Short stories

Nights pt2

Chapter two

Ash woke up, feeling arms weighing down on her waist. Raising her head, she found Finn asleep holding on to her. She felt a shift of the bed, hearing a whimper. She looked down, finding Beck laying beside Finn. Finn's hand held on to Becks, both boys sleeping. One peacefully and the other visibly distressed. Ash reached out, slightly shaking her little brother awake.
"Beck, Beck. You're having a bad dream. Wake up scout." She watched as the boys chest slowly began rising and falling at a steadier pace, his eyes opening slightly. He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth in an attempt to keep it from shaking. Ash could tell that something was wrong. She carefully lifted Finn's arm off her waist, sitting up and stepping off the bed. Beck followed her actions, now sitting up with his feet dangling off the bed.
Kneeling, Ash faced beck. "Beck, what's wrong?" She questioned, watching as he once again pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Beck... what's bothering you? You know you can tell me." She reached out, taking in her hands his smaller ones. She watched his shoulders shook, an uneven breath leaving his lungs.
"I... I don't wanna have to kill anyone. I don't wanna be a monster." He whispered, letting his words hang in the air. Ash slowly watched as the little boy in front of her broke. His tears finally breaking through and his lip no longer held between his teeth. Her heart broke for the little boy, understanding exactly how he felt.
"Hey, hey hey," she whispered, pulling him into a hug. "You're not a monster. You hear me Beck. You are not a monster." She spoke firmly as she rubbed circles into his back in attempts to calm the crying boy. At this point, the once sleeping Finn was awake. He sat, taking in the scene in front of him.
"Spark?" He questioned, receiving a sharp shake of the head from Ash. He took the hint, resting a hand on Becks back.
At some point, Beck had calmed down and fell back to sleep once again holding on to Finn's hand. But the two elders were left wide awake.
"Ash..." Finn finally whispered after some time had passed.
"Mhm?" Ash responded, her eyes growing a little heavy.
"I'm going to marry you one day." He could hear her laugh quietly, even if he couldn't see it well, he knew she was also smiling. A beautiful sight he wished he could see clearer.
"And how do you plan to do that?" She teased, resting her head on his shoulder. The thought of marriage at this point just annoyed the girl. But thinking about it, she wouldn't mind marrying someone like Finn. He was kind, funny, and never once had he raised his voice or a hand to her. That was more than she could say about most of the men in her life.
"I'm not sure right now. But I'll figure it out." His words rested between them, the silence a nice greeting.
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The sun trickled in through the window, warming the room along with the three sleeping bodies. Beck was the first to wake, finding that he was wrapped in both Ash and Finn's arms. He giggled, an idea coming to mind. He made his way out of the mess of arms, careful not to wake either person as he did so. Once full out of both their grasps, he moved Ash so that her face was as close as possible to Finn's without touching. He positioned Finn's arms to wrap around Ash's waist, smiling mischievously as Finn shifted.
Standing back, the small boy admired his work, looking at the tangled limbs in front of him. Even at age nine, he never much liked his older sister's fiancé, Damien. He'd heard the way Damien would talk to Ash. The mean and hurtful things he'd say. He also didn't like Damiens scent either. Something about it bothered him yet he couldn't explain is. After a satisfied nod, he turned, leaving the room and the two sleeping people behind. He was off to find something to eat, hearing his stomach whine out of hunger.
Food. Meat. Hunt. He thought, only to be unsatisfied with his own thoughts.
No, no hunting. I won't kill. He told himself as he made his way into the kitchen.
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Ash's eyes fluttered open, her nose feeling tickled by the air that was continuously shifting in front of her face. The room came into focus and she once again found herself tangled in Finns arms. This time, she found herself facing him, lips mere inches away from hers. She laid, watching his chest rise and fall. Admiring how the sunlight reflected off his features, highlighting his cheekbones and kissing his skin.
Reaching out a hand, she brushed a loose strained of his messy hair away from his forehead. She lets her hand fall away, only to have it placed back on Finn's head. A smile slowly crept onto Finn's face as he opened his eyes.
"Good morning beautiful." She returned the smile, hitting Finn's chest with her free hand.
"Faker." Sticking out her tongue, she tried to pull her hand away. Finn let out a laugh, pulling her closer.
"Where are you trying to go, Spark?" The two stared at each other, waging war without words. With her one free hand, Ash grabbed a pillow, whacking Finn in the face. Finn, being quick to react, grabbed a pillow throwing it across the room.
