Masterpieces {Book 2}

BLACK* (Part one)

Credit; Lostideas

i am finally outta school so i can actually update,, aYE.

this is the mashton part to 'gold' so read that first if you haven't already !

Enjoy :)

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Don't hold back
I can see in your mind, and your mind will set you free

And I feel you close
Feel you close like you wanted me to

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'Ashton!'

Loud footsteps make their way up the stairs, making the floor under Ashton's feet shake. The walls and ceiling are shaking too: dust and gravel falling down in places where the house can't take the abuse any longer. Ashton barely has time to pull his jeans back up his legs, let alone put on a t-shirt.

He was standing in front of his body-long mirror, inspecting the damage.

Ashton turns around as the door to his room gets slammed open. A tall, broad figure takes up the entire doorframe as he stands there, looking at Ashton like a bull ready to attack him. He can hardly make out the man's facial features because of the bright lights coming from behind him, but he's pretty sure it's his father.

'Ashton!' His loud voice thunders through the room like dynamite, more dust and pieces of ceiling coming down because of it. Yeah, definitely his father.

'Is it true what Harry just told me?!'

Ashton never stood a chance. He was cornered in the locker room by three disgusting guys from a higher grade who called him names and screamed at him until he cried and slid down against the wall, wrapping his arms around his own trembling body. They pulled him away from the wall by his hair and kicked him until he threw up over one of the guys shoe's. Then some more for good measure.

The evidence of today's events is clear on his skin, he can't even try to lie. He's supporting a black eye, a cut eyebrow and lower lip, and several bruises and abrasions spread over his face, torso and arms. But the worst part is probably not the physical pain: the worst part would be his father's reaction.

'Dad, I...'

'No excuses! Ashton, you can't let people walk all over you! You're a man, aren't you? Do you think real men let themselves be beat up?!'

Ashton hates him. He hates him so, so much.

'Real men know how to defend themselves! It's worse enough you are what you are, but you can't go around getting your ass kicked! You're an Irwin for fucks sake!'

And Ashton can't help it. He knows it will only make his dad angrier with him, but after the day he's had, the yelling is just too much to take. Big tears are streaming down his face, the salty water stinging in his wounds.

Maybe his father is right, maybe he deserved it. He asked for it by coming out, then let it happen because he knew he couldn't take the guys. He's small and skinny, his face chubby with acne patches on his cheeks. Maybe it's his fault for making himself an easy target.

When his father spots the tears rolling down his son's face his facial expression changes into something Ashton has never seen before. He leaves his room, and before Ashton knows it his little brother Harry comes running in.

'I'm so sorry I told him Ashton! I thought he would help!' Harry yells, panic tears rolling down his cheeks. Ashton wants to answer, wants to tell him that it's alright, but the second he opens his mouth his father is back in the room, pushing Harry aside so roughly the boy trembles and falls, his head hitting the ground hard.