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Chapter 94

June 12th

Atlas's POV

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" I shout slamming my fist against the wall. "Shit!" I hiss at the now very noticeable dent. I had been doing this action repeatedly. Taking my wand from my back pocket I point it at the hole. "Reparo" I mutter the spell I had to learn after doing it the first time. Watching the wall mend itself was satisfying in a way.

I throw the wand back onto my bed before going to the door. Why won't he tell me who it is... why won't he tell us. The only people he hangs out with are Kiara and Thomas, and I can't just go crazy at Thomas because I didn't trust him the first time and this happened.  Plus he was the only one comforting Ash when I was being the worst boyfriend imaginable.

It's all my fault... "wait... bloody hell what if it's been happening longer" I think out loud. I shake my head before running out the door. I didn't waste a second running up to Asher's room.

Opening his door to be met by his parents sitting on either side of his bed. "Let me go back to school" he mumbles staring forward at the wall. He was a mess, ointments over his rash like hickeys. Bandages over the marks... nails that dug into his skin.

"Asher Wren Weasley! Tell us who did this to you!" Fred shouts making the boy flinch. "Nothing happened" he whispers making the two sigh. "This is not funny, we can clearly see the marks" "after 2 weeks, they're still there!" The both of them shout as tears flood from his eyes.

"I have to protect her" he mumbles. "If you tell us what's wrong, we can help whoever this girl is!" His dad groans. "Excuse me" I call them. All three whip their heads to me and I chew my lip nervously.

"Uncle George, Fred can I talk to you?" I ask and they nod standing. We walk to the corner of the darkened room and I look back to my fragile boyfriend. I still haven't been able to have a full conversation with him in a month or more.

"What if- what if it's been going on longer than our fight?" I whisper and their faces drop. "Bubba how long has this been going on," his papa asks and Asher keeps his face straight.

"I'm tired" he mumbles. He wasn't trying to be defiant he just seemed broken. No smile, dull eyes which just displayed a broken look. "If we send you to school... will you eventually tell us," Fred asks, looking to George for some reassurance.

We both shared the same shocked looked. "Pumpkin you can't be serious" he groans but the words had already caught Ash's attention. "Eventually yes" he answers, and it shut us all up.

All three of us look at him with concerned glances. "If you go back you must be with somebody in this family, one of the professors, Kiara, or Thomas!" His father warns him getting a nod.

"Okay thank you" he whispers and his parents go back to talking. "I don't like this... what does he have on our baby" Fred breaks hugging George, as I step forward slowly making my way to Ash.  I almost broke down when I saw him playing with the ring still on his finger. "It kept me calm" he whispers and I nod biting my lip, trying to stop my tears.

"Yeah, so does mine... wait kept?" I ask while showing him my ring. He gives me his first smile in a while before looking at my other hand. "Dad! Papa! His hand!" He shouts sudden emotions coming back.

"My what?" I look to my hand and freeze. "What the fuck!" "We're so blind!" They shout. My knuckle was bloody and beaten. "You know now that I see it, it kinda hurts" I hiss as the buzz starts to wear off.

"Atlas let me take you to your dad" His papa grabs my arm as I look back to Asher who was now sobbing into his dad's arms. "Did I do that!?" He cries while his dad rubs his back.

I pull my arm out of Fred's grip and run back to Asher. "Listen, none of this is your fault" I reassure him touching his face for the first time in what felt like a month.

He shakes his head not believing me. "It's all my fault" he chuckles sadly. "Asher no-" I'm cut off as Uncle Fred begins pulling me away. "I'm sorry I'm hurting you" he cries while I'm pulled out of the room.

"Wait! I have to go back- I have to tell him it's okay!" I beg. Fred has a hurt look but doesn't stop. "We need to stop the bleeding" he sighs. "Draco!" He continues not letting me talk. "Albino rat!" Uncle Fred yells louder and my dad comes running down the hall.

"What! Is everything okay!?" He asks rubbing his eyes. "Well not sure" he sighs showing dad my hand. "Bloody hell!" was his only response looking between my face and my hand. "Go back to your son, prince come with me" he pulls me into the kitchen as I sigh. "I'm fine it just hurts a bit" I groan while he grabs a towel from the counter.

"Actually wait-" he leans over to grab another one. Rushing to the freezer he takes some ice wrapping it in one of his towels dampening the other in water. "Sit" he commands me and I do that sitting on a stool.

Taking the dampened cloth, he slowly and carefully wiped away the blood. "I've got to make sure there isn't any glass? What exactly did you hit?" He asks squinting at my hand.

"Mywall" I grumble and he continues to work at my hand. "Hmm?" He asks not hearing my mumbles. "My wall, I punched my wall in anger... before you get mad- I patched it up" I explain getting a worried sigh.

"Please, don't lose it. You know how your Papa gets, this whole house is losing it over Asher" he shakes his head. "Ow! What was that for!" I shouted looking at my injury. "Atlas you have a damn piece of drywall in your hand" he scoffs.

"Oh really? Cool'" I lean over to get a closer look. "First off not cool, second move you're blocking my light, third Atlas you really fucked up your hand" he shakes his head.

I move back with a pout "He's protecting someone" I explain and my dad nods going to his cabinet full of herbs. "And the truth serum?" He asks coming back with some red leaves.

I shake my head. "Refused to take it, and he's too smart. We tried putting it in his food and drinks but he just refuses to eat." I choke out staring off. I can't cry. I won't cry. "Damn it!" I yell my anger getting the best of me again.

I slammed my non-injured fist onto the counter with full force. "Atlas! Calm down!" My father grabs my hands to keep me still. I let my head hang trying to hold back my cries that were threatening to come out.

"They touched him, they did things to him and I did nothing, how far do you think they've gotten to him... Dad we found fucking makeup in his room. His face was red and beaten. Don't get me started on how tidy he usually is, but his room was trashed" I gasp for air realizing I had stopped breathing trying to hold back my cries.

"I h-haven't held him in weeks, I haven't told him I lo-love him" I stutter to my dad as he carefully and gently placed the herbal leaves onto my cuts. I grimace when pressure applies itself while he begins wrapping the bandage around it. It takes him a few tries before he successfully gets it.

I just stare at my hand. As my dad engulfs me in a hug. "No that I've got that bandaged... I'm here to help" he whispers rubbing my back. I nod refusing to make eye contact. "Atlas look at me" he whispers sternly and I do.

"It's okay to cry" he sighs as the tears start to become too much, leaving my eyes involuntarily. "No" I shake my head but he grabs my shoulders keeping me still. "Do you see me as strong?" He randomly asks but I nod. "Well of course" I try to wipe away the stray tears.

"I cry all the damn time, your papa went through so much bullshit I was constantly worrying for him, yet I'm still strong, it's okay to cry" he to comforts me and it sort of worked because I burst into a sob leaning over the counter.

"We aren't going to stop until we find who did this" he sneers and I continue to nod, not even sure what to say anymore. I promised to take care of him. I promised to keep him safe.

"I lied to him... I lied" I break down in my dad's embrace. "How did you lie baby?" He asks kissing my head. "I couldn't protect him" I sob. "Do you want to go see Papa? I'm sure some cuddles from him will help" He asks and I nod.

"Will you stay?"

"Of course"