Don't worry so much-hood

Part 3

"What the fuck is this?!" Ashton nearly screeched as Calum entered the house. Calum shushed him at once and kicked the door closed with his foot as quietly as he could.

"Trent attacked her. Someone open the door to her room; I need to lay her down so I can clean her up." Calum looked down at you lying curled up in his arms. You'd been awake almost the entire way here, groaning out from the pain until you were finally too exhausted to stay awake anymore.

Ashton growled and jumped to his feet, making for the front door, "That son of a bitch is gonna..." Calum shook his head and stepped in Ashton's path, nodding towards the stairs that lead to your room. "What? You think I'm gonna let him get away with this! That's my baby sister!"

"Ashton, trust me. He didn't get away with it... This isn't her blood on my shirt." Ashton's eyes trailed down to Calum's chest that was clad in what had been a clean white tank top before he dropped Ashton off at home but was now caked in dried blood to the point it had almost completely changed colors. "Now please, get her door so I can at least lie her down on the bed before we talk."

Ashton nodded in agreement and turned around, leading Calum up to your room and opening the door for him. "Tell me what happened." He said, stepping in your room behind Calum and watching as he laid you ever so gently down on top of your sheets.

Calum sat on the edge of the bed next to, keeping his eyes on you at all times while he spoke. "I was heading to practice after I dropped the other guys off. I had to get some stuff from my gym locker so I'd gone through the school, and when I came out I saw him there, literally standing on her chest, wearing his soccer cleats. I started running for them, but he managed to get a good shot to her face, kick to the stomach, and a knee to her forehead before I got my hands on him."

"And once you got your hands on him?" Ashton spoke through gritted teeth, arms crossed tightly over his chest to keep from punching something... or someone.

"I pulled him off her and choked him till he passed out. Then I made sure (Y/n) was alive, or breathing at least..." That was when Calum looked up, meeting Ashton's rage-filled gaze with one of calm seriousness. "Then I waited for him to wake up so I knew he would feel it, and I beat him till he didn't have the strength to even raise his own to stop me and his blood dripped off my hands like water... I didn't stop till (Y/n) started to come around and called for me... When I left he was still out like a light... I don't think he'll be getting up tonight unless someone finds him."

"Good," Ashton growled, finally uncrossing his arms, satisfied that Calum had done enough vengeance for the both of them... for now at least. "We should probably check her wounds; see how bad a beating he gave her before you found them."

"I don't think you should be here for that." Calum spoke honestly, standing up between Ashton and the bed.

Ashton gritted his teeth and tried not to punch Calum for even suggesting that he should leave his sister alone with anyone ever again. "Why the fuck is that?"

"Ash, be rational for a minute..." Calum looked down at you and Ashton did as well. "Her face is caked in bruises; her chest is probably going to be the same way. Do you really want to be in here to see your sister half-naked and covered in bruises from the guy who did this as pay back for us humiliating him after he sexually harassed her?"

Ashton looked down at your sleeping form with an almost desperate expression. He knew Calum was right; if he saw something like that he could never un-see it. If he was here to see you that broken it would be all he would ever see when he looked at you again. On the other hand, he couldn't just leave you here like that. You were his little sister. If he wasn't there for you, if he couldn't protect his own sister than what was the point in all of this.