Andy's P.O.V
I curled up in bed, patiently waiting for Ashley to come. He went out after our... Incident? I don't really know what to call it. Ashley was just acting so weird. It was... Scary. He was rough with me, he's usually not like that. It worries me a bit, was he mad at me? Did I do something wrong? I hope not, I don't want to get Ashley mad at me. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself knowing Ashley was mad at me.
I heard the door of the room open and my eyes then traveled over to it. There stood Ashley with a slightly irritated yet calm face. He went over to me and I quickly sat up. Just as I reached out to him, he walked past me and went into the closet. I watched him, confused. Why was he acting like this? Why does he have to be so confusing?
He then came out of the closet with a pair of baggy pants and he was shirtless. Out of habit, I felt my face heat up a bit. He went over to me, and this time he sat down at the edge of the bed. He patted the spot next to him and I crawled over. He laced his fingers through my hair before pulling me forward and placing his lips onto mine. I gasped at the sudden action and I felt him slowly get on top of me, pushing me down in the process.
He bit down on my lip and I pushed him back by his chest before he could do anything else. He looked down at me with that same face again and I scrunched my eyebrows together, getting slightly irritated "A-Ashley, why are you acting s-so weird?". My voice kinda cracked at the end, but other than it was clean and slightly hoarse. He raised an eyebrow and I just stared at him, urging him to answer "I don't know what you're talking about". That sorta ticked me off, my face contorted into maybe, anger? I felt my face change, I felt my expression become stern. Ashley must've noticed because his features softened and he sighed "Nothing Andy, nevermind, let's just go back to bed".
I grabbed him and pinned him down, sitting on his stomach and staring at him sternly, still urging him to give me an answer. His expression then turned to an angry one and I flinched, knowing I quite possibly fucked up. I just said fucked. I need to censor my thoughts. He let out a sort of growl noise and pushed me off him, making me fall to the floor with a thud. I rubbed my back and softly hissed. I looked up to see him rubbing his forehead. He looked down at me and he grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I sat next to him, looking down at the floor with a confused and mad look on my face.I heard him sigh before I felt his hand press onto my thigh, squeezing it softly.
I felt a smile tug at my lips as he gently kissed my forehead and pulled me into his chest. He nuzzled his face into my neck and softly kissed it. He pulled back and he closed his eyes for a second, breathing slowly. He opened his eyes and sighed again "I'm sorry about today, I don't really know what got into me...". He actually felt sorry, I knew that by the way he said it, but he was lying about something. I raised my eyebrow and he frowned and looked down. He laced his fingers into mine and rested his forehead on my shoulder "I was jealous, alright?". I stood silent, not really understanding what he meant. He gave my hand a small squeeze "I don't like seeing you like that with someone else, so close to them. I don't like it, it sickens me, only I should be able to touch you like that". His face contorted to an angry expression and I still stared at him confused, what does he mean?
He looked at me and his expression softened a bit. I tilted my head "What do you m-mean?". He stood quiet for a second before his jaw tightened and he stared at me strongly "You know exactly what I mean". I knitted my eyebrows in confusion again and he just seemed to get even more pissed. He let go of my hand and stared at me dead in the eye "Are you playing dumb or some shit?". His voice sounded beyond mad, and I knew his anger was directed towards me. I flinched back from him and he grabbed me and pinned me down. He grabbed both my hands and pinned them over my head.
His eyes pierced through my skull as I tried pulling on his grip. His hands tightened over mine "You fucking know what I'm talking about. CC? You don't let someone touch you like that". My eyes widened in disbelief, and anger. He was mad because I was next to CC? Seriously?
I stared at him with hard eyes and he returned the look "Say something". I just ignored him "Say something damn it, I know you fucking know what I'm talking about". Yeah Ashley, curse some more, that'll motivate me to speak, you're so smart-
A stinging sensation on my cheek cut off my thought. I stared at the side to which my head was facing due to he impact. Did... did Ashley just slap me? I felt his weight completely leave me and I saw him get up and leave the room, slamming the door shut from behind me.
Ashley just slapped me. I don't know how to react to that. Ashley slapped me. Ashley. The one who promised me he'd never hurt me. Why...? I felt tears prick my eyes. Why of all people, why would he? Of course, his reason was because he was jealous. Because he was jealous of CC. I don't know how to feel. I'm mad. I'm sad. I'm confused. I feel betrayed, used. I just, really don't know how to feel.
I slowly sat up and looked around. I stood up and I walked to the bathroom, hoping I could just take a bath. I closed the door and locked it. I stripped down completely and I got in the shower, closing the shower curtain and putting the water to warm. As I reached for my shampoo to wash my hair, I saw a razor. My hand went to it and I held it for a second. I felt my lungs constrict as I slid down to the shower floor and I removed the blade. I stared at it for a second, then stretched out one of my arms. I pressed the blade down and stared at it as I slowly moved it up. A crimson metallic liquid started oozing out, making my heart drop. I pulled the blade back and I stared at my outstretched hand, water cascading over it and the red substance mixing with it. I pressed the blade down again and slid it down. One more. One more. Another. Again. Once more. Another. Once again. More. More. More.
I dropped the blade and stared at my wrist. My bloodied wrist. My heart constricted and a lump in my throat formed as I pulled my knees to my chest. I hid my face and I let the water cascade over me as I started shaking, tears slowly streaming down my face, as the tub began turning red.
Why? Why did this happen? Why did he slap me? Why did I do this? Why? Why was I dumb enough to believe he liked me anyway? After all, who could like me? Who could like the damsel in distress. The anorexic kid. The emo fag. The mute kid. Who could ever like me? Who could ever like, the broken boy...
A/N:
I'm sorry...
This story will end soon, 3-4 more chapters.
I updated quickly, I know. It's 1350 words, so it's short.
As I promised, a dedication to the first comment.
And a shout out to the rest:
1) Ashley_Styxx
Side Note: I recently explained my name on my wall, you can look it up. Also, I am sorry for the chapter, I know it's triggering. I'm always here to talk if you need someone to talk to, okay? I apologize for the depressive setting, but it is part off the story and plotline.
I love you my Sexicans,
Stay happy not crappy,
Life's a bitch don't quit,
And have a purdy day my Andy-sexuals.
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Andley- "The Broken Boy" (boyxboy)
Fanfiction*Warning* Contains: Self harm, anorexia, depression, suicidal thoughts, abuse, and others. If you are sensitive to any of these, be careful when reading. I don't support any of these, but it's part of the story. Andy has been sent to an Asylum where...
