His Best Friends Brother bxb

Chapter 1

Ash's POV

Fuck, I need a haircut! Running down the sidewalk, I keep pushing my brown hair out of my face. Blood fills my mouth and covers my lips as I slow down, far enough away from Tyler to know he isn't coming after me.

He's bullied me since I came out but this is the first time he's hit me. Why can't he just leave me alone like everyone else in this town? Whatever, I have a bigger problem now. I can't let Mom see my lip. She'll get worried and she already has to work all the time. She doesn't need more stress.

I'll go to Mercy's. She always knows what to do. I'll just stay at her house tonight. Mom is always okay with that since she works a lot and trusts Mercy's family to make sure I'm not dead. Mercy's mom is always okay with it because her dad works just as much as my mom and she's always welcomed me with open arms.

By the time I get to my best friend's house, I have to keep my hand over my mouth to keep the blood from getting on my shirt. It's my favorite shirt, I don't want blood stains on it.

As I get to the door, none of the cars are in the driveway, which usually means Mercy's home since Oliver is the only one that uses the car they share. I go in, finding Oliver, Mercy's twin brother, on the couch. He's laying across the whole thing doing something on his phone until he glances up for only a split second. He's in ripped jeans and a black band tee.

"Hey, Ash. Mercy's at the store but she should be back any minute." His light brown hair messily falling over his face.

"Cool," I nod and pass the end of the couch that his feet are at, keeping my hand on my mouth.

"Wait," I stop, watching the carpet as I hear him get off the couch. "Why are you holding your face? And why is your shirt all dirty?

"It is?" I turn, trying to look at the back of my shirt only to make the mistake of moving my hand, revealing my bloody mouth.

"Holy shit," the green eyed boy comes over to me, lightly moving my chin up so he can see my lip.

"I'm fine, just gotta clean up," I move away and head upstairs to the bathroom, covering my face again as Oliver's footsteps follow close behind me.

"Let me help," he says. "I know how to take care of it."

"I can handle it," I get into the bathroom, ignoring the door as I run cold water over some toilet paper. I don't need to ruin one of their clothes for this. Oliver's reflection stares down at my lip as I use the wet paper to clean up my face.

"I'll get you some ice," before I can protest, the taller boy is heading downstairs. Sighing lightly, I wash my hands and keep the cold water on my lip. Great, now my favorite shirt has dirt all over it. It's white too. "Here." Oliver gets back with a bag of ice wrapped in a wash cloth.

"It's still bleeding," I tell him before he can touch the cloth to my face.

"This is gonna stop it. I told you, I know how to handle this stuff."

"I don't want to stain it," I pull my head away from the ice as he moves it towards me.

"No one's going to care about that," he shrugs. "Just put it on your lip and it'll stop the bleeding and some swelling."

"It's swelling!?" I turn back to the mirror to look at my lip. It's slightly fatter around the cut now.

"That will stop if you just put this on your face," he holds the ice out to me and I sigh before taking it. "Thank you. Now, what happened?"

"Nothing," I shrug. "Just tripped."

"You know, your ear moves a little when you lie," he states, leaning against the sink next to me.