Just Baby Scars (An Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction)

Xx Chapter 8: In Need Of A Savior xX

  -Ashton's POV- SUPRISEEE

"Hey, Ash, lets talk for a minute," I looked at Ivy to see her expression, she was panicked. I didn't think much of this, it was just a talk after all.


"So, when I came in here, I noticed you and Iv-," He trailed off leaving me to guess what he was going to say. I knitted my eyebrows together. "Michael you didn't think we had sex did you?" Michael's face flushed red, "Well I didn't know what to think, all I saw was my baby sister in a guys bed, and I don't know I just assumed." I stared at him in utter shock. "Michael, Luke and Calum were in this room all night, why the hell would we fuck in a room full of people?"

I new I was raising my voice but honestly, it was ridiculous that he would even think we had sex. "So you were thinking it," Michael stood up, he raised his voice way more then I did, I don't know what the fuck his problem is. "I didn't say that!" Michael scoffed, "I'm a guy, I know what they think." Now I was getting flustered. I don't know what the hell has gotten into him, but it needs to crawl it's fucking way out. "Well you fucking think wrong."

Michael sat on the edge of my bed, glaring at me. I probably would have gotten up and left except for the fact that this is my house and he doesn't get to fucking act that way. "You don't deserve her," I hitched my breath, looking at Michael. "What the fuck did you just say," Michael looked at me, a blank expression of his face, repeating the same sentence. "You don't fucking deserve her." I stood up, getting in Michael's face. He was just an inch taller than me, not enough to intimidate me, but he sure as hell tried.

"She deserves fucking better then your piece of shit ass," That was it, I brought my hand back colliding it with Michaels' face. I would have continued if it hadn't been for Luke and Calum coming in and holding me back.

"What the fuck Ashton," Luke was breathless, considering the fact he just watched me hit one of his best friends. "His stupid ass deserves it," Calum shook his head, looking down at the ground. This has to stop, right now," He looked at me, what the fuck is he trying to say.

"This isn't good for the band, just over some girl," Calum breathed out quietly. Both Michael and I looked at him wide eyed, "This isn't just some girl!," We responded loudly at the same time. Calum jumped at our voices and stared at us. "She's my fucking sister, and he doesn't fucking deserve her."

Luke pushed Michael back, knocking him onto the wall, "Who the hell are you to tell Ashton what he doesn't and does deserve?" Michael glared at Luke, "So you're on his fucking side." Luke took a step back, shaking his head. "I'm saying he deserves a god damn chance," Michael rose back to his feet, "Hell fucking no!," His got up into my face, "Ashton," He had a very serious tone," you'll just fucking make it worse!," He pushed me back, and the surprise of him doing so caught me off guard.

"Michael!," Luke and Calum both were in front of me pushing him away, I realized what he was going to do. I sat up, glaring at him, "I hav-," He looked between Michael and I, "Oh, fuck," He turned around and ran out the door and down the stairs. I walked him, confusion taking over my mind, only to be lost when a breathless Luke returned. "She's," He took in a deep breath," Gone."

I sprang to my feet, forgetting the entire situation and ran down the stairs. I turned around to look at Calum and Luke, "Where the fuck was she?," Calum looked scared shitless and Luke mumbled something. "What?" Luke dragging this out was starting to piss me off. "The couch," I shook my head already knowing this was not a good situation.

"Where the fuck is she," Michael was shaking slightly, the anger obviously taking over him. "I don't kn-," I heard Luke yelp and turned to see him on the ground and Michael rubbing his knuckles. "Michael, what the fuck!," Luke pushed himself up, brushing himself off. "Forget it, Ash," I reached a hand down and pulled him up. "I'm going to go look for her," I didn't wait for anyone to answer, I honestly already knew where she was. It was just a matter of getting there in time.

I got into my car and pulled out of the driveway, only glancing to see my three band mates just starring at me. I don't want to think the worse, but that's all my mind goes to. I should have payed more attention, damn it. I looked in my rear view mirror turning onto the access road. My eyes caught a black box in the mirror and a let out a relieved sign. She doesn't have her blades. I bit the inside of my cheek as I pulled onto her street. It's a fucking miracle that I haven't been pulled over considering I'm going 15 miles over the speed limit.

I made my way into the driveway of the Clifford household and jumped out of the car. I flung the door open and yelled her name, hoping for an answer. It didn't come. I cheeked every room downstairs to find no sign of her. I walked into the kitchen and my heart completely dropped. The drawers were flung open items everywhere and the knife holder was knocked over on the counter. One was missing. I hitched my breath, turning on my heels, and making my way up the stairs.

I stopped at the door of her bedroom and took in a deep breath, pushing it open. I knew she wouldn't be right in here, she has to be in the bathroom. I leaned against the door, listening to hear if she was inside. "Dammit," I hear her softly say, with the clutter of metal following quickly after. I pushed the door open, meeting eye contact with her. She didn't maintain it eye contact with me, her eyes quickly fell to the knife on the floor.

"Ivy, look at me." She refused to look up at me and I kneeled down by her. "Ivy, are you hurt?," She shook her head, still looking down. The knife was right by my foot, and seeing it without any blood sent relief through my body. "Ivy, look at me," I sighed as I realized she wasn't going to look at me. I reached out and pushed her chin up, forcing her to look at me. "Ivy, I'm not mad," She bite her lip and adverted her eyes once again.

"Ivy, why," I sat all the way down and picked up with knife, placing it on the counter. She was scared, and I'm not sure why, the only thing I can think of is... oh shit. "Ivy, is this because of Michael and I?," Her eyes weld up, her trying to hide the fact that she was crying. I reached out for her, pulling her into my chest. She fisted my shirt as she started to cry into my chest. Seeing her like this really destroyed me, she deserved so much more happiness they she was getting.

I pulled her close to me, letting her cry as much as she needed. I heard the front door open and I mentally cursed, praying it wasn't her mother. Whoever came in started up the stairs, the steps being awfully loud to be a womans, and not only that, there were multiply. "Ivy?" Michaels' voice sounded hoarse and weak, like he had been crying. I looked up to see the three of them standing at the far side of her room, looking at me in concert and optimism.

I nodded, moving my arm from around her and letting her lay limp against me. "She's okay," I could heard the sighs of relief from them, and someone approach me. I looked down a Ivy, noticing that she had fallen asleep in my arms, before looking at who approached me. Michael kneeled down, brushing the hair out from around her face and rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "I guess I took what you meant to her for granted."

He removed his hand and looked at her for a long time. I could see the sadness in his eyes, I knew partially he was blaming himself, but I was blaming myself, and he's known her so much longer.

"Ashton," He rested a hand on my shoulder and looked at the ground for a long time before continuing. "You deserve a chance with my sister."

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(A/N) ASHYYYYYY, YOU SAVED IVYYY, Btw how did you like the POV change? AND OMG HAH YOU THOUGH SHE WAS GONNA GIVE IN BUT SHE DIDN'T!! Sorry im like really hyped. I went to the 5SOS concert in Houston yesterday, and I feel like I'm still high, possibly from drug, but never mind that. Don't forget to comment/<3/share/ and follow!!