He Broke Me but You Can Save Me (Ashton Irwin fanfic)

Chapter 6

I walked into Ashton's house carefully. It didn't seem too bad. I wasn't really scared, but I was being cautious of my surroundings. I looked around everywhere and it looks safe. Nothing's changed, so that's good. Well I mean he's been with me since we first left. I followed Ashton into the kitchen and set my purse down on the counter.

"What a day." Cleveland says as he plops down in a chair.

"Tell me about it." I say. Ashton chuckles a bit before placing out water for us to drink.

"Here, you two, you seem like you could use a drink. I don't know how you're as tired as you are. We didn't really do anything.

"Ashton, are you kidding? We cried for like an hour straight. Then you got us lost! In London! How the fuck do you get lost in a town you grew up in?!" I say and Ashton laughs with Cleveland.

"Calm down, Jame. It's just 2pm. We weren't lost that long." Cleveland says and then yawns. I glare at him but shrug it off as I begin to yawn. I take a sip of my water and just as I put it down, my phone starts ringing.

"Cleveland, it's dad. Do I answer it?" I ask, but immediately regret it. His face paled and he stared at my phone.

"You know what, Cleveland, you don't have to answer that. I'm sorry. I forgot about what happened." I say before standing up and answering my phone.

"Hello?" I say bitterly and step outside.

"Where the hell are you and your brother?" My dad says. You know....I don't think I should call him dad anymore.

"Well, Stephen, we are at a friend's house. We're not living with you anymore." I say.

"Where does your friend live? I'm coming to get you two and I'll fuck both of you as punishment!" He yells.

"You know what, Stephen? I don't have to tell you a thing! Our friend is 19 years old, he has a job, and he has a nice house. I'm fine, but you certainly aren't fine if you're talking about RAPING YOUR OWN DAMN KIDS!" I yell through the phone.

"Don't raise your voice at me Jamie! I'll do whatever the hell I want to! I'm a grown adult!" He says back.

"I can raise my voice if I want. It's hard to believe you're an adult. You're too immature and fucked up in the head to be one!" I yell and he's silent for a moment.

"I'm not immature. I want you two home in 5 minutes so I can punish you." He said sternly.

"There's no way in hell we're coming back! Not just to be raped anyway!" I say and he's quick to reply.

"It won't be rape if you enjoy it, Jamie. I know you want to ride me. I see it in your pretty little eyes that you lust for your father." He said.

"I'm getting you a damn dictionary for Christmas because YOU MUST HAVE THE WORDS HATE AND LUST CONFUSED!" I yell. He doesn't reply quickly this time.

"Well I guess I'll just find you two myself. I'll take your sweet innocence, Jamie. Then, I'll rape Cleveland and your little friend." He says mysteriously.

"Good luck with that, Stephen. I'll see you in hell." I said.

"How do you know both of us are going to hell, Jamie?" He says trying to be smart.

"I know because I'm gonna go to hell for killing you, and when you're dead you'll go to hell for what you've done to me, Cleveland, and especially mom. Today was her birthday. Did you not acknowledge that? You let mom down. You remember mom, right? She was the woman you loved, mother of your children. You failed to take care of her kids, me and Cleveland. You failed to be there for us! To watch us grow up! To watch us get through school without any struggle academically. But emotionally, we struggled! We suffered from our mom dying and not even knowing why at the time! We suffered from an abusive father since then! I struggle to stay alive! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! Cleveland struggles to walk through his own home everyday! Want to know why? Oh yeah...BECAUSE OF YOU! EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU SELFISH BASTARD!" I yell and hang up. Tears stream down my face as I walk back in the house. Ashton is standing in the door way looking at me worriedly. I immediately fall in his arms, crying. He holds me and comforts me as I cry out all the pain from all of the years. Then, I feel Cleveland grab me from Ashton and guide me to the couch. He lays down and motions for me to sit on his lap. I sit there awkwardly and cry. He pulls me down close to him and I rest my head on his chest. Nobody says anything. They just let me cry out and comfort me. In a way right now, I'm glad it's like that. I'm not ready to talk about it just yet.