffed them into a bag and knocked a picture frame over. I sighed and picked it up. I stared at the picture inside. It was a picture of my mother and I a few years before she had become alcoholic. I swallowed heavily and started crying. She had taken me to a Black Veil Brides gig and we were being hugged by Jake. He was the only one who would have a picture taken with us. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Ashley.
"Sweetie?"
I cried harder and threw my arms around his neck. He rubbed my back and hummed to me while I bawled into his shoulder.
"It's alright, Ashylnn, I know."
I realized he'd sat us down and I was sitting on his lap.
"Dad."
"I'm here, sweetheart."
I hugged him. "What am I going to do now?"
"You've got me, sweetie and I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
I nodded. "Thanks, Dad."
"Let's get you packed up, OK?"
I nodded.

I finished packing about an hour later and Ashley helped me put it into my car. I climbed into the driver's seat and he got in the passenger.
"I'll come back and get my car later."
I nodded and started driving.
"So, what do I call you? Ashley or Dad?"
"Which ever you prefer, Ashlynn."
I nodded. "Care to give me directions?"
"Left then right then straight on."
I pulled up at a red light. "How the hell?"
"Notice the weird guy on the motorbike outside your house every now and then?"
I nodded. "That's me."
I swallowed. "Mom wouldn't let you see me?"
"No. I sent you cards and presents every birthday and Christmas."
"I never got them."
"Your mother would have kept them from you."
I nodded and pulled up where he motioned me to.
"Let's get you unpacked."
I nodded and turned my engine off, climbing out the car.