Gangs / Ashton 5sos (Being Editted)

Chapter 23 (Pt 2)

Here's part two guys! Enjoy =-) x

Brooke's POV:

Ashton obliged to follow Brooke up the long slightly fading coloured stairs to their shared room, Brooke's patience at a thin line of confused anger and upsetting sadness. She didn't know which felt worse, the fact that Ashton was getting worse clearly because of her or the fact that all they did was argue and Ashton took his anger out on everyone. Brooke tried and tried and tried her hardest at all times to push Ashton in the right place and not towards the angry demon he had inside him, but it always somehow won.

"This has got to stop Ashton!" Brooke scolded her boyfriend as soon as the door closed shut, her slightly wide eyes staring him down with confused sadness, her eyes glossy and her mouth slightly parted in hurt.

"What's got to stop?" Ashton spat angrily, his body turning away from her and to the balcony, pushing the doors open with force causing a loud bang to echo around the quiet room and Brooke's body to jump slightly with fright. Brooke refused to show weakness or any sort of fear towards this boy whom she loved dreadfully.

"You feed off of people's fear to feel more power over them, it's hurtful and terrifying; not to me, but to them and their families." Brooke paused for a second to close her eyes and take a deep breath, Ashton's back still to her, "Why are you so angry all the time?" Brooke's voice was strong, commanding and powerful, something Ashton hated about her.

"Ha, you make me laugh Brooke, honestly I'm humoured. Why do you think I'm angry all the time? Because we fight 24/7 and I'm sick of it. You can't keep ordering me down as if I'm some lap dog to do as you please to, I'm the leader here and I'm sick of you pushing me around." Ashton's tone turned from amused to annoyed to fury within seconds of speaking, his voice rapidly changing to a deeper and more dangerous one.

"There are people in this house who are scared to death of you, Carl being one of them and you just love to get a rise out of people don't you? Constantly arguing with me for an excuse for your anger, pathetic! Those people you've hurt are human beings and good one's at that, maybe not Angels but good people deep down. You shouldn't get some type of pass to walk around like you own the place and boss everyone around like you own their lives." Brooke's determination gave her a real boost to look Ashton directly in the eyes and stare him down, something not even his friends had ever done.

The last person who stared Ashton down ended up dead. Tragically enough Brooke didn't care because deep down she knew Ashton wouldn't lay a finger purposely on her.

"Stop. It." Ashton spat furiously, his coldly glaring dark eyes starring squinted into Brooke's eyes, copying his actions. Ashton split within seconds and screamed out angrily, throwing a vase to the floor, Brooke's body jumping only a second from the sudden fast movement and quick sound.

"I'm not doing anything." Brooke raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest, fastening them securely to show her authority. Her lips pressed into a firm line and an emotionless expression broke out onto her face.

"Your so difficult!" Ashton yelled annoyed, throwing another source of a glass object to the floor, sort of throwing a tantrum like a child who didn't get the toy they wanted.

"So are you!" Brooke argued back annoyed, dropping her hand onto her propped hip and resting it there, the other joining on the other side. Ashton shook his head and threw off his bloody t-shirt and replaced it with a black tank top and gym shorts, trainers joining it seconds later and a gym duffel bag slung onto his shoulder.

"Where do you think your going?" Brooke asked strongly, not backing down to the powerfully dangerous and scary man in front of her that she loved.

"To the gym, don't wait up." His tone was flat, no emotion other than anger hidden beneath it. Brooke inhaled through her nostrils with squinted eyes and sighed, throwing her clothes onto the bed.

"Fine, go." Brooke copied his tone and continued to strip down of her clothing, a grunt of angry annoyance escaping Ashton's mouth before the door slammed furiously shut behind him, Brooke's body once again jumping slightly at the loud noise.

Brooke collapsed to the ground slowly, the dark brown rug soft beneath her fingertips as she lay down on it, her body giving up at holding the "strong" facade any longer. Ashton just needed time to cool down, they both did and she knew that. Brooke let her head lay down and her body turn onto her right side facing the door, her tears freely falling down her cheeks, her lips quivering, her eyes closing due to her tiresome sleepless nights. Her hands shook slightly and so did her body as her sobs got louder and more tears were created.

Brooke didn't know how much more of this she could take, it was physically killing her to upset the both of them. She knew Ashton never meant any of the things he said when he was angry but they still hurt, especially the little insults that flew from his lips.

"I just need a bath and a little me time, that's all Brooke, your okay." Brooke whispered to herself sadly as she slightly calmed down. She pulled herself up and dragged her body into the black and white hexagon tiled bathroom, starting to run the bath. Her walked over the sink and splashed her face with cold water, spluttering and gasping slightly at the cool stub stance on her face and hands.

She looked up at herself and sighed, more hair moulting from the stress she was under. Pushing her hair aside she removed all clothing items and stepped into the still running bath, her iPod touch playing the beautifully soothing music of Ed Sheeran and many more amazing artists. She lay back in the hot clear liquid around her body and sighed in relaxation; something she hadn't had in a while.

Brooke was a strong girl and she could definitely stand up for herself when needed, hence why she stood up to Ashton and wouldn't back down until he was squirming in discomfort of someone telling him what to do for once. Ashton hated being told what to do but for Brooke, perhaps he might change. It wouldn't be certain but most likely, a success to help out one in need of it. Brooke just needed a little time to herself and so did Ashton, so for the time being she would enjoy her bath and angelic music playing softly in the background, whilst Ashton beat the shit into bunching bags all afternoon.

They just needed a little time apart, but perhaps something more dangerous could persuade them to stick together . . . perhaps.