My new favorite picture of Ashton in all honesty.
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Age: 5, Aunt Martha's Wedding
"Such a handsome young boy"
"Don't you look handsome?"
"You got one handsome boy, Anne"
Ashton hated that word. He hated the word handsome. Ashton no longer wanted to be handsome or manly nor did he want to be called handsome.
He wanted to be pretty. Ashton desired to be pretty.
The boy stared at the purple dress that his cousin was no longer going to wear. Anne saw how her son stared at the dress, she saw how his hazel eyes were shining with want. Anne smiled softly leaving the room with Ashton and the dress in her arms.
The small boy walked out the bathroom, clutching the hem of the dress in his small hands. His mind was fogged with all the negative responses his family would have. However his family wasn't against his actions, instead they complimented him.
"You look beautiful Ash"
"Guys look how pretty my brother looks"
"The dress so beautiful on you"
Ashton smiled big, his dimples popping out and his eyes shining with happiness. However it quickly changed to worry when his father came. The man stared at his son, his expression was unreadable, soon he showed a fake smile. His body seemed uncomfortable when the 5-year-old was complimented.
These actions were obvious to the family, but not to Ashton. He saw the way his father cringed and fake smiled to anyone his way. Ashton knew his father didn't like his choice of clothing and frankly he didn't care. Ashton felt pretty— beautiful even.
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Age: 15, Irwin Household
Ashton backed away into the corner, away from his drunk father. His mother was on a business trip in London for another 2 weeks.
His father gripped his hair tightly, slamming the boy against the wall. Ashton cried out clawing at the mans arm, the man dropped the boy and went to remove Ashton's pants then his own.
The father gripped his son tightly by the hips, Ashton was sure he left bruises. Everything was in slow motion when his father slammed into him and continued to assault him. He screamed out only to be silenced by a hand. The door was pushed open. The crying boy looked over to see his mother there before everything went black
Ashton woke up in the hospital, learning that his father was asserted. The rest of the family (Ash, Anne and his older brother, Dylan) would be moving to Australia.
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