"So you wanna play dirty." He bellowed, pushing his weight off the bed. Ash left out a squeak and tried to roll away, only to find Finn's weight on top of her. She smiled up at him sheepishly as the two laid there. She watched as his eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips, anticipating his next move. Finn held his breath, wondering how the girl under him would react if he were to kiss her.
He'd done it before, when they were younger. But then it didn't mean anything. They were just careless children who thought nothing of it. But now, looking deep into her eyes, he knew that his acts could change everything.
"Finn," she breathed out, her voice just above a whisper. "What are you thinking?" She could she his mind spinning, watching as his thoughts were laid out in front of the two of them.
"Remember when we were little? The first time I kissed you?" Ash's face turned crimson at the mention of the memory. She nodded, slowly piecing together his thoughts.
Looking into her eyes, he saw all he needed to see. No words were needed for him to know she was okay with this. Leaning in, their lips pulled towards each other like opposite ends of a magnate.
Time slowed as they got closer, so close they could feel each other's breath. The anticipation was killing them both. Waiting for a moment they'd wanted to share for so long but couldn't. The moment falling so perfectly into place as the sun shone into the room, illuminating both bodies.
Then a knock split through the trance, pulling them both back into reality. Ash was shocked back into reality. Sitting up, she lightly pushed Finn away.
"Who is it?" She called, her voice slightly shaking as she questioned the person who stood on the other side of the closed door.
"Princess, it's me. It's getting kind of late. You need to get up." Damiens sickeningly sweet voice was a cruel reminder of life. The way his tongue hung on the word princess caused chills to dance down the girls spine. The once calm. and carefree girl now sat frowning, the world back to how it should be. Ash marrying Damien, and Finn nothing more than her best friend.
Glancing at Finn, she could see the anger in his posture. She wanted to reach out, to tell him she wanted him to stay. But she knew that even if he were to stay, it would get them nowhere. It would only hurt both of them in the end when they finally realized that they could never be anything.
Finn stood, giving Ash a weak smile before turning and opening the door.
"She's already awake. We were just talking." He gave Damien his best smile, trying to hide his resentment for the monster that stood before him. He watched as Damiens face shifted from a sweet smile to a scowl. Damien growled out an 'okay' before turning and storming down the hall. Finn could hear him mumble something that sounded like 'that slut' but tried to ignore it. For Ash's sake.
Ash sat on the bed, looking at her hands that lay lifeless in her lap. She chewed her bottom lip in between her teeth, trying to keep her fear at bay. She could tell by the way Damien had stormed off that he was upset. Finn kneeled down in front of her, cupping her face in his large hands before speaking.
"Spark, I'll get you out of this." He spoke, the words sounding dangled in front of the girl. A teasing joke to the idea of freedom.
"No. You won't. Because as much as we both want you to, you can't." She took his hand away from her face, now holding it in her lap. This person who sat in front of her, promising her the world, could never give her more than words. So she gave up on hope, letting the world do as it wished. A sad smile graced her lips as she leaned forward and place her lips to Finn's forehead.
"Thank you, though. For at least trying to give me hope."
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The day passed, the events of the morning slowly forgotten and each person in the house going on with their day. Ash unintentally avoided Damien for most of the day, dreading speaking to him after the encounter between him and Finn earlier. She knew what was coming, but she wasn't expecting its arrival to be so sudden.
Her body was pushed against the wall of the long hallway, a hand snaking its way around her neck. The action was so swift and timeless that her body and her brain fell out of sync for a moment, trying to register what had happened.
"There you are, Princesses." She found herself staring into Damiens cruel, lifeless eyes as the air around her slowly began to dissipate. Fear was a common emotion attached to Damiens presence, something she'd become accustomed to. The way his voice curled around his words as he spoke. The way his hand pressed further into her neck, no doubt bruising. She could smell the rage rolling off his body, hitting her senses in waves.
"D-dam-ien, I. C-can't bre-eath." Her lungs fighting to gain the much needed air that seemed to be nonexistent. He only smiled, tightening his grasp ever so slightly, before he spoke.
"So, princess. What were you and Finn doing this morning?" His words bit into her skin, tearing at the flesh with the power they held.
"I- to-told you, we-e wer-e t-t-talking, D-Dami-en." Her vision became blurred as the lack of oxygen took its toll on her body. She was jerked forwards, only to be slammed back into the wall harshly. She let out a gasp, her body being jolted from the suddenness of the action. A whimper left her lips as the pain slowly sunk in. Damien loosened his grasp on her throat a bit, bringing his lips to her ears.
