It's Only Time (Ashton Irwin Fanfiction based on Dark)

Chapter 18

*Thanks to Sarah (cscrazylife) for the help! Enjoy(:- Reagan*

**ashton's POV**

I ripped the ciggeratte out from my teeth and spat angrily on the ground. How do I keep Brie safe, when we're all over the fucking tv? Gang memebers who sell drugs have enough money for a tv. They can see us! I stopped myself before punching the outside wall of the gas station. The manager gave me a strange look and I turned away. I need to see Brie. As strange as it sounds, even though she was my greatest problem, she calmed me down. Brie wasnt like any of the girls I had taken before - those girls usually didnt mind. I never grew attached to them, just kept them for fun, threw them out when their bodies got wasted. But Brie, god damn her, I had only slept with once, and was falling more and more in love with her each day. Knowing I was protecting her is what kept me from jumping off the nearest cliff. And trust me, I had thought about that. I walked down the block to Samantha's house, passing an alley on the way. I sighed, pausing. The first time I finally got Brie alone was in an alley. She was so scared. That only drew me towards her more...

"Well, well.. Ashton Irwin."

I turned, my curls bouncing. Standing right in front of was Jonathan, leader of the biggest gang I'd been searching for.

"Look, I dont want any trouble.." What the hell was I saying? All i wanted in life was to beat the living fuck out of this guy.

"Oh." Jonathan smiled. "Well I just want the oppiste." He lounged towards me and I ducked.

Jonathan screamed, yanking me by my shirt off the ground. This time, I did nothing. I let my body go limp, and just let out a struggled whimper while his fist collided with my stomach, over and over. The fight was almost over, I was dying out. Blood from so many spots, soaking my shirt. I yelped in pain when I felt a tooth from the back of my mouth fall.

"C'mon!" Jonathan screamed. "Fight back, you faggot! Don't you have any reason to fight back?"

Brie. I pushed my limp body off the ground, spit some blood, and jumped on Jon. I forced my arms up and punched him square in the jaw. He pushed me off and the fight lasted until I yanked out my knife, and stabbing him in the cheek. His mouth contorted around the new feeling in his jaw, and he ripped it out. Bad idea. Blood squirted everywhere and he clutched his face. I took this time to run and when I was three seconds from opening the door to Sam's home, it flung open and Brie stepped out. She had some cash in her hand, she must be going for something. As soon as she saw me she stopped.

"Ashton?" She whispered.

I produced my box of ciggerattes and let them fall to the pavement.

"I got the smokes."