Starry Nights- Ashton Irwin

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I threw down my bad and flopped onto my bed, taking in the weird scent that circled my room. It was a mixture of violet and strawberries, then some bleach from cleaning. My eyes were tired and felt like they were crusted over with dirt and acid, burning from the constant tissues that had been rubbing at them all day and, now, night. I pulled a tissue from the cirner of my bed and wipped my face, blowing my nose and wetting it with more tears. My nose burned and when I looked down blood was gushing out.

"Shit," I cursed, jumping and spinning around before dashing into my bathroom. My head was hanging on the side of the sink, blood everywhere. I started to see 'stars', my eyes were circling. I felt like I was going to throw up, so I sat beside my toliet and let it all out.

Blood mixed in with everything else, and I was a bit scared that maybe the blood wasn't just from my nose. I called for my mom, but she never came. I was crying harder than before, feeling overdramtic, but I really just needed some explanation.

He can't love me.

I just need someone, some to hug me and tell me it's allright. I just really need someone to be what I want, for once, not me being what everyone else wants.

My stomach still pained but nothing would come out, so I reached over and grabbed some toliet paper to help my nose. My hands wrapped around my stomach and leaned against the bathtub and wall, just crying.

A good few minutes went by before I heard footsteps, thinking it was Mother I tried to stand up, but the stank of dirt and drool entered the restroom I wiced back down. He came stumbling in, bottle of something in his hand and an unshaved beard resembling a rat.

"Why're you crying for your Mama? She ain't gonna save ya darkin, heard you got yoself arrested today. What the fuck did you do?" He kicked me in the shin, making me wince backwards. I was huddled in a corner with no way out, and I couldn't speak from the constant tears spilling everywhere.

"I-I I didn't get arrested! My frienddd was beate-n," I held my head between my legs and ground my teeth, his large work boots comming in contact with my body multiple times. I screamed when I felt something sharp go through my pants, and when I looked I started to feel my eyes drop. He had burned my with a cigarette, and all I could feel was the zipped of my pants go down and his grummy hands pull them off.

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Ashton's P.O.V.

I fixed my shirt and jeans, on my way to my lovely Rose's house. She had just gotten back from the police station and I'd like to suprise her with some nice dreams, if you know what I mean . *INSERT FUCKED UP ASHTON WINK*

I was a few streets away when I heard her, she sounded like she was crying pretty hard, probably still shooken up by the whole thing. I picked up my pace, soon jogging. I knew I could be there in seconds, but right now I was out the world. And when I'm out to world, my speed, or any kind of superatural abilites, are usless. Yes, I could still run pretty fast but I'd be out of breath.

I kept jogging, passing street lights and almost being hit by multiple cars. She started to make muffled noises and struggled groans, I really hope she isn't sleeping.

The closer and closer I got to her house the more everything felt wrong. My stomach was turning and chills were being sent down my back. I head her dad whisper something like," I'll always be your man," and almost threwup. I don't want to know the things her parents share in bed, that's disgusting.

What's disgusting is that thei daughter just came back from a poilce station and they're having sex, pigs.

I scuffed and walked through the front doors, not really caring if they saw me. They were probably in their bedroom doing...nasty things. I may be 189, but shit is not what I'm ready for.

I cloated myself, feeling the tightening in my stomach and all my nerves and muscles, every strength I have come back along with the struggle of staying invisable. It hurts a little, but soon enough yoy get used to it.

I began to smile, my Rosie. checked the kitchen to see if she was getting something to eat, it was pretty late and she hadn't eaten at all today, she must be starving. When she wasn't, I went into her cabinet and grabbed a jar of peanut butter, a 'healthy snack with apples' says most health guides.

She didn't have any apples so I just grabbed her a spoon and started to walk into her room, instantly dropping everything when I saw her sprawled out across her bed , most clothing ripped to her ankles and shirt ripped. She had blood covreing her face and she look so exhuasted. What happened?

My eyes watered and I didn't even notice when my 'shield' came off. I sat beside her, holding her face between my hands, tears falling beside her own. She was awake, and tried to hit me when I rubbed her checks.

"Shh, Rose, I have you. I got you, you're okay," I pulled her up to hold her, but she just looked at me with drugged eyes. Had someone drugged her?

Although I had not seemed to be outraged, I was. My wings picked at my back and I couldn't help but let out a small scream.

"So, you must be that boy she's been sneaking away with. I know she leaves with some kid at night," My breath hitched and I set her back down, she just scrurried to the corner of her bed and pulled blankets over her. I looked over to see her dad, he was buckling his pants and pushing his shirt in.

I scanned him up and down, now standing up and right in front of him. He had a stupid smirk on his face and his short 5'10 body was puiny to me. He wiggled a bit before looking at me, still smirking until he looked right into my eyes. In the reflection of his I could see mine.

Complete blackness.

But out of the complete fear and extrordinary amount of begs and prays that left his mouth, I gave him no mercy, those didn't matter. I no longer belonged to God nor my Mother, I belonged to Rose. And, he had hurt Rose. So, when he dropped to his knees in a beg, I slashed my boot straight onto that big fucking smirk.

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Rose P.O.V

Someone grabbed my face, and I was scared that it was my dad so I started to slash with my hands, but they just held me down. I opened my eyes in fear, and when a pair of golden brown ones met mine I calmed.

This is a dream, I'm dreaming. This is a dream.

I kept thinking and thinking, but the vivid images of my dad doing...that to me and the pain I was experincing was outrulling all of that.

My hearing seemed to be gone, probably from screaming too much, so when he looked at me and started to stand while yelling, I just laid thre. Dazzed on everything. My whole body was numb, expect for my lower region which was in a lot of pain. I was out of breath and couldn't breath, couldn't do anything.

Expect watch as this boy beat my dad to death, and smile through the tears because the pain would finally end.