⚠️‼️THIS WILL CONTAIN SMUT, ALCOHOL, MATURE LANGUAGE, DRUGS, ED, SH, SA, AGE GAP. YOU ARE WARNED. ‼️⚠️
( if you don't know what some of these things means. // Ed : Eating disorder, Sh: Self harm, Sa: S.xual assault. )
This is just small skits/storie...
Characters: Ashton Irwin, Ava. Inspiration: Daddys little girl L.H.
Ashton irwin:
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I'm a man named Ashton. Ashton Irwin. I'm stumbling through the sidewalk, slightly drunk. After a fight with my friend. I needed a walk. I'm 28.
I suddenly see a young girl, she looks familiar for some reason... her clothes are torn up, and she's crying, hard. I soften up, and sober up a little from looking at her. I look at her worriedly, and go in front of her. She doesn't notice me at first.
"Ma'am?" I ask, and crouch down to her level. "Are you okay?"
She looks up at me, and get scared and move back quickly. "S..stay away!" She squeaks. "Hey-- Hey no. It's okay. I'm not here to hurt you--" I say soothingly, "I'm just making sure your okay."
She looks at me hesitately... "M..Mr Irwin?" She asks. I look at her, confused at first. Till I realize she's one of my students at school. "Ava?" I ask, "Is that you? Oh dear, what are you doing here late at night, crying even? What's wrong?" "I... I'm okay-" She starts. "No.. your-" I look down at her leg, her leg is scraped up and bleeding. "Your bleeding honey." She's quiet. "I'm... I'm okay-" She stammer, and lies. "Ava, honey. That's gonna get infected. Here, can you come with me?"
It takes me a few times for her to follow me to my car. I gently set her in the back seat. Before grabbing some bandages, and rubbing alcohol. I go to care for her wounds. "What are you doing out so late Ava? It's like 1 in the morning." She starts sobbing hard. "I ran away from home-" She squeaks into her palms. "Ava? Why?" I ask. She cries harder, and doesn't answer.
Somehow I was able to take her home with me. She's really quiet and timid. "Ava? How about you take a shower dear?" I ask, smiling sympathetically. She nods, and smiles weakly.
I lead her to the bathroom. And I wait in the kitchen. Now that I'm thinking about it-- she always arrived in class with bruises, and cuts on her. I wonder if she was being abused... She's really quiet though. I never asked her about it. I never had the heart.
