"I need to see him" I cried into Luke's chest.
"It's okay. Myra will go get him" Luke said while rubbing his hand on my back .
5 minutes later a puffy eyes Ashton comes downstairs next to Myra.
"Ashton!" I gasped. I ran over to him and hugged him. "I'm sorry. I should've stayed with you. I'm such a fucking idiot." I cried even harder now,
"Cass your not an Idiot, I am, for letting you go" He pulled away.
I grabbed on to his arm and flipped it over. There were the fresh cuts on his wrist. Blood was coming out.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't control the pain I was in from you leaving me for a second time. I thought I had you when we were at the park. And then we came to my place and cuddled. But then, of coarse, Niall comes over and you two fall in love. You are probably gonna tell him all this shit when you leave here. I might as well die already. Before Niall kills me." he sobs while turning out the door. As he's about to step out into the road to try to get hit by a huge truck that was coming, I pull on his shirt.
"Ash. Let me talk before you do this" I said keeping a good grip on him.
He turned around and nodded.
"Niall's an asshole. okay? He is with R. He left me last night. I love you Ashton. You're the only one that understands what I've been through. Please don't do it. I love you so Fucking much Ashy"
"Crap. You calling me Ashy is so hot"
I giggled. "please. Stay with us"
"Fine" He wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked inside.
"You two are so flipping cute!" Myra yelled as we walked through the door.
Even though I was with Ashton now, I still hated myself. I was getting so much hate on social media.
'@Casshater101. Cassie is such a slut. She doesn't deserve anyone!'
'@Cassisawhoree. Ugh. Calum, then Ashton, then Calum, then Ashton, then Niall. Wtf is wrong with her'
Even though I knew they were just people sitting behind a computer, they still got to me. I smiled through the pain.
Later that night, I went home after spending a couple hours at Myra and Luke's place.
"Michael!" I yelled to let him know I was home. There was no response. I guess he was probably out with friends getting pizza or picking out new video games.
I grabbed my phone and went on Twitter. As usual, there was all the hate. I started crying. They don't know my personal life. They don't know what's going on.
"Ow" I shrieked as something poked me in my pocket.
I reached in and pulled out a razor. When I saw Ashton at Myra's I saw a razor and took it.
I looked back on my phone screen.
20+ notifications
I cried even harder. The razor trembled in my hand. Should I? Should I not? I debated back and fourth in my head. I shook more and more. I finally made up my mind. I ran upstairs to my room just incase someone came over.
I rubbed the blade in my hand. I lightly pressed it up against my skin.
Knock knock knock!
"Crap!" I hid the razor in my dresser and ran downstairs to see who it was.
