One Direction/5sos Spanking Story

Cutting

So, this isn't going to have spanking in it but, it's about the stupid hashtag with Ashton.  I don't know how someone could be so rude and just a bitch.  I cut I know how serious it is.  It is the hardest thing to stop.  Never please never cut.  And NEVER tell some else who is just trying to make people happy to cut.  I truly feel sorry for the person that started that because they just made a lot of people hate them.  I'm not going to preach to y'all about cutting but, hope that this chapter will help people understand what it means to cut. TRIGGER WARNING!

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Ashton's POV

I was on twitter and I saw a new hashtag that someone stared '#KeepCuttingAshtonYoureTrash'.  I felt hurt.  People really don't know what I had to go through to stop cutting in the first place.  I don't know what I did to make someone hate me so much.  I really want to cut and have for a long time.  This is not helping with that at all.

"Ash, are you ok?"  Luke pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah mate."

"Are you sure?  You seem down."

"I'm fine."

"Ok.  I'm going to out with the Cal and Niall."

"Ok.  Bye."  He walked out of the room and left with them.  Lou and Zayn are out with their girlfriend.  Liam is out shopping and Micheal is sleeping.  I can't take it anymore.  I get up and go to the bathroom and carefully pull a blade out of a razor.

I sit there holding it.  'Just do it you wimp.'  I hold the blade to my skin and make a cut.

Untalented

Ugly

Can't sing

Unwanted

With every thought that came into my head another cut.  I switched to my other arm and started making cuts to make me feel better.  I was crying.  I just don't understand what I ever did to make someone tell me to cut myself.  I only try to make people happy and don't want people to cut themselves. I continued to cry and cut myself.

About an hour later my arms are cut really bad.  I get up of the bathroom floor and clean the blood of the floor then my arms.  I look down at my shirt and it is cover in red.  I to the bedroom and change into a hoodie so that I can hide the cuts.  I lay down in bed and cry myself to sleep.

3 Hours Later

I wake up and get back on twitter.  The damn hashtag is trending.  I read some of the messages that people are leaving and start crying again.  I go back to the bathroom and grab the blade again.  My arms are really tender and sore from earlier but, I need to do this.  I was in the middle if cleaning up the blood from the bathroom when Liam walked in.  I guess I forgot to lock the door.  Tears came to his eyes when he saw my arms.  I didn't even know that he was back home.

"Ashton, baby, please tell me it's not what it looks like."  His voice cracking.

"Liam, I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for.  I'm not mad at you.  What happened?  You were doing so good so good about not cutting."

"I know."  I sobbed I really wanted to talk about it but, I couldn't find my voice and I was crying really hard.  Liam picked the blade up of the counter and throw it in the trash then got on the floor beside me.  He pulled me into his a hug and I cried into his chest.

"Will you talk to me?"

"I was on twitter and someone started this hashtag about me."

"What was the hashtag, Ash?" I started to cry a little bit remembering what the hashtag was.

"It was '#KeepCuttingAshtonYoureTrash'  I was in my room and was trying really hard not to cut but, I couldn't help it.  I just had to do it.  After I did I went and took a nap.  When I woke-up I got back on twitter and it was trending.  I read some of the comments and they were horrible.  So, I came back to the bathroom and I cut again.  I was in the middle of cleaning the mess up when you came in here."  I sobbed out.  I really really stil wanted to cut.

"Ashton. you don't listen to what those people are saying.  They don't know you and the amazing person that you are.  And if they are a true fan then they would never say a thing like that.  You don;t need somebody that is going to tell you to cut.  The fan that fight back with those people and send you messages of love is the ones that you need to listen to.  And then there are always the lads.  None of them want you to hurt yourself.  I don't either. You are an amazing talented person.  Never let anyone tell you different."

"Thank you, Li.  I should have just talk to one of you guys instead of cutting."

"Yes you should have.  But, what is done is in the past.  Now, lets get your arms bandaged up."

We got up and he pulled out stuff to clean and bandage my arms.  After he was done he carried me into my room and put me in my bed.

"Will you stay with me?"

"Sure."  He laid down beside me and I cuddle into his side.

"I love you Ashton."

"I love you too, Liam."

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Ok, for real y'all the hashtag was unnecessary.  And if anybody ever needs someone to talk to about cutting, being depressed, or ANYTHING I will talk to you.  You just have to message me.  And please I am begging you to fucking pinky promise me that you will never cut.  I know how bad it is to do.