"You're a lying whore. I could smell lust just standing outside the door." He chuckled, sickening the girl as he pushed himself on her. "I bet he gave you a good fuck, didn't he? You being the needy whore you are, you probably liked it." She tried to shrink into herself, wishing that she could just disappear. He once again slammed her body against the wall, his anger slowly rising.
"Answer me, you slut!" Growling, he drew a hand back, slapping her with one swift motion. She let out a broken cry, her face heating up from the contact with his hand.
"N-no, I told you-"
"DO I LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT, ASH!?" He yelled, punching the wall mere centimeters away from the frightened girl's face.
"N-no, Damien." Her voice shook, her body tense with fear. His hand finally fell away from her neck. Ash's body collapsed, falling to the ground with a thud. She thought it was over, that he'd finished, but he was far from it.
Drawing back his leg, he brought it forward with as much force as possible, sending the girl across the room with an audible thud.
"Ahhh-" her body made contact with the floor once again, only to have the action repeated over and over.
"You. Useless. Whore. No one will ever want you." The girl tried to curl into herself, to cover her body from his brutal attacks as his words and actions kept coming. But it was no use. They just wouldn't stop. Over and over again, his foot made contact with her stomach and her legs.
Picking her up off the ground by her hair, Damien once again slammed her against the wall. He sharply pulled her head to the side, exposing her neck. She felt her muscles strain, her neck being stretched in a direction it didn't like. Ash's hands came up, resting on his chest. Though they had no strength in their hold, she could feel Damien hesitate. Only for a moment. Then he brought his lips to her neck, exposing his teeth before harshly biting into her. She finally found her voice, pleading for mercy as he bit into her breaking the skin.
"Damien stop. Please." The tears finally began to fall. The pain was too much for this small, frágil girl. Damien only bit down harder, earning a sob. Once satisfied with the girls pain, he pulled away, letting her fall to the floor. She looked so lifeless, her body unmoving. He walked away, leaving her there to cry.
Ash didn't move, barely even breathed, as she laid there wishing for death. She wanted to cry but the tears would no longer fall. She wanted to stop breathing but her chest continued in rise and exhale the air that was once again allowed to enter her lungs. Her body was on fire, the pain was drowning out all other senses. It was all she could feel. And it was hell.
She slowly moved, collecting herself. Sure to hold in her cries as she made her way to her room. She was glad that there was no one else home, something that would later become a curse to her. Even in such a big house, with all these rooms, she felt as if she had nowhere to hide. How could she escape a monster she had to live with. It was like living with the devil. Pure hell and torture everyday.
Turning the doorknob, she stumbled into her room before shutting and locking the door behind her in hopes that a mere door could keep the demons at bay. She oh so ungraciously made her way to the bathroom, wincing as she reached for the light switch. Surely, something was broken. Maybe a rib or two. She didn't need to see herself to know that her cheek had swollen and her nose was bleeding. She dreaded having to look in the mirror. Having to see how weak and broken she really was.Finally finding the light, she was taken aback by her own reflection. Her tear-stained face, the newly forming bruises, the blood.
A broken cry left her lips as she leaned back against the wall, sleek and cold against her heated skin. The girl all but ignored the pain in her side as she let herself slid down to the floor. She brought her knees to her chest, biting down hard before screaming silently into nothingness as time passed. The world continued as she sat there, wishing for death. The pain breathing brought made it seem like a frivolous action.
She finally stood once more, opening a drawer and pulling out some wipes. She began to clean herself up, starting with the blood that had dried on her neck. The bite was deep but not too deep as that she'd bled too much. It was still radiating pain as she lightly ran the sanitary wipe over its opening.
She bit hard on her bottom lip as her ribs jars, feeling a fresh set of tears. She held back as she continued. Bringing a wipe to her lip, now split and red, she wiped away any evidence of blood. There was not much she could do for her ribs though. She ran a cloth under hot water, gingerly pressing it to the freshly bruised area. Closing her eyes, she winced trying not to make too much noise. She sat there, staring at her broken self in the mirror for some time, contemplating whether it was worth it. Living. Being a part of this. Being a murderer.
Her eyes drooped closed and her hand fell away from her side. She let herself fall into the warmth of the darkness as it called to her. She thought maybe this was death. Maybe whatever was up there had finally heard her and had come to take her to a better place. One where she wouldn't have to kill. Wouldn't have to feel pain. A place where she could be happy and free.
Yeah. She thought.
Yeah, that sounds nice. Her body hit the tile floor with a thud and she blacked out.

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Chapter two of nights... I will pick this book back up eventually and finish it... I hope