Hidden Scars (Ashton Irwin fanfic)

Chapter 7

I shakily stood up and took in deep breathes, trying to calm myself. The blood running down my face had gone cold and I knew it would make it easier to clean off. My fingers wrapped around the lock as I slid it open and pushed the door weakly. I lifted up my sweatshirt to see the damage that had been caused on my stomach. Sure enough all of my cuts had been tore open leaving my stomach full of red. On top of that there was a huge welt on my left ribs. I let my shirt slide down as I walked over to grab some paper towels. The door creaked open and I immediately turned around facing opposite direction and casually walking away. "Hey, Tor I've been looking for you!" Ashton's words stopped me dead in my tracks. I had no where to run and hide. He'd see the wreck that I am and I didn't want that yet.

"H-hey," I stuttered still not facing him. "I th-thought you were s-sick." I knew that he could hear the tears in my voice.

"Um, I went to the doctor today and they gave me some medicine so I told my mom I could come pick you up." I nodded my head and shifted on my seat as we stood in an awkward silence. "Tor, are you okay?" Ashton asked, breaking the silence. No I'm not okay I wanted to say. I'm broken. I'm bruised. I'm hated. Please don't leave me. I wanted to tell him everything but I couldn't get those words to form.

"Yeah I'm f-fine. Just n-not feeling w-well," I lied. I was getting better at that day by day.

"Maybe you caught the same thing I had. We have so more medicine at home that you can take."

"No I'll be fine." I tried to shrink into my sweatshirt so I was no longer viable to the human eye.

"Tori tell me what's wrong. I know there's something more than just feeling sick. You can trust me." He walked closer and tried to reach for my hand but I pulled away. "Did I do something? Tell what I did so I can make it better." When I didn't reply he came up behind me and laced his arms under mine, hugging my stomach. I winced in pain and felt a tear fall down my cheek. "What's wrong with your stomach?" He asked dropping his arms.

I took a few steps forward. "Nothing," I lied again.

"What the hell is going on!?" He shouted. "You won't let me touch you. You won't even let me see you and now you won't tell me what's wrong!" Ashton grabbed my shoulders and whipped me around so he could see me. He dropped his arms and stumbled back. "Babe...what happened?" I covered my chest with my hands and slid down the wall.

"I'm s-sorry," I mumbled. I hid my face in my knees when he came over and tilted my chin up to examine the cuts and bruises.

"Don't be sorry. Who did this to you?" Ashton didn't sound as angry as Luke did. His voice only held concern. Very deep concern.

"It doesn't matter," I whispered. He looked up at me as if I had gone crazy. I saw the anger flash in his eyes as he ran his thumb across my bruised cheek.

"Of course it matters!" He said raising his voice but not quite to a yell. "Was it Bree? One of the other cheerleaders?" The thought of remembering everything made my eyes weep. I saw the pain in Ashton's eyes. Just seeing me cry hurt him.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. He sat down on the floor beside me and pulled me to his chest, letting me cry.

"Sh sh. Babe calm down. It's alright." He held me gently and rubbed circles in my back.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to have to deal with this." I couldn't help but blabber on. The silence seemed deadly and didn't help that I felt so guilty.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he said, shushing me. "You didn't do anything wrong. Now, please babe, tell me who did this to you." His eyes pleaded for me to tell him but I didn't want to. "You can trust me, Tor."

"It was Grayson and his friends," I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me.

"Did you just say Grayson?" Ashton said through gritted teeth. I looked down and tightly wrapped arms around myself.

"Yes," I whispered not daring to look at his face. "I'm sorry." I heard Ashton take in a deep breath before he stood up and walked over to the sink. I looked up to see him wetting a paper towel.

"I'll take care of Grayson later," he said as he walked over to me. "I have to help you first." He placed the wet towel on my face and my breath hitched at the pain.

"I'm sorry I'm making you go through all of this," I said guiltily. His eyes shot up to my own immediately.

"You haven't done anything. You have nothing to be sorry for." I could see the anger in his expression but when he spoke to me it was soft and gentle. I didn't say anything back until Ashton finished wiping off my face.

"How bad does it look?" I asked. I didn't want to have to look in the mirror in case I would start crying again. Ashton pulled me tony feet and embraced me in a hug. "Ash that hurts," I exclaimed as a shooting pain shot through my stomach. He immediately dropped his arms and backed away.

"What's wrong with your stomach?" He asked curiously.

"N-nothing," I stuttered. "I r-really do feel sick." Ashton gave me the look that told me he knew I was lying.

"Let me see." He started walk towards me. I knew he was going to lift my sweatshirt up and I didn't want him to see anything.

"N-no," I said, stumbling backwards. I fell in the wall and stood there, bracing my self to swat Ash away.

"Tori, you have to trust me." He stepped closer and I had no where to go. His hand reached out and I wanted to push him away but my body wouldn't listen. My heart was beating in my chest as he grabbed the hem of my sweatshirt. He lifted it up slowly not moving his eyes from mine til he finally looked down. The look on his was unmissable. Pure and utter disgust.

A/N
Hey guys so sorry for the wait on this chapter but I haven't really been on my phone much lately. I hope you like this chapter!

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