Scourge x Ashfur

Chapter 6

Scourges P.O.V.
I waited what felt like hours, turns out it was only five minutes that had passed. I sat against the wall by the door to the outside world. I had attempted to text Ashfur, but no response. It went something like this..

Scourge: Ash, where r u?
No reply
Scourge: Dude wth!?
No reply
Scourge: Do u just not care or.. u kno what just text me when u can.
No reply

At this point I was seriously steaming, I didn't think I could be so pissed and irritated at him. Someone I loved so much, but I guess love is interesting. I finally heard that blissful knock at the door. Springing to my feet I ran to the door, swinging it open only to see the most horrid thing in my life. A beaten and bruised Ashfur, bleeding from his ear. A cut from him collar bone to his shoulder blade. The sight was horrific all I could do was stand there looking at him, blood on his shirt. Finally I managed to grab a hold of his arm however, he winced in what I assume was pain and I dropped my grip.

"What did they do to you.."

Those were the only words I could muster out. Following those words was a shaky and broken voice that barley sounded recognizable.

"I am o-.. okay."

His voice cracked, and I stared at the wreckage trying to make sense of it all. You could see the pain in his precious blue eyes. I checked up and pulled him gently into my arms, things weren't okay. We must have sat there for a good 30 minutes to 1 hour, as it was sunset when I let him out of my arms. He was hurting badly, and I would have given everything to help him, but he wouldnt let me in.

"Ash.." I muttered with bated breath watching him sit in my couch.
"I can get you a glass of water.. or we could just go clean yo-......" I was stopped mid sentence with words that peirced my heart, and drew me out cold.

"I am not gay Scourge."

His voice was empty without any sign of emotion. I nearly lost it, but kept myself composed as I knew crying wouldn't do myself any better. If he didn't want me.. want us... what was the use? I looked down at the floor, he coughed and I listened for any words he had to say.

"We can't keep this up Scourge. I know you love me, but there is no way for us to happen."

These words hit me hard. I tried so hard to make it so we could be something, anything. It wasn't good enough, he didn't even flinch at the words that slipped from his lips.

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

With that he got up swiftly, his shirt still damp from fresh blood, and walked out of the door. I broke in that moment - there was no way of keeping any sort of composure in that moment. All I wanted from him was love. I knew that the love I felt for him was never a lie, the only thing that was a lie was the fact I admitted that I didn't. It was pitch black out, no stars, no moon, so I walked up to my bedroom and sat on my bed. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and all I could do was try to wipe away the endless stream of emotional wreck I had become.
I grabbed the sweater he had gave me and sobbed into it, there was nothing else that hurt more in this world than losing him. It was all because of her, a ruthless, cold hearted bitch who had no self respect.  She was the reason I couldn't have him, he was scared of what she would do to him. I didn't blame him, I tried to except the fact that he didn't deserve the way they treated him. It was harder because I tried to justify why a few beatings would be okay in the end. I figured that if we could just hold strong through this hell of a storm, that we would end up together.
It had to have been 4 or 5 in the morning when I finally fell asleep. I woke to the time being 7:02 A.M. he would be in math with Mr. O'Mara, such a dick of a teacher. I continued to lay in the bed, staring up at the ceiling and checking my phone for the slightest hint of love from him. Just one text message, instead of a message from him it was from Holly.