Your Sky Blue Eyes

Ashton The Mystery Man

Before we begin I just wanted to say since I am a freshman in high school (Give me a chance please) I may not always upload due to lack of time. I doubt this story will get much attention anyway so no one should mind. But if you do mind, then wait a week or so and I will try to get a section done :) enjoy. 

Also although I am young I would appreciate if you gave the book a taste you can always click off if  you dislike it. Someone reading it actually means so much to me though.

My breath sawed through my body in a panicked rush. My hands shook, my head swirled, the world tilted as if the blow of his hand was knocking me farther and farther from reality.

Sure it stung, the feel of his nails ripping my skin, knuckles denting my face. Yes It hurt. But not as much on the outside as it did on the inside.

On the outside it bruised and bled. But on the inside it ripped me apart. How could someone I once loved turn out to be such a monster? How could such a handsome face be twisted with such cruelty?

It was as if the man I once knew was gone, and in his place stood someone I had never seen in my life.

"I'm tired of your bullshit!" he roared in my face, his hands fisting in the air, his muscles coiling, like a snake prepared to strike. I lowered my head curling inwards as if maybe...just maybe I could shield my heart from the blow that would break my body. He hit me and I cried. For now I had a wound I was not sure would ever heal.

"Please I'm sorry" I sobbed, hands grabbing at my head trying to hold myself together, as if I let go I would crumble apart.

"You cheated!" he roared, another blow raining on my head.

"Justin what is wrong with you? Who are you?" I cried peering at his towering form, hoping that maybe if I looked hard enough I would see the old Justin underneath. He crouched low, his green eyes piercing me. They once held love and kindness, but now the rage swarming them made me think I could be staring at the devil himself.

"This" he said, slapping his chest. "Has always been me"

Although my heart hurts to think about it. Although my brain didn't want to believe it, I couldn't help but wonder, was he telling the truth? Was his charm and love just a glamor, was it all a big lie? I let out a sob my mind running through my veins until every hurt on the outside echoed in the inside as well.

"You, however, what is wrong with you?!" he hissed, snapping his fingers in my face, his jaw set in a hard angered line.

"I didn't cheat, I was late, traffic is a thing!" I snapped angrily. Bad idea, he grabbed me throwing me harshly aside. As if I were a ragdoll. Those hands used to be so gentle, now their ferocity directed at me felt like blades of steel.

I hadn't cheated, and after so long of us being together It hurt me to think he would accuse me, believe that I was capable of such a thing.

In Fact it hurt me when he said every harsh thing about me. It broke me apart from the inside, so much I wondered how long it would be until it started to break me on the outside too? It was almost as if he wanted the things he said to be true, wanted a reason to harm me.

It's funny how you can meet someone so charming, gentle and sweet. Someone whose laugh makes you smile and whose touch makes you burn. And they can turn out to be someone so evil.

It was a gradual difference at first. A harsh grab, maybe an angered look. But then it became unbearable, unreasonable, and unfair. To the point where after months of abuse I was not sure how long it would be till I broke for good.

Scrambling up from the floor I ran towards the door grabbing my purse.

"So you're gonna run away from this?!" he snarled and I ran faster so that his voice wouldn't make its way into my mind.