Temporary Kisses

Part 9

-Asher's POV-
This will be quite a drama filled chapter...We basically learn a lot more about Asher and his back story and why he is the way he is and also why he reacts so harshly to a silly insult like stupid...read on to learn more.

I was awoken by an obnoxious and repetitive beeping noise. My head was pounding and every inch of my body was stiff and burning, and that's when I remembered what had happened to land me in here. Shit. Now Cat and her friend know I fight. I opened my eyes only to squint at the bright lights of the room. I lifted my head slightly to survey the area I was in but my wince of pain alerted all of those who were in the room. Nolan and Xander were the first ones to come up. "Ash, man...you got wrecked, what happened out there?" Asked Xander with a small frown on his lips.
"You're done" Whispered Nolan "You're not fighting anymore, that's it, you're through" He said, louder this time. My eyes widened at what he was saying.
"But Nolan, you know I need to, it's the only way we c-"
"Quit it Asher! You almost died out there! We'll work something else out" He said dismissively and walked out of the room without another word or even a glance back.
"I almost di-" I trailed off whilst seeing Xander nodding slightly with a regretful expression. I hung my head slightly and attempted to run a hand through my hair, only to worsen my already painful headache. I saw Cat standing in the corner teetering on her feet awkwardly in the corner. She caught me looking and held my gaze for a few seconds before Xander caught on. He nodded respectfully and took his leave, leaving me and Cat in the hospital room...alone.
"Cat I-"
"Asher...WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!" She shouted causing me to wince at the sudden and loud noise piercing my eardrums.
"Cat I have a reason I j-" I stopped instantly and stayed quiet...I wasn't ready to share this.
"Yeah ,a fucking shitty reason you fucking brainless retarded fool!" She screamed and I snapped. I hadn't been called that since my parents...
"Get out..."I whispered almost inaudibly.
"What? I just said you were st-" She stopped and her eyes widened as she realized what she'd called me and my previous reaction the last time she had said a similar thing.
"Asher I'm so sorry I didn't mea-" She said quickly whilst walking towards my bedside slowly as if afraid of my next actions.
"GET OUT!" I roared and held my head as it ached and pounded. I held my head in my hands as I heard the door slam shut and to confirm her absence ,I lifted my head up slightly to see Xander and Nolan standing in front of me in the doorway with confused expressions and raised eyebrows.
"S-she said what d-dad used to s-say to me...word for fucking word... brai-"
"Brainless retarded fool..." Nolan finished for me with his head hung low. I was never good enough for them. My dad called me that even when I came out of school with an A, despite him buying my sister a car as a 'reward' for getting a C. It was as though I had drawn the short straw in the family along with Nolan. Our own parents despised and hated us, you could see it in their eyes...blatant disgust at what they had created. Their precious daughter however could do no wrong and on the other hand, me and Nolan could do no right, no matter how hard we tried and even if we actually succeeded in something...it still was never good enough. When our parents died, they left us not a single penny or item, the entire lot went to Octavia. We were kicked out of our own home by our parents' will and our own sister, and forced to live in the slums of Brazil. I joined a fight club to scrape together money for survival whilst Nolan worked as a waiter with abuse being constantly thrown at him because of who we were. After all, we were the vulnerable children of billionaires and would fetch a high ransom...little did they know, no one gave enough of a shit about us to pay a single penny. We had finally pulled together just enough for two plane tickets to England by the time I was 17. I joined the English fight club as soon as I found one and began adding to my canvas of scars I called my body (No he doesn't self harm I meant the ones his opponents give him)...it was the only thing I knew. Nolan pulled himself together and stopped drowning in the bottle, finishing his previous degrees to be a teacher and reluctantly let me continue to fight competitively to control my anger at my parents and at the world. Everything we did was because we had to...yet no one could see that. I was just a misfit to everyone else, fighting for money was a sin to our religious parents, but we stopped believing in God after the situations we had to face ALONE. They would be turning in their graves at some of my...recent decisions. We were nothing to them. To everyone else, we were just poor thugs with me being pierced and tattooed, yet that also held some appeal to girls at school, but if they knew who I really was...what I was really like, they'd run a mile away and stay there. My anger was my downfall, explosive and violent. I guess that's what you get for holding it in for fifteen years of your life...one day you'll just explode and that's why I was so good at fighting...just imagine 15 years of anger targeted at one person. I was 19 years old now and in those four years, nothing had changed apart from the scenery, yet I could feel my icy exterior melting when I was with Cat and her bright as the sun personality...but not even she could thaw out my icy interior...I was too far gone to be saved and I think it was time that EVERYONE realized that. I was an empty shell unable to feel any emotions apart from anger and resentment. With no proper aim or goal in life, I was just a drifter and soon, I'd just drift off the top of the waterfall and sink down to the bottom where I'd stay until I finally drowned.
Bit of a short chapter today and it's around 100 words less than usual...but I just thought that would be an ideal place to leave off :D