Mending|a.i

Chapter 3: The Reason Why

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Ashton's P.O.V

I drove my cherry red Mustang down the street. I stuck my arm out the window and held onto the steering wheel with one hand. My girlfriend's hand was on my thigh. Her hand crept dangerously close toward my inner thigh.
"Izzy, stop." I said chuckling. Isabel was a tall skinny girl. She was about five-foot eight-inches. She had long brunette hair and a sun tanned body. She had striking green eyes and plump pink lips. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it.
"Ashy, drive faster." She said seductively, biting her lip. I gulped slightly and looked at her again. She looked amazing in her booty shorts and crop top. She always did show off a little bit of skin, but now that she was mine, she showed off a lot of skin.
"I threw the spaghetti all over Maisie today, just like you asked. So now, you have to reward me." She said trailing her fingers dangerously close. That's right, Maisie. I didn't get to see her covered in spaghetti sauce, but I would have loved it. Maisie wasn't a bad person she was just a bump in my life.

I quietly stood in front of the school, waiting for my dad. I was only seven, but I knew better than to disobey my dad. I had to stay exactly where He told me to go. And this was it.
"What are those bruises from?" Someone asked. I turned around and saw my classmate, Maisie.
"Oh, uh, it's nothing." I said quickly. If dad knew I said something I'd never see daylight again.
"It's not nothing they're everywhere." She said. I shook my head. She grabbed my arm and softly rubbed over the bruises. Her touch was light, like a feathery touch. She softly brushed over each bruise with her small, delicate fingers.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven! Seven bruises on your arms!" She said loudly.
"They're just from riding a horse." I lied. Maisie sighed and stared right at me.
"Where did you ride the horses?" She asked. I looked behind her and saw a little farmhouse on the hill.
"My house." I said quickly. She'll never know that it was my dad and not the horses.
"Ashton, you don't own any horses. I've been to your house." She said.
"Shit." I whispered. Maisie's eyes widened.
"That's a bad word!" She said in shock.
"Oops sorry, I learned it from my dad, but he's an adult he can say that word." I quickly added. Her mouth was agape as she stared at me.
"It was your dad!" She shrieked loudly. I cringed and shook my head.
"No, my dad would never do that." I said quickly.
"Your a bad liar." She said casually. I wanted to cry knowing she was going to tell someone. She shook her and and hugged me.
"I'll never tell anyone, ever." She said sweetly. I nodded and bit my cheek. She nodded and smiled at me, then slipped away. I turned around and saw my dad in his car. He was staring at me wth furious eyes. He heard. I slowly walked to the white truck. I opened the passenger door and jumped inside.
"Hi dad." I said sweetly, trying to mask my fear. I closed the door and buckled up. My dad started the car and began driving. It was a silent ride except for the heavy hammering in my chest.
"You told. You said something to that little girl, didn't you?" My dad questioned. I shook my head.
"No." I said.
"Liar!" He yelled. His hand whacked down on top of me. His large hand smacked my head. I cringed as I felt the immediate painful ache in my skull.
"You are going to get punished at home."  My dad growled. I sat in the passenger seat, biting my cheek so the tears wouldn't fall.

Izzy's hand moved down my stomach, tracing my abs. Izzy bent over and kissed down my chest.
"Izzy I'm going to crash this car." I said sternly.
"Oh, did I make you mad." She asked giggling. Okay, she was hot, but also annoying at the same time.
"Izzy, stop. I mean it." I said. She seemed shocked and pulled her hand away from my thigh. She stared at me for a while.
"So, that's it?" She said, "I do everything for you and you can't do one thing for me?" She shrieked. I sighed.
"I did not say that. I just need you to stop so I can focus on driving." She put her hand back.
"So we can't, just, pull over?" She said seductively. I sighed angrily. My brain was clouded with a mix of all emotions, but anger overpowered all of them. I drove down her street, pulled over, and looked at Izzy. She started to peel off her top, but I stopped her.
"I need you to get out of my car." I said. She looked at me with a shocked face, "Now." I said. Izzy glared at me and got out of my car, making sure to slam the door when she got out. I sighed and leaned my head against the steering wheel. I wanted to scream and cry all at once, but I couldn't.

My dad threw me inside. I landed hard on the laminate tiles. I quickly got up and ran to my bedroom. I slammed the door and put my chair up against it. I ran and hid under my bed. I heard footsteps come up the stairs. My heart was hammering in my chest. I heard the doorknob shake. I held my breath, but then it stopped, it was quiet. There were no footsteps, no yelling, nothing. Then splinters flew everywhere. I saw the tip of an axe go through the door. It disappeared only to come down again. I screamed and opened my window. I tried to push through the screen, but his large hand grabbed me and threw me on the floor. I got up to run, but he started kicking me. His hard boot kicked me in the nose. I felt the hot liquid ooze out of my mouth. I looked up, black spots were in my vision. I saw my dad above me. He gripped the axe and took a step back. This was it. He was going to kill me. He raised the axe. I saw him lift it above his head. A loud noise, like a firework, burst through the room. My dad's body fell limp and lifeless on the floor. I saw my mum's familiar face above me. She had tears streaming down her face. She pulled me into her arms and hugged me close.
"It's okay, baby. No one will ever hurt you now." My mum carried me to the bathroom. She wet a washcloth and put it on my face.
"It's okay honey, you're going to be alright." She said with a shaky voice. I looked at my hand. It has the thick, sticky liquid on my hand. It coated my palm. I realized this was not my blood.

This was my father's.

I lifted up my head, I felt tears streak my face. It was all Maisie's fault she's the reason your dad is dead. Aren't you relieved your dad isn't alive anymore? The voices battled in my head. Maisie didn't do anything. She did everything. She practically saved you. He almost killed me for that. Well thanks to her, he's gone. My only father role model is gone. I really wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to run to Maisie's house and hug her but also hurt her at the same time. I was so confused. That's the reason why. Because the voices battle in my head, and somehow the bad one always wins. Maisie is the solution to my problem.