Labels│simon minter / ashley marie surcombe

IX. "get it homie"

when bae rejects you lol ^

READ THE NOTE AT THE END OK I NEED YOUR OPINION ON SOMETHING

disclaimer- this chapter does have a bit of blood description so yeah apologies if you're very squeamish but it's not that bad I don't think... I did warn you in the beginning of the book lol

+Ashley Marie+

I watch Simon bolt to the gate without the slightest notion to glance back.

I'm not sure if I'm relieved he listened or sad he didn't at least take a look to see if I was okay, but I push it away. Clearly there's something more important to focus on than him.

Ivy reaches for the chunk of busted bottle lying on the floor whilst I stand up and presses the jagged edge into my thigh.

I scream bloody murder as the glass sinks its teeth like points into my leg, blood rising from the cuts and dripping off onto the dusty ground. The shock of pain causes my legs to buckle and collapse to the floor again and take a weak attempt to push the mad woman away.

"Sit down, you slut," she snarls and pins down my arms easily, yanking out the bottle out of my leg and slashing my arms with every word she spoke. "And stay there. How dare you think that bringing a boy to this house is fine? Men are diseases- are you trying to kill us?" She gives me a disgusted look.

"They're animals- no good animals that know how to break hearts and leave you shattered on the ground. They give you this feeling... Pain, agony. Even worse. Don't ever bring a boy back here, or else the both of you will face an immense amount of pain," she spits and tosses the glass on the ground, leaving me crumpled on the ground.

"And make sure to clean up this mess- it better be spotless," she adds sharply and closes the sliding glass door.

The result of her outburst was brutal- drops and pools of blood were sprinkled around the cement, as were shards of colored glass. Thin, shallow cuts were wildly distributed amongst my skin with blood dribbling along my limbs.

I clench my teeth in attempt to push the searing pain away whilst I pluck out the glass wedged in my skin, one by one. By the end, my hands were covered in blood and small cuts, stinging like a bitch. My tank top and pajama shorts doused in the deeply red substance, I reach for the hose and rinse off a bit. I wash away the blood on the ground and collect the glass off the grass.

Even after the many times I rinse off, blood was still rising from the left long line-like wounds, refusing to cease.

"Ashley!" I look up to see Tara rushing over to my side and stopping in front of me, an expression of horror lingering on her face.

"What did she do?" she whispers in shock.

"She had an outburst and happened to have a glass bottle in her hand... Could you help me inside? The glass cuts are still hitting me hard," I say and wince.
She delicately helps me up, careful to guide me to the door. My legs continue to be unstable and I struggle to walk like a normal human being.

"Shît, Ash, what happened to your leg?" Tara says and cringes at the sight of the glass wedged in my leg.

"She stabbed it with the sharp edge and pushed it in. Fuck, it's so painful."