Fighting For The Doctors Affection (Manxman)

Fighting For The Doctors Affection: Chapter Thirty-Five

Good Morning, Afternoon, or Evening Jitterbugs. Here is the next chapter of the story, I hope that you all enjoy it. I honestly didnt think that a new one would have come this fast. If it  wasnt for the hubby, i dont think it would have he let me write instead of us spending time together.  I know he was a bit upset about this but i couldnt help it. My mind was on the story. So i hope that yall enjoy it. :)

Dedication this time Goes to the Hubby. Because Honestly, Athiss wouldnt know what love was or felt like without him. :).

Song of chapter: Blaque- When the last teardrop falls( I think it fits the chapter perfectly, and yes i know that it was one in MTaps as well But i couldnt help it lol.) 

Thanks for reading, commenting, and voting. Picture is of Vee!

Tiggs.

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Chapter thirty-five:

Athiss stretched his arms above his head as the phone started to ring yet again. It seemed like whoever was calling him didn't want him to get any sleep. They thought that it would be a wonderful idea to wake him from his slumber. A slumber that he needed more than he needed to breathe. Being away from this place, had honestly tested him more than he had been tested in years.

Who would have thought that his mother of all people would try and attack him? It made him question things that he hadn't questioned since he was a teenager and was beaten to an inch of his life.

Slowly sitting up Athiss pulled his knees to his chest as he allowed the tears to fall. He hated feeling so weak, but he couldn't help it. Why did he have to be born to a mother that hated him for what he was? So much so that she would rather see him dead and abused then to be able to be in a loving caring relationship.

He hated that his mother couldn't see past her ways.

If he was being honest, it was because of her that he felt like he deserved to be alone, that he didn't deserve love, that he didn't deserve Vaughn. He wholeheartedly believed that everything that Vaughn did to them was of his making. How could someone love him? How could he deserve love?

Slowly pulling his shirt off, Athiss ran his fingers down the scars from the beating all those years ago. As he did he couldn't help but think: 'Why couldn't you all have killed me? Then I wouldn't feel this pain that I'm feeling now.' My mother would be happy, Vaughn would be with whom he needed, and everyone would just be better.

Blinking his eyes open and closed Athiss slowly let his hand drop from the scars as he stood up. As he did he made his way from his room down the stairs and to the phone that seemed to want to ruin his life today. As soon as his hand gripped onto the phone, the phone went quiet. Sighing loudly, he ran his fingers through his hair as he spoke: "Of course, you shut up when I get out of bed, and come and pick you up".

Setting the phone done once more Athiss made his way over to the kitchen to put on his coffee, he needed something to wake his body up. He felt like things were just getting worse, that nothing was going to get better. The moment that he picked the coffee pot up to pour himself a steaming cup the phone went off once again. Cursing under his breath he placed the pot down and ran over to the phone. The moment that he picked it up his whole body went rigid.

"Athiss, hello are you there?"

Swallowing hard he brought his bottom lip into his mouth as he tried not to tremble. Seconds later he heard: "Athiss, are you there?" again.

Taking a deep breath Athiss ran his fingers through his hair as he spoke: "How did you get this number? I told you to never contact to me, to never to try and reach out. I can't-," but before he could finish he heard: "Believe me I'm not calling because I want to, but you are important to Vaughn. He's about to finish school and we as his friends wanted to throw a celebration for him and we were wondering if you'd come."