Anorexia(Ashton Irwin)

Three

        Ginger sat comfortably on her couch, having long battles with herself in her head. There were so many things to be figured out, and she wasn't entirely sure how to go about figuring them. Ashton had lost weight, that, she was confident in. But how much weight, she was unsure. He was hesitant about it, but he ate the pringles she gave him. Perhaps he was on some sort of diet. Ashton had always been self-conscios about his weight, that was a perfectly reasonable solution to the weight loss situation. Still, Ashton was different. He was jumpy, and quiet. Ginger didn't like it. Not a single bit. Ashton was her best friend and she sure as hell wasn't going to let anything bad happen to him.

        Ashton was sleeping soundly for the first time that week, only to be awoken by harsh yellling

        "Ashon! Wake up you fat fuck!" She shouted, shaking Ashton harshly. Ashton covered his head with his hands as she began throwing random objects at him.

        "I'm awke, I'm awake!" he screatched. The items hitting him stopped, and he looked up cautiosly. Vanessa stood with her hands on her hips, staring down at the beaten and bruised boy below her. She pinched at the skin of his calf hard. Hard enough so that blood began to ooze from the spot. Ashton yelped in pain, shooting up from his place on the bed.

        "Well are you going to make me breakfast or not?" She snapped, making Ashton flinch. He nodded and slood up slowly, aching all over. He limped over to Vanessa and held his arms out for a hug. She scoffed.

        "I'll hug you when you're thin."

        "Why are you so mean to me?" Ashton begged, hoping she'd let him in, let him love her.

        "I'm helping you! No one else would love you Ashton. No one. Not as fat as you are. No one loves the fat boy. If it weren't for me you'd be alone, forever. So don't you tell me that I'm mean. I'm helping you." Ashton nodded lsowly, and made his way to the kitchen where he began making Vanessa's breakfast. The smells of bacon and other delicios breakfas foods filled Ashton's nose, making his mouth water. He couldn't help it, he snuck a small bit of bacon into his mouth, savoring the amazing flavor of the meat. It was the most wonderful thing he'd ever tasted. He jumped at the sound of her voice.

        "What did you just put in your mouth?"

        Ashton froze where he was. He'd been caught.

        "After all I do for you? All I do, and you have the audacity to take my food! Ashton, you know what that means don't you?"

        "I-I'm gonna be punished." He whispered.

A/N: No one deserves to be abused. If you or someone you know is going being harmed in any way at home or else where don't stand for it, don't stay quiet. You do not deserve to be hurt. NO ONE DESERVES ABUSE

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