Skinny love

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Ashley's point of view.

"You're fucking worthless" he spat out roughly once again before kicking his shoe back into my rib cage, coughing up my blood onto the concrete floor, opening my mouth to  let a sudden ache of pain out but I felt his fist collide against my cheek. "I didn't ask you to speak did I now?" he chuckled before leaving the room. 

Standing up once again locking my bedroom door, letting hot tears fall down my cheeks. Opening the locket I had enlaced around my neck admiring my mother smile the only thing that seemed to bring me happiness now and days ever since she departed. "You're fucking worthless" echoed throughout my head. Peering down at my scarred wrist. Pulling out the blade from the bathroom cabinet rubbing it roughly against my skin blood started flowing out more rapidly. "Worthlesss" I giggled, dragging the blade across my skin again. 

A hand slapped it out of hand "Ash" he shook me roughly "what the hell?!" I wearily looked up meeting my eyes against his.

Harry.

The only person that seemed to care about me in this shit life of mine.

"Bringing myself happiness" I laughed tiredly choking out the tears.

He embraced my body tightly "Ash please don't hurt yourself.." his eyes filled up with tenderness and warmth. He took out a small cloth from his pocket tying it sternly against my skin, he kissed my wrist softly "Do you wanna talk about it?" I nodded lightly. He carried me onto my old rusty bed I buried my head into his chest.

"What he do this time?" he scoffed.

"I don't understand anymore lou honestly It's just before my mum died he was so caring and happy he was always there.. and then he changed. He was "daddy"  he was scary I mean look at me?" 

"Sometimes I wish we could just escape" I breathed out. 

Now I knew was his answer was, It wasn't the first time I asked harry to help me runaway several times but has he would often quote "we wouldn't get very far" which i didn't judge him for saying that I mean.

We were both two troubled teens from broken down homes, We were used to riding solo in this life. In school we were considered freaks to the public, because we were 'Different" than the others.

Different was good right?

Maybe we didn't wear the latest trends or the newest shoes or he didn't have the newest car model but I still loved the kid in the suicide silence shirt with pierced lips and black worn out jeans.

He was my best friend.

"Ash, we both know that isn't possible" he kissed my forehead lightly.

Anger filled up my body, my fingers began to tremble "Why isn't it possible har?" "Because were both broke?!" I scoffed "we have nothing to lose .. I mean I'm already rotting away anyways.." I bit the inside of cheeks admitting the bitter truth.

"hey, don't you dare say that? You're beautiful ashley and I can promise you one day both of us are going to have a big house" he gazed up at the ceiling. "A big house?" "Yes, a big house. Massive" his eyes widened "And we're going to have a dog and have anything we ever wanted" He agreed with himself. "You're so lame" I laughed cheaply rolling my eyes pushing him away.

"Goodnight Ash" he smiled, walking towards the window heading out again

"Harry?" I managed to say before he left "Yeah?" 

"Do you think we'll ever be happy?" I gave him a weak smile that was filled with hope and faith.

"oh, we'll be very happy. The happiest we've ever been" His green eyes sparkled against the midnight stars. "I love you ash" "I love you too harry" I closed my eyes falling into a deep slumber. 

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I sat on the edge of my bed, running through my list of things I had left to complete "ten minutes to spare" I nodded happily.  When suddenly a guy burst in through my door "There she is" he smirked.  

"Who the hell are you?" I pushed myself further back before crashing into the bed frame. "Your father said I could have a little fun with you for a little extra cash" he licked his chapped lips. "St-op" I managed to say before he pushed me onto the bed crashing his rough lips against mine, running his hand underneath my shirt,  his touch caused my body to tremble I've never been touched ever by a guy.. I kicked him back and he simply chuckled "feisty one"  he pinned me down opening my jeans and tugging them down faster and faster. "Please st-op" I cried. He smacked the back of his hand against my cheek. Crashing his lips into my neck. "Get the hell off of her" Someone suddenly pushed off the body that was on top of mine. "What are you gonna do about it you fucking shit" he pulled out a sharp blade from his pocket, began swinging it around rapidly. Running up finally taking my chance and grabbing the bottle of beer and crashing it into his head. He fell onto the floor and the ground shook lightly. 

 I stood there my body trembling, I've never been so humiliated.

I stood in my underwear and bra in front of harry.

"Did he touch you " he choked out, I could tell he was still rather shocked of the entire incident. Swallowing the lump buried in my throat. He spoke out again "We're leaving now" he spoke sternly. I nodded throwing on a old shirt from a former band that had broken up a while back by the name of 'Kiss'. The words were now faded only leaving behind the design and slight image of the words, putting on my most comfortable pairs of pants and only pair of shoes. I nodded "ready?' he nodded back. I quickly ran into my fathers bedroom which at the moment he seemed to not be home apparently I cracked open a box that was filled with savings I took it all and underneath I found an envelope with my mothers handwriting on it in fine print and it had my name on it. Shoving it into my back pocket. Running back into towards my room, half-way out the window when my fathers husky busted through the door.

"You fucking bitch" he snarled I let go, feeling my body fall down to the ground before landing into harry's arms. 

"Run" he screamed, putting my heart into it I ran and ran, the wind in my air. 

I was free.