Broken || Ashton Irwin

Chapter 1

"SHUT UP CARLA, I'M SICK OFF YOU. YOU'VE BEEN LIKE THIS FOR TOO LONG NOW, YOU ALWAYS SAY WE WILL WORK IT OUT BUT WE NEVER WILL. IT'S TOO LATE NOW, THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR."

"MAYBE IF YOU WERE HERE, AT HOME WITH YOUR FAMILY INSTEAD OF AT THE PUB OR AT WORK, AS YOU LIKE TO CALL IT. MAYBE THEN WE WOULD SORT THINGS OUT."

"I CAN'T JUST DROP MY WHOLE CAREER BECAUSE OF YOU AND THE KIDS, YOU STUPID WOMEN, WHY DO YOU THINK WE LIVE IN THIS HOUSE, WHY DO THINK THE KIDS GO TO CAMDEN AND NOT SOME SHIT PUBLIC SCHOOL. ITS OVER CARLA, IVE HAD ENOUGH."

Mum and Dad were arguing, again. I was used to it, to some people it might have been shocking your dad threatening to leave, but he'd said it so many times before that it kind of became normal, so many times he'd stormed upstairs his face blood red with anger, screaming all sorts of swear words. He'd pack a bag, and then my Mum would go upstairs and calm him down. He'd throw the bag in the corner of the room and they would shut the door and sort things out, then in the morning Mum would be smily and chirpy and they would both pretend like nothing had ever happened.

I could tell it like a story, I guess I'd just seen it so many times played out in front of me.

Don't get me wrong, when Dad was in a good mood he was lovely but that was rare these days. My favourite childhood memories were always with my Dad, I'd always been a Daddy's girl, and I secretly always teamed up with him and hated it when my Mum argued back to him, she always seemed to make him worse and more frustrated.

This time seemed different though, the argument had being going on for much longer than usual, I sat slumped on the floor in the hallway listening through the door, my left arm stretched around my little brother Jackson. I say little, he was fifteen, only two years younger than me, but he was very sensitive and I felt like it was my duty to protect him since the two people who were supposed to care about him, definitely didn't as much as they should.

The shouting lasted for a couple more minutes,

"NO YOU'RE RIGHT I DON'T LOVE YOU." My Dad boomed, his voice echoing through the whole house and sending multiple shivers up my spine.

Jackson squeezed my arm tighter, closing his eyes, presumably to stop tears from rolling down his face.

"It's okay," I whispered into his ear, stroking his hair back. "You know what they're like, it'll be fine tomorrow" ,although, he didn't looked convinced, and I didn't blame him, I couldn't even convince myself, I knew this time it wasn't the same. "I'm urgh I'm going to go for a walk, do you want to come?" I asked, smiling at his broken little face as best I as could.

"Um, no I...I think I'm just going to go to bed" he muttered standing up and wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. I didn't want to leave him here on his own, but I really needed to get out of here.

"Well, if you're sure, but call me if you need me." I sighed, heading over to give him a hug.

I wrapped my arms round his lifeless body.

"I'll be fine" he reassured me, breathing into my chest.

"Promise me, you'll ring me, if you need me?"

"I promise" he nodded, heading up the stairs.

I knew he meant it. Jackson never broke his promises, there was a lot of things that annoyed me about Jackson, like the way he never stuck up for himself, and the way he never left my side at family party's, and the way he would never talk to people unless I was there doing the talking for him. But that's one good thing I could always say, he never ever broke a promise. No matter how big or how small.

I sighed, striding over to the door. It was getting quite late and I knew that it would only be half an hour or so before it started to get dark. I should probably have told my parents were I was going, but in,someway I wanted them to worry about me, I wanted to go missing and them have to realise that it was there fault and that if they weren't so caught up in their poncy jobs and stupid arguments they would have their daughter safe at home with them, probably tucked up in bed, safe and sound. I wanted to hurt them both, just so they knew what it felt like.

