[[ON HOLD]] A Reason To Live/ Emo love story

Sorry it's so short!

I need a boyfriend, I've become obbsessed with writing about love! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

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~Ash's POV~

After she had kissed me I felt on top of the world! I laughed and rested my head against the soft trunk of the tree.

"So, are we together then?" I asked, still with a grin on my face.

She stuffed a ciggie in her mouth and half-smiled. "I guess... Unless you don't want to be?" She asked, unsure.

I took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Avenge, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. It would be an honour." Then I kissed her hand softly. She blushed and handed me a smoke.

"Cheers." I didn't let go of her hand. She lit my ciggie then hers and we sat back against the tree, her head on my chest. After a few minutes of random talking, she pulled hersef up and sat in front of me.

"Wanna see something cool?" I saw a mischevious glint in her eyes.

"Go on then." I smirked. She took a long suck from the tobbaco stick then took it from her mouth and tipped her head back. She stayed like that for a few seconds.

Then I saw what she was doing. She was blowing smoke-rings outta her mouth and nose. They were almost perfect circles, obviously she had preformed this a lot.

"Wow and ew!" I applauded and cheered. She looked at me again and chuckled.

"My mom taught me that.... Only thing she actually did teach me." I saw a sad smile form on her lips as she looked down to the ground. I saw a silent tear roll of her cheek and splash onto the ground.

"Hey, hey!," I grabbed one of her hands and, slipping a hand under her chin, raised her chin so she was looking into my eyes. "Don't you dare cry over someone who obviously didn't deserve your amazing presence." I brought her chin forward and planted a kiss onto her beautiful, soft lips.

"I'm sorry, it's just... I'm not used to having someone who actually thinks I'm worth something around me." She wiped a tear away and cleared her throat.

"Well you'd better get used to it because I'm not leaving anytime soon." I promised, embracing her in a tight hug.

"Thank you." She sniffed into my shoulder.

~~Avenge's POV~~

"Thank you."I sniffed into his shoulder.

"It's not a problem, I don't mind, honest." He hugged me and I already felt a whole lot better than any drug had ever made me feel.

"So, do you wanna tell me what happened?It might make you feel better?" He asked, rubbing my back.

I contemplated telling him. I guess things couldn't get any worse, so I sat up and took a deep breath.

"Uh...well I'll shorten it down." I rubbed my nose. "My mom ran a whore house. My dada left before I was born, although I don't know who he was. Could be anyone I guess. Well my mom hated me because I was young and dumb-"

"You're not dumb!"Ash protested.

"Yes I am but I'll get to that later." I told him and when he tried to protest further I kissed him to shut him up.It worked.

"Okay so my mom hated me because I was young and dumb but when I was like 6 she figured she could get away with beating me. I mean like daily."

I felt sadness and rage build up inside me.Maybe telling the story wasn't such a good idea. What if Ash was disgusted and never wanted to see me again? What if....?

"Don't be afraid, Avenge, it's alright. You could tell me anything and I mean annyything and I would love you." Ash seemed to be able to read my thoughts. I decided that I would just brave it and took a deep breath.

"Sometimes I was lucky amd it was only her hands but mostly it was belts and whips. I worked for her, arranged meetings and got the girls fed and watered. When I turned 13 I began to get rewarded with ciggarettes and alcohol which explains my habits. But then when I was 14," I fought back the tears. "She decided I was old enough to work. I was turned into a whore." I burst out crying, collapsing in Ash's arms. He patted my back gently and held me while I sobbed into his chest. He was quite a bit taller and broader than me, so being cucooned in his warm body was comforting.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. You're okay now, alright? I won't let anyone touch you." He comforted me, holding me close.

"It hurt so bad." I choked out, tears slicking hair to my face and soaking his shirt.

"I won't ever let anyone hurt you." He sounded like he was about to cry. I reached up and caresed his cheek.

"Don't cry, please." I begged quietly. He nodded and let out a deep breath.

"Sorry, it's just that I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt your beautiful body." He bit his lip to try and not cry and I sighed at how I sad I had made him.

"I'm okay, swear." I sniffed and sat up, rubbing my throbbing head.  He gave me a dubious look but didn't contradict me.

"We should probably go back for lunch?" Ash asked, grabbed my hands and absent-mindedly swung them around.

"Mm maybe not actual lunch like food." I shuddered at the thought of trying to force some bland fatty stuff down my throat.

"Maybe." He smirked like he knew something I didn't.

"What's funny?" I asked as I got up, with his help of course.

"Just that I don't think you've ever had a Subway." He smiled widely.

"You mean the trains?" I asked confused.

"No, no," Ash laughed "I mean the sandwich shop!"

"Hm, only sandwich I ever ate was a cheese one when I was like 7." I mused as we walked through the field that led to the centre. "Didn't think much of it."

"Well I think you are gonna be surprised how much sandwiches have changed since you were 7." He grinned and didn't say anymore on the subject. I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Boys were confusing sometimes.