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

Chapter 20

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Samantha and Harry returned home about a half hour later, Ashton finally let me call. I was lying in the bedroom Sam had given me and Ash in his american flag shirt and a snapback over my messy hair. Ashton was next to me, topless, flipping through the newspaper.

"Find anything?" I asked.

He shook his head and flattened himself against the bed. I took advantage of his weakness to sit on his torse.

"Fuck, watch the bruises." He mumbled. I laughed and kissed each bruise along his rib cage and chest. When I reaches his lips, I pulled away. Ashton smiled underneath me. "You're a fucking tease, Brie West." I giggled and climbed off him.

"No, get back here. I like when you're on top."

I smacked Ashton playfully and turned on my side, letting Ashton play with my hair. He braided one, took it out and started all over. It gof quiet in the room and he must have noticed because he used the time to question me.

"What are all your scars from?"

I winced. I had scars on my arms, my hips, my legs, and a few burns on my stomach. I hated exposing them to anybody, but Ashton made me feel safe. I took a deep breathe.

"When I was 12 my dad left. Me and my mom are alone. Well, now its just her, I guess. Anyways, after he left I was severely depressed. I used to cut and burn and yank out my hair. I always blamed myself for him living. I was put in therapy at 14, and by the time I turned 15 I was sompletly sober." A few tears had managed to escape and Ashton used his thumb to wipe them away.

"Brie, I.."

"It's ok. I'm ok now." I cut him off and smiled slightly to him. Ashton shook his head at me and pulled me so I was cradled on his lap. He massged by back and kissed the top if my head. In the back of my mind I wondered how he became so good. Within the past few days, he became pess bad and more good. I loved him more for it. I slide off his lap and started reaching for the newspaper. "Let's keep looking." I said, but was cut off by a bang and a scream. Ashton's head snapped up and another high pitched scream and an "Ashton!" pierced the air. I flinched almost instantly.

Harry.

Ashton shoved me to the floor, and I didn't bother yelling. He pushed passed me and ran down the stairs.

"Harry? Harry?!" He called frantically. I practically heard his breathe stop from downstairs. "Sam?" His voice went from playful with me, frantic with Harry, and dreadful with Samantha. "Brie?! Call 911?" I yanked out my iPhone, still on the floor where Ashton shoved me. when the lady asked me if they are any inguries, I ran downstairs and stopped dead when I hit the kitchen.

Ashton sat, sobbing, into a pool of blood by Samantha's head. Harry was nowhere to be found.

"Hello?" The dispatcher asked.

"Um, yes, inguries to the head." I whispered.

She sent an ambulance to the house, and I hung up, placing a hand on Ashton's back. I was startled when he shook me off. "Go." He pointed a finger to the stairs. "Go back upstairs."

I felt the confusion writtin on my face. "Ashton, I.."

"Brie!" Ashton roared, and I skittered backwards, scared. "Get the fuck upstairs!" He began to sob uncontrollably and my heart melted. I reached out again but this time he slapped me straight across the face. I held my cheek and bit my tongue to keep from crying. "Get upstairs." He growled. I didn't know what else to do so I obeyed. Once in the safty of my room, I stared in the mirror and watched the red mark on my face grow. It throbbed, and I sucked in air, doing everything in my power to not break down. So much for kind Ashton. I heard the ambulance arrive and glanced out the window. I watched as Ashton pushed away a paramedic, pointed inside for him, and ran off. I sunk further from the window when Ashton's head snapped up to where I was. I looked back again, heisetant, and we lovked eyes. He stood next to a bush, just about to walk right into the road. He held up one finger to his lips, and pointed to a newspaper stack on somebodies lawn. I nodded, understanding. Then he pulled out just the tip of a gun for me to see, and fled down the street. I watched him run until he was just a shadow, and headed towards the newspaper on the bed.

'Gangs headed for the heart of New York City' it read.

I sucked in my stomach and marched back to the window. If Ashton was heading for the center of New York, he was going the wrong way. He needed to head west, but he was going north. My phone bleated in my pocket and I pulled it out.

From: Ashton

'Get ready Brie.'

I looked back out the window and saw an officer taking Sam's body away. Get ready? What the hell does that mean?

*Ooooh, so what's gonna happen?!?!?! I don't even know tbh. So, I updated a relativly longer chapter, and added fluff(: you're all welcome. Anyways, again, kik me hiyareagan, or tweet me @bowtieashton if you have something to share with me. Love yas xx-Reagan**