Michael left early the next morning to go to Lukes house. Abbey woke up around noon to the sound of the front door opening. She sat up in bed and to her surprise, Ashton appeared in the door frame of the bedroom. "ASHTON!" She ran up to him and hugged him really tightly. They moved into the living room and put on Heathers. Heathers had been Abbey's favorite movie for as long as they could remember. After Heathers ended they ordered pizza.
"Abbey do you still have the plastic dinosaur?" Ashton asked, knowing she did and that it was under the bed. He felt bad for manipulating her to come clean but he knew it was for her safety.
"Oh my goodness, yes! Go grab it, it's under our bed." Abbey said, without thinking about the bag.
"Abbey come here please!" Ashton yelled from the bedroom. He needed to figure out what to say so it didn't sound like he already knew.
Remember, stay calm. He thought to himself. Abbey walked into the bedroom to see Ashton holding up the bag. Her stomach dropped and her eyes welled up with tears.
Shit. Shitshitshit. FUCK.
"Ash, I ca-" He cut her off.
"Roll up your sleeves. Please." Abbey started to cry. "It's okay, Abbs. Just show me."
She shook her head and lifted up her shorts. Ashton's heart dropped. He wished it was just a bad dream.
How am I gonna tell Michael?
ABBEYS POV
I rolled up my shorts and watched Ashton's eyes fill with tears. I wish he understood. Maybe he wouldn't be as mad if he did. I need to explain, but it's so hard. What if he tells Michael? He would blame himself and I can't let that happen. "Ashton, it's fine. It's not as bad as it looks." I tried to talk with the softest tone I could possibly make but it might've sounded bitchy. He looked so defeated. I imagine if Michael found out he would look like he just watched someone kill 100 dogs.
"Why, Abbey?" Ashton asked in such a quiet voice I could barely hear him. I refused to look anywhere but the floor. I felt tears burning in my eyes. I looked at Ashton's muscular drummer arms and watched him play with his bracelets. He started to take them all off and place them in his pocket. I noticed him rubbing his wrist awkwardly. I looked up and whispered, "Ashton? Can I see your arm?" He lifted his arm and I saw faded scars all across his wrist. At that moment I didn't know if I should be crying or pissed. But I didn't have time to think about it too much before someone rang the doorbell. I wiped my tears with my sleeve and walked to the door. It was Calum. He looked worried. "Calum, what are you doing here?" I asked as calmly as I possibly could considering my current situation with Ashton.
"I knew Ashton came here and I came to check on both of you." He sounded like he understood what was happening. He looked at my thighs and his eyes widened. He looked up, realizing that I saw, and snapped back to normal. I invited him in and he walked over to Ashton. I didn't realize that Ashton was crying. Calum walked over to Ashton and hugged him. It might sound a little dramatic but my knees gave out. I started sobbing on the living room floor hoping that this was just a bad dream and I would wake up soon. Nope. Reality hit me like a fucking truck going 100 miles an hour. I felt someone's hand brush against my head. I looked up to see Michael. His eyes were red and it looked as if he had been crying. I realized I had fallen asleep on the floor.
Maybe that was a bad dream after all. I thought to myself. Nope. I looked around the room and saw Calum and Ashton.
They all know. I stood up slowly and ran into the bathroom brushing against Ashton and Calum's shoulders in the process. I needed Michael. He always made me feel better. I couldn't face him. I felt too,, guilty.
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