I threw on a jacket from the stand at the side of the door and walked out, the cold air hitting me in the face like I'd just been slapped.

I shut the door gently behind me, trying not to make a scene, and then shuffled along the garden path to the pavement. We lived on a small road, there was only two other houses on our part of the street. They were both big as well, but I would rather have lived in a tiny house if it meant that my Dad was home more often, maybe then my parents wouldn't argue as much.

There were some smaller houses further down the street, but there never seemed to be much life down at that end, big parties happened most weekends at the house opposite mine. That was Justin's house, he was really popular so there were always people round, if you were bored or just wanted a laugh then you went straight to Justin's and 99% of the time he had people round and they were most likely drinking.

He lived with just his Dad, and much like my Dad his Dad was hardly ever at home. I think I'd seen him about 5 times in all the time that I'd lived here, and that was only when ever we had a dinner party and Mum wanted to invite people of the same 'class' as us. Justin was thought of as a 'good' boy. That was how he was portrayed, especially to my parents. But he was far from that, I had a bit of a thing with him last summer. He was your typical 'bad boy'. I guess I kind of fell for him a little, when he just wanted to mess around. But that was nearly a year ago and we didn't speak that much now. I mean I went round most weekends with my friends, but there was so many people at his party's, that we never really crossed paths. Not to talk properly anyway.

I turned to the left and began to walk the opposite way to which I usually would, I wanted a change. The sun was setting at the end of the street, and it looked so pretty in between the two hills that were in the distance, I took my phone out and took a quick snap, uploading it to Instagram as I carried on walking down the street. I liked taking pictures because pictures equal memories and looking back at old pictures was my favourite thing in the world, probably because years ago everyone looked so happy and full of life, but now it seemed the total opposite.

Once I'd got quite far down, I saw a dark figure walking further down, he was coming towards me. For some reason I started to feel quite tense, my body felt as if it was preparing to have a fight. My heart felt tight in my chest as he edged closer. He was wearing black skinny jeans, ripped at the knees, and a dark denim jacket, His black converse, scuffed at the pavement as if he wanted to wear it away. He walked with his head down, but for some reason I knew that he knew I was there.

He got even closer, still not taking a second to look up. It wasn't until he was in touching distance that I jumped to the side of the pavement, out of his way. However he still managed to bump his shoulder straight into my rib, knocking me into the road.

"What the hell, watch where your going" he spat.

"You walked into" but something stopped me, his eyes looked fierce as if he was really truly angry. "Urm.. I'm urgh sorry" I murmured, straightening out my skirt with my hands and moving my hair from out of my eyes and tucking it behind my ear.

"You should be" he smirked, walking off into the distance, lighting a cigarette.

What the fuck was that I thought to myself but my thoughts were interrupted quite sharply,

"It's Charlotte, isn't it?" He shouted to me, turning around, blowing smoke slowly from his lips, the smoke drifted off into the air.

"Well no actually, it's Charlie" I smiled back, hoping he'd changed his tune.

"Pfft ok C h a r l o t t e" he laughed meanly, emphasising the 'Charlotte'. Then he walked back off without giving me a chance to catch his name, not that I wanted to. Okay I did. I hated him already and part of me hoped that I would never come across him again. But part of me also wanted to run up to him right now and ask him about himself, I guess he intrigued me.

I sat down on the wall at the end of the street. Looking at the sun set for a while, but soon it got chilly and I decided it was time to head back home. I was dreading going back in that house, I just hoped things had calmed down. I sighed, jumping off the wall and tying my shoe lace that had come undone.

Things really needed to get better.

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A/N

OKAY HELLO I KNOW THIS PROBABLY WASN'T THAT INTERESTING BUT LETS BE HONEST FIRST CHAPTERS NEVER REALLY ARE. HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT ANYWAY :) I like angry Ashton, oops :)

Hannah xxx