Just Baby Scars (An Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction)

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(A/N) Oki lovelies, here we go, Chapter 3! Did anyone get a little (tincy wincy) emotional at the end of the last chapter. I mean Michaels' freaking adorable, HOW THE HELL COULD YOU NOT CONSIDER HIM YOUR BROTHER. I'm having an argument with myself... that's embarrassing. To the story! Buh- Bye!

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My house was empty. The living room was dark, only a small peak of sunlight was visible from where I sat. I held my knees to my chest, thinking about the situation that had taken place between Michael and me earlier.

"Try me, Ivy, now tell me," My eyes started to feel heavy, like it was taking everything I had to keep them open. He was literally using my secret against me, Ashton had to have told him for him to bring it up again.

"You are using my secret against me, Michael. What does that seem like to you," I was trying to change the subject from being my fault, he was going to hurt me if I didn't anyways.

"It feels like am your broth-," I cut him off, I'm tired of him using that excuse.

"You are not my brother," I came out barely over a whisper, but it still cut him off.

"What?" I could sense the desperation in his voice.

"You heard me," I was trying to stand my ground against him, but it was extremely hard.

"Then say it again if you mean it," I took a deep breath in knowing what he was trying to do.

"You," I started to get lost in my own thoughts, "Are not my brother."

He took a few steps back, bumping into a pole behind him. His eyes searched mine, he was hoping for a different answer. He didn't get it. He just stood there as I walking past him. He didn't follow me, he didn't call out for me to stop, he just stood there, lost in his thoughts. I broke him, I finally broke him. And I didn't want this.

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It's been about two hours. Michael will probably be home soon, I should clean up this mess. My arms were once again covered in blood, so were my legs and sides, but my arms were most noticeable. I didn't have the want to stand up. I just wanted to sit here forever.

I heard a car pull up in the driveway, whoever it was slammed the car door. Before I could stand up, the door flew open. My eyes barely made it towards the door before I started to get light headed. I could only see silhouette the of the person, but they ran towards me. "Ivy, Ivy, what happened," I recognized the voice, Ashton's. Just the voice I needed to hear.

"Here," He picked me up bridal style, carrying me up the stairs. "Is Mi-," He shook his head cutting me off. I guess Michael not being here is a good thing, I don't think he needs to ever see me like this. Ashton's already seen my cuts before, but what surprises me is how conformable he is with mine.

He opened the door to my bathroom and sat me on the counter. He dampened a rag, looking at me intently, "Are you going to tell me what happened," His voice was calming, one that I really needed right now. I had a feeling he already knew the story, that he just wanted to hear it from my point of view. He brushed his hair back with his hand, frowning slightly at my body. He placed the rag on my arm, making me hiss in pain slightly. "Come on, talk to me," He didn't raise his voice, he was being very patient with me and I appreciated it.

I started from the beginning telling him about Luke's promise and Michaels role in my life. He continued cleaning my arms as I told him about the bullies, and the depression. I told him about the first time I cut, the situation that had happened prior. I kept my voice low when I spoke of anything Michael related, as if Michael was in the next room listening. I told him about what had hopped today with Michael as he started cleaning my legs. He sighed as his finished my legs and lifted up the side of my shirt revealing the new deep cuts. "You know you don't have to do this," He pressed the warm rag against my skin, causing me to bite my lip. I nodded afraid of the yelp that would escape if I opened my mouth.