As I Fall

Nine.

The tattoo, except it says the Manhattan Rights. ^^^^^

Previously~~~~

Last night it hadn't looked so bad, but now you could definitely tell the bruises were from a person. I don't even want to see what the rest of my body looked like. I looked and saw fury in Ashton's eyes and I knew he realized that there was no car accident.

"Skyler, who gave you those bruises?"

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When I was eleven, I had a teacher named Mr. Hamilton.

He had a mustache, and overall looked like a bread stick.

Anyways, that's not important.

As I was saying, Mr. Hamilton was a nice teacher and always seemed to like me despite his general hatred for children. It might have been the bruises on my arms or legs that I had not covered, or it could have been the disgusting amount of makeup that was pilled on my face almost the everyday. Either way, he was under the impression that I was getting abused when I was at home.

The first time he asked me about my home life, I plastered on the biggest smile I could manage and told him all about my mom and how wonderful she was. I told him about the food she would make us and even told him how excited I was for the new baby.

The second time he asked me straight up if I was being abused, and I told him no. I told him that my mom and dad would never think of hurting me and that they called me their little angle. They did, though my dad did only when he was in the middle of fucking me or telling me how perfect my white skin looked covered in bruises. My perfect broken angel, he would tell me.

The third time, when he wouldn't give the issue up, I told him that a cousin of mine had been hurting me, but that my dad took care of the issue and it wouldn't be happening anymore. He seemed skeptical, but accepted it when I thanked him for looking out for me. It was already the end of the year, so I didn't have to worry about him asking anymore questions.

Now, as I'm being stared down by Ashton, I rack my brain furiously to try and come up with a reasonable explanation.

I smirk mentally. Time to bring out the acting skills. Although, most of what I

m telling him is true.

I let out a convincing sigh, "Fine. When I lived in New York I used to fight with these guys called The Rights of Manhattan, actually, I was the best fighter of us girls but-

Ashton's eyes grew to a comically large size. "HOLY SHIT! You worked with the Rights of Manhattan? Those guys are so cool!"

"You know about them?"I couldn't keep the surprise out of my voice. How did he know about a group that lived on the other side of the country?

"Yeah! Everybody in the boxing business knows about them. Those guys are legends. Not only are they the best of the best in fighters, they're the toughest riders and are like notorious for drug deali- Wait, you were in the group?"