Um, So Hi everyone. :) Uhm... This story is dedicated to @SweetAndInnocentLies.. Uhm... This entire story is dedicated to him.... Not just this chapter... Uhmm... I talk to him... and I talk to his best friend.. and his girlfriend... and he doesn't know I'm writing this... But.. Uhmm this is for him..this is what I know of his story...and just this much... just this much... made me cry. This story is based off of his true story and the events of his life that I know. He has other stories on his profile, and I'm sure they will make you cry as well.
Ash's POV
I smiled to myself and looked out of my window. I was four. The other kids were outside playing soccer. I longed to join them, but they wouldn't let me play. Everyone avoided me because of my bruises and cuts. I was covered in them from head to toe. My father didn't mean to hit me, just sometimes he got too mad and instead of hitting mommy, he hit me. I didn't blame him though. I would rather him hit me than mommy anyways. I bounced off of my stool by my window. I walked out of my room and down the stairs, and tripped on the last few steps. I sat up and brushed myself off, sniffling from the pain of hitting my face on the hard tile. I looked up into the warm eyes of my mother. She picked me up and I buried my face into her chest until I stopped crying. I looked down at her round belly and laughed a little and patted her tummy gently. I had a baby sister in there. My mother had told me so. I smiled and looked up at my mother.
"My sweet little boy." She started. "I love you so so much." She smiled and her cheeks dimpled. I smiled widely and grabbed each of them in my small hands, trying to grab as much of her cheeks as I could. I couldn't get very far, and she laughed and set me down. I giggled and ran to the kitchen, sitting down as quickly as possible, grabbing one of my mother's cookies and taking a bite, before she grabbed me in her arms.
"Baby run." She whispered, her voice fearful. I knew why, father was home. I didn't want to leave my mother, but she had told me to, so I listened to her, and ran, hiding in the pantry.
"Where the fuck is the kid!!!" My father shouted, drunk. I whimpered and pulled my knees up to my chest, burying my face in my knees. I heard my father slap my mother hard against her face, and cried out, covering my ears with my hands, as tears began to fall down my cheeks. The pantry door swung open, and my father was standing there with a murderous expression on his face. He grabbed me by my light brown hair and threw me on the floor against my mother. I looked up at him in pain, as his fist slammed into my jaw.
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The next day at school, I pulled my hood over my head as much as possible and brushed my hair over one side of my face. It tried, but failed to cover the bruise forming under my right eye. My right eye was swollen, and nearly closed. I sighed, as I tried, unsuccessfully, to stuff my backpack into my cubby. A little girl walked up to me. She had pretty blonde hair, that was done up in pigtails and held with red bows, and brown freckles that covered her cheeks.
"Hi, my name is Ashleigh." The little girl said happily. I nodded at her, surprised she was talking to me. No one talked to me.
"I like your eyes." She said again, happily. I looked at her confused. No one except my mother had ever said they liked my eyes. They were extremely light brown and I had thick eyelashes. I was often teased and picked on for them. For my eyes looking like a girl's... She giggled and kissed me on my mouth,her fingers tangling gently in my light brown hair. She blushed at me, and walked away skipping. I looked after her in wonder. No one had ever touched me so gently... except my mother.. I sighed and took my backpack from my cubby, deciding that today, I should just go to the forest or beach. Anywhere but here. I started walking toward the school door, before being pushed to the ground and surrounded. I propped myself up on my elbows as they started teasing